In the Aftermath of the War
OMGZORS. One Simoun drabble and one Simoun FIC. This totally sprung out of nowhere, I swear. I was attempting to write a drabble, and it just evolved and grew into a Godzilla. (not really, it's still short, but hey) WHAT.
I'll edit it tomorrow, then maybe post it up.
Spoilers all the way to the ending.
Title: Aaeru
Author: dauthik or Dauthi
Series: Simoun
Rating: G
Character: Girl-who-asks-Limone-to-be-her-pair
Word Count: 100
Summary: This is for the girl who wanted Limone to be her pair.
I wanted you to be my pair. You and no one else. I grew up with you. We had picnics and picked flowers together in the fields for Dominura.
Where are you now? You just left with Dominura one day, gold dust trailing behind you and the highest form of love in the wind. Aaeru.
Where is my Aaeru? It was not in you, and it is not in the Simoun. It is elsewhere, lost as you disappeared back into the endless sky. Maybe I do not have any. Their God is not mine.
I am coming to find you.
[edit 06/26/08:] This has been x-posted to fanfic100 under the prompt 078. Where?
Table link.
Title: The Last Waltz
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Floef, Vyuraf
Word Count: 1223
Summary: The war and the Arcus Prima.
Version 2: Found here. Fleshed out and really worked on.
Floef shot up at the cliffs blindly, automatic rifle jerking him back with every trigger-pull. The air was thick with smog, the absence of sun and the light mist creating an atmosphere of death about the place.
A cry rang out and a body tumbled down the slope of the cliff. It careened straight through the bushes Floef was crouched under and crashed right into him, bowling him over. He found himself with an elbow in his abdomen and a trembling knife held in his face.
"Floe?" the incredulous voice of the shadowed face said.
Floef squinted. He could barely make out the features of the soldier, but the voice was distinct and familiar.
"Vyura?"
A faint smile appeared on the stranger's face, and he rolled off of Floef, only to collapse and grasp his arm in pain. Floef bent down and slung the man's arm over his shoulder. He began crawling very slowly away.
"Where are we going?" Vyuraf gasped.
"Somewhere safe," Floef replied.
"Won't they notice you're gone?"
"They'll assume I died or something. Our army's falling into shambles. Your side's gonna win."
Floef dragged Vyuraf through the trees. When they emerged they saw a lake, a decrepit old ship, and the ruins of a house. Vyuraf stared.
"I didn't know we were this close to your house."
"Yeah, you guys have really gotten deep into our territory."
Floef frowned.
"I hope they haven't gotten to the motorboat or anything," he said, staggering down the small slope. A stray soldier sprinted past them from nowhere, oblivious to their presence. Floef led Vyuraf to a hidden cove next to the trees, where a motorboat floated, untouched. Vyuraf fell inside, clutching his arm.
"Sorry that I don't have anything to treat your arm with," Floef said.
"That's okay," Vyuraf said, "You probably wouldn't have been very good anyway. I still remember your handiwork with Rodoreamon's doll."
Floef scowled. Vyuraf laughed a little, then choked, a small trickle of blood dribbling out of the side of his mouth. Floef started up the boat.
They sped out from the cove, Vyuraf wincing every time the boat rocked. Someone spotted them and pointed, for soon shots were ringing out at them, but the boat was too far away and the bullets plunked into the water. Soon those soldiers stopped shooting at them, turning instead to face the more immediate enemy that had crashed through the clearing and engaged them.
"They're trampling all over my beets," Floef said sadly.
"I remember those," Vyuraf said, "they were delicious. The best ones, probably, out of everything you ever planted."
Floef frowned, perplexed. "I don't think I ever gave any to you. I was growing them for a girl."
"Oh, I know," Vyuraf said, smiling, "I stole some from you."
Floef's face blew up. "VYURA."
Suddenly the shadow of the Arcus Prima fell over them, and Floef cut the power, letting the boat drift into the hull of the ship. He took out a cord of rope from the boat and lashed it to a jagged piece of steel sticking out of the ship. He then pulled the boat so that it rested against a ladder that led up to the deck of the ship, conveniently shadowed by a massive dent in the ship. He extended a hand to Vyuraf.
"Come on."
Smiling in awe, Vyuraf rejected Floef's hand and hoisted himself up the ladder, climbing with only his one good arm. Floef shrugged and followed behind him. They reached the deck of the ship just as the sounds of fighting on land died out, and scurried into the cover of the chambers of the ship. Floef found a bedroom and opened the door, letting Vyuraf collapse onto a bed. Silence ensued.
"They'll find us, you know," Vyuraf said, staring up at the decaying ceiling. The bed creaked with rust under his weight, and the mattress sighed like a crushed sponge. "The boat's too obvious of a sign."
