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Oct 07, 2009 00:43

Who: yamawolf // a_general_chaos.
When: After his post and after telling Marlene that he had something to do
Where: The Beach
Rating: PG
Summary: To find the means and pay tribute.

( The ocean to hear.. )

complete, closed, yamato ishida, in progress, sephiroth, open

Comments 10

furorimperator October 7 2009, 07:35:59 UTC

The hidden listener remained silent for the duration of the boy's song, leaning against a nearby palm, arms crossed over his chest, head lowered and staring at the stand under his boots.

The pure melody of the song lifted Sephiroth's soul a bit, the clear notes rising into the sea air and seeming to float there languidly, brought forth from the innocence of a child, of that clear, untarnished heart, and the memories of his own youth assailed him, rendering lashes closed over such deep cyan eyes.

A soft sigh whispered, but he held his silence until the end of the music, then stepped forth quietly, a melancholy smile on his stoic face.

"...that was well done of you," the General said approvingly, baritone low as not to shatter the tranquil spell the song had wrought. Tilting his head, Sephiroth indicated the sand beside the boy. "May I sit?"

yamawolf October 7 2009, 07:51:26 UTC

that was well done of you..Yamato turned his head to see large approaching feet, and then he traced up the tall man's body and he blinked with a small nod. He brought his eyes around himself, seeing to the position of the shade that cooled him in this warm air, and he moved so that the other may sit down in the shade next to him ( ... )

furorimperator October 7 2009, 08:09:11 UTC

Sephiroth folded down to the sand with a sigh, long hair fanning out over the white crystals. But he didn't seem to mind; went with the territory. Resting one arm on bent knee, he kept the other on the sheathed Masamune lying comfortably on his other side and stared out over the waves.

He too was comfortable in the silence; every since the return of the sun, the island had been too damned noisy, but he could understand why. The return of the light, the promise of safety, at least for a moment. They were entitled to a bit of relief, especially after such horror before.

But for Sephiroth, it never seemed to stop. Not even the arrival of a dear, dear and muchly missed friend could stop the loop of that last chilling encounter. He was a General; he'd seen men and women both die in battle.

Still, Revy's death rode his shoulders with heavy wings; he just could not shake that carrion reminder. He'd failed her, after all. Failed himself and all of them ( ... )

yamawolf October 7 2009, 08:21:19 UTC

It's all right..

Those words, it was something people said too often. It's lost the actual meaning behind it-- everyone said it. Parents, friends, Betsy even. But it wasn't alright.

Yamato's head bowed and he brought his legs up to bend to his chest, laying down to his side the harmonica. Mimicking, without intent, the Masamune to Sephiroth's side. He folded his arms over his knees and peered out at the waves stretching onto the beach. Taking the shore with it as it left, and bringing the sand back as it returned. Yamato softly sighed and held his tongue, to keep himself from saying what he was thinking.

About how unfair this place treated them, all these wonderful things in the day time, but all those horrible things at night. It was so extreme, and he didn't want to live like this forever. He knew that much, hiding in closets, running away from monsters. Putting the adults around him in danger by trying to protect him from the night demons.

Courage, was Taichi's sign, his friend-- whom he hadn't heard from since before night. ( ... )

furorimperator October 8 2009, 00:17:39 UTC

Sephiroth was perfectly content in the silence; he'd never really been good at offering comfort. Still, there was understanding here somewhere, yes? His mind bent towards Angeal, alive again after all this time. And for that, the General was indeed thankful.

But not even Angeal could dispel this feeling still buried in his soul. Nor could this boy, but perhaps they might reach some sort of understanding here on this foreign beach in such a strange land.

Not even knowing why he said it, Sephiroth finally asked in his quiet voice, "What's on your mind?"

yamawolf October 8 2009, 06:58:34 UTC

Too many things, was the answer. It was that kind of mood where there wasn't much that wasn't on his mind. From his home, to his friends, and here to those that had left.

And now they saw another way from leaving that was much different then having just disappeared. Denzel left, and took with him no trace of anything. But he's heard that Revy had some things still here, even if her body wasn't.

"We should build her a monument.." Came his equally low reply, thinking that maybe a stone could be placed somewhere on this island to where they could pay their respects.

furorimperator October 8 2009, 07:08:49 UTC

"Now just walk away...don't you watch me die..."

Those words flashed through his mind over and over. And the feeling of utter hopelessness continued to break over him like a cresting wave. She'd given him her guns, the last possessions she took with her in trying to escape hell.

And he'd granted that request. Though it'd slain something of his mighty soul to do it, he'd turned and walked away. The last testament to her bravery, though he'd fallen and screamed like a brokenhearted child once the guilt overtook him and her life ended.

...to have failed so completely. A snicker echoed in the deep recesses of his mind. Melancholy, my son?

But he shook it off and blinked back to the present, absently fishing in his shirt pocket and withdrawing the only things he'd extracted from his examination of Revy's quarters. A pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Small, but something. Her guns he'd placed gently atop her still-rumpled bed ( ... )

yamawolf October 8 2009, 07:34:23 UTC

He understood the man's words, but he had this presumption that it was something always done anyway. Like if he hadn't voiced it, someone here would have already placed a design of stones in shape for a empty grave ( ... )

furorimperator October 9 2009, 22:31:49 UTC

The General's lips twitched to the boy's reaction to the unfamiliar smoke. Hardly surprising. But rather than snicker at the sight, Sephiroth just took the cigarette back and inhaled himself, gazing out over the water thoughtfully.

"We just go on," he murmured, almost unaware he'd spoken. A blink, followed by a chuckle, then he gently patted the spluttering boy on the back, a bit surprised that he'd even thought to do so.

yamawolf October 10 2009, 07:44:11 UTC

Yamato got his breathing under control and his face had gone to it's natural tone. Sephiroth's words of going on, heavy in his mind now. The boy thought on how much longer they all could go on without loosing themselves to this place one way or another ( ... )