I miss you here. (Complete-Open?)
Characters: Aerith Gainsborough, mostly one-shot unless somebody wants to come in.
Setting: Journey Bedroom
Time: Late Night 16
Summary: The flower merchent wakes up to a surprisingly affectionate... friend?
Warnings: Character death? No warnings necessary.
"Aerith..!"
Nothing but darkness surrounded her, and no matter how quickly she turned or where she ran there was no one to be found. Still, the voice persisted, and it was so painfully familiar that she couldn't resist the urge to search. Boots thudded loudly, though there was no floor that she could see below her. She just ran through the shadows, a hand outstretched to feel for a wall, a door, something. Finally, as if it had been there all along, she stumbled across a path. A forest sprouted around her and that dirt road stretched down through the trees, its destination far from her sight.
"I'm here..." Softer, closer. She spun around, expecting to see the person just behind her. Still nothing but an endless road and more forest to claim her vision.
Her heart skipped a beat, hands clutching the- "What's this?" A flower was held tight in her hands, and she stared down at it in wonder. When had she even picked it up? Frowning, she let it fall and turned away, starting a rushed walk down the lone path. There had to be a way to find this person, and...
"Wake up!"
Emeralds flew open and Aerith quickly sat up with a gasp. "A dream," she murmured to herself, holding a hand to her head as he gaze slid to the decorations around the room. This room; it had to be the reason for her dream. "How strange." Sighing, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and glanced up just so her heart could catch in her throat. There, perched at the end of the bed, was a man. Not like any man she had seen, but still clearly male. "H.. Hello." He didn't answer. In fact, he hadn't acknowledged her presence at all save for the constant stare. He looked so pale, making those black eyes so much darker. With a slow but steady exhale, Aerith attempted an almost hesitant smile. "Are you... Are you trying to find someplace to hide from..." everything. No response.
The seconds felt like minutes, and finally Aerith let her attention slide to the wilting rose and box sitting beside her. "Did you leave these for me?" The question went, expectedly, unanswered again. She looked up, surprised to find that the man had moved closer. Much closer. He sat on the bed now, on all fours and leaning toward her. "Oh! Um..." It was possible that he couldn't talk, but then why such an intense look? He didn't even sway with balance, and this bed was hardly described as firm. Aerith scooted back, eyes fixated on his as she pressed against the headboard of the bed. "I'm sorry, I think I should leave now," she tried again, apologetic and borderline frantic to escape that unending stare. She looked away again, but the empty space in front of her was suddenly filled with his blank expression, legs and arms on either side of her and pinning her to her spot.
"..!" The shock was more than evident when she found herself nose to nose with the stranger, and still he remained almost impassive. She felt more than love in the way he looked at her, and the thought alone made her shudder. "I have to go," she murmured, a hand lifting to press lightly to his chest. It might have worked, she reasoned, but as soon as she touched his skin his hand lifted to her face, holding her gaze to his while his other hand began to gently stroke through her hair. No matter how hard she tried to pull away, there was no escape, and fear began to take hold of her heart. Wherever he touched was left with a soft warmth, a feeling that should have been comforting if it had been any other person and any other place. "L-Let go!" To no avail. He held her fast, and without even a grunt at her squirming. Her pink ribbon fell from her hair, letting loose the braid so that wavy strands of brunette spilled over her shoulders. Holy landed softly on her pillow beside the ribbon, and that was her last movement.
It might have been minutes or hours, but it was certainly close to forever that she found herself drowning in his dark eyes, unable to look anywhere else. She had long since realized her fears, but not once had she ever lived them for this long. His fingers combed through her hair, taming the tangles and eventually smoothing it out down her back. Thoughts of returning to sleep invaded her mind, promising this to be over if she just closed her eyes again. Hours dragged on, and even the faint sounds of footsteps and screams faded to the background until once again she was returned to a dream of forests and one single road.
For just a moment, her lips felt warm. What is it? She touched her fingers to that warmth, and glanced down the empty road again. "Who's doing this?" No answer. The dream began to grow fuzzy, and soon she was falling in darkness again. Why. Why. Why. Her breaths were coming short, and soon her lungs were burning. Help me. Help... She reached out into the darkness, hoping - wishing for somebody to pull her back into the light even as everything began to fade.
Please...
Setting: Journey Bedroom
Time: Late Night 16
Summary: The flower merchent wakes up to a surprisingly affectionate... friend?
Warnings: Character death? No warnings necessary.
"Aerith..!"
Nothing but darkness surrounded her, and no matter how quickly she turned or where she ran there was no one to be found. Still, the voice persisted, and it was so painfully familiar that she couldn't resist the urge to search. Boots thudded loudly, though there was no floor that she could see below her. She just ran through the shadows, a hand outstretched to feel for a wall, a door, something. Finally, as if it had been there all along, she stumbled across a path. A forest sprouted around her and that dirt road stretched down through the trees, its destination far from her sight.
"I'm here..." Softer, closer. She spun around, expecting to see the person just behind her. Still nothing but an endless road and more forest to claim her vision.
Her heart skipped a beat, hands clutching the- "What's this?" A flower was held tight in her hands, and she stared down at it in wonder. When had she even picked it up? Frowning, she let it fall and turned away, starting a rushed walk down the lone path. There had to be a way to find this person, and...
"Wake up!"
Emeralds flew open and Aerith quickly sat up with a gasp. "A dream," she murmured to herself, holding a hand to her head as he gaze slid to the decorations around the room. This room; it had to be the reason for her dream. "How strange." Sighing, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and glanced up just so her heart could catch in her throat. There, perched at the end of the bed, was a man. Not like any man she had seen, but still clearly male. "H.. Hello." He didn't answer. In fact, he hadn't acknowledged her presence at all save for the constant stare. He looked so pale, making those black eyes so much darker. With a slow but steady exhale, Aerith attempted an almost hesitant smile. "Are you... Are you trying to find someplace to hide from..." everything. No response.
The seconds felt like minutes, and finally Aerith let her attention slide to the wilting rose and box sitting beside her. "Did you leave these for me?" The question went, expectedly, unanswered again. She looked up, surprised to find that the man had moved closer. Much closer. He sat on the bed now, on all fours and leaning toward her. "Oh! Um..." It was possible that he couldn't talk, but then why such an intense look? He didn't even sway with balance, and this bed was hardly described as firm. Aerith scooted back, eyes fixated on his as she pressed against the headboard of the bed. "I'm sorry, I think I should leave now," she tried again, apologetic and borderline frantic to escape that unending stare. She looked away again, but the empty space in front of her was suddenly filled with his blank expression, legs and arms on either side of her and pinning her to her spot.
"..!" The shock was more than evident when she found herself nose to nose with the stranger, and still he remained almost impassive. She felt more than love in the way he looked at her, and the thought alone made her shudder. "I have to go," she murmured, a hand lifting to press lightly to his chest. It might have worked, she reasoned, but as soon as she touched his skin his hand lifted to her face, holding her gaze to his while his other hand began to gently stroke through her hair. No matter how hard she tried to pull away, there was no escape, and fear began to take hold of her heart. Wherever he touched was left with a soft warmth, a feeling that should have been comforting if it had been any other person and any other place. "L-Let go!" To no avail. He held her fast, and without even a grunt at her squirming. Her pink ribbon fell from her hair, letting loose the braid so that wavy strands of brunette spilled over her shoulders. Holy landed softly on her pillow beside the ribbon, and that was her last movement.
It might have been minutes or hours, but it was certainly close to forever that she found herself drowning in his dark eyes, unable to look anywhere else. She had long since realized her fears, but not once had she ever lived them for this long. His fingers combed through her hair, taming the tangles and eventually smoothing it out down her back. Thoughts of returning to sleep invaded her mind, promising this to be over if she just closed her eyes again. Hours dragged on, and even the faint sounds of footsteps and screams faded to the background until once again she was returned to a dream of forests and one single road.
For just a moment, her lips felt warm. What is it? She touched her fingers to that warmth, and glanced down the empty road again. "Who's doing this?" No answer. The dream began to grow fuzzy, and soon she was falling in darkness again. Why. Why. Why. Her breaths were coming short, and soon her lungs were burning. Help me. Help... She reached out into the darkness, hoping - wishing for somebody to pull her back into the light even as everything began to fade.
Please...