"Yeah," Floef said, "I should go cut the rope." He stared out the open window as the fighters combed over the rows of vegetables and pulled out whatever they could find intact.
"They probably already know; those soldiers were shooting at the boat, and whoever one has most definitely seen the boat just floating out next to the Arcus Prima, even if they weren't looking for it."
"Your side won," was all Floef said.
Indeed, the soldiers were already gesturing frantically, and one foolish man had begun to swim towards the ship. Floef did not talk about any of this. He just watched.
"I'm glad you brought me here," Vyuraf said, still staring at the ceiling. "It feels right to die here."
"Don't say that, silly," Floef said. "You're not going to die, your side's going to rescue you."
"No, it's not that," Vyuraf replied. "I've got a broken arm, and I think I might be bleeding inside. By the time they get here I'll have bled to death."
"Please don't do that," Floef said. "I really don't want to be found with just a dead body next to me when they get here."
Vyura chuckled. Presently he got up and walked slowly out into the hall. Floef followed.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I want to explore the Arcus Prima one last time before I bleed to death and you get shot," Vyuraf said.
They walked agreeably in silence for a while before stumbling on a cartoon drawing of them on the wall.
"Woah," Vyuraf said, "It's Chor Tempest! But why am I in there?"
"You were one of us, you dumbo," Floef said, a little proudly.
"Who did this?" Vyuraf asked.
"Paraietta," Floef replied, "I hope her orphanage is doing okay."
Vyuraf turned his eyes from the painting on the wall and looked at the double doors leading into the dining hall. Floef, noticing this, strode forward and pushed open the doors for him. Rays of light sparkled over them through the broken windows.
They walked from table to table, running their hands over the mottled velvet-covered chairs in wonder.
"Mou," Floef suddenly exclaimed, his face screwing up. "I never got a pretty bride!"
Vyuraf, though initially startled, soon recovered and began laughing again, although it was cut short as he doubled over in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.
"It would be you," he gasped, "always thinking about girls, even in a serious moment like this."
Floef grinned a little embarrassedly. "Getting a pretty bride was my one goal in life," he complained.
Vyuraf just smiled, and worked on standing up straight again. When he finally opened his eyes, he was startled to see Floef's face astonishingly close to him, close enough so that Vyuraf could count the freckles on Floef's cheekbones.
"Well," Floef said. "You're pretty enough I guess. You can be my bride."
"Eh? What?" Vyuraf babbled.
Floef walked over to the ancient music player still standing majestically in the middle of the empty hall. He turned around and smiled brightly and infectiously at Vyuraf.
"Would you like to dance?"
Vyuraf stared for another moment, then shook his head in amazement, and grinning, stepped forward.
If the music player didn't seem as dusty as everything else the pair had encountered, and if it had curiously been paused in the middle of a song, neither of them noticed.
I ROCK.
I'll edit it tomorrow, then maybe post it up.
Spoilers all the way to the ending.
Title: Aaeru
Author: dauthik or Dauthi
Series: Simoun
Rating: G
Character: Girl-who-asks-Limone-to-be-her-pair
Word Count: 100
Summary: This is for the girl who wanted Limone to be her pair.
I wanted you to be my pair. You and no one else. I grew up with you. We had picnics and picked flowers together in the fields for Dominura.
Where are you now? You just left with Dominura one day, gold dust trailing behind you and the highest form of love in the wind. Aaeru.
Where is my Aaeru? It was not in you, and it is not in the Simoun. It is elsewhere, lost as you disappeared back into the endless sky. Maybe I do not have any. Their God is not mine.
I am coming to find you.
[edit 06/26/08:] This has been x-posted to fanfic100 under the prompt 078. Where?
Table link.
Title: The Last Waltz
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Floef, Vyuraf
Word Count: 1223
Summary: The war and the Arcus Prima.
Version 2: Found here. Fleshed out and really worked on.
Floef shot up at the cliffs blindly, automatic rifle jerking him back with every trigger-pull. The air was thick with smog, the absence of sun and the light mist creating an atmosphere of death about the place.
A cry rang out and a body tumbled down the slope of the cliff. It careened straight through the bushes Floef was crouched under and crashed right into him, bowling him over. He found himself with an elbow in his abdomen and a trembling knife held in his face.
"Floe?" the incredulous voice of the shadowed face said.
Floef squinted. He could barely make out the features of the soldier, but the voice was distinct and familiar.
"Vyura?"
A faint smile appeared on the stranger's face, and he rolled off of Floef, only to collapse and grasp his arm in pain. Floef bent down and slung the man's arm over his shoulder. He began crawling very slowly away.
"Where are we going?" Vyuraf gasped.
"Somewhere safe," Floef replied.
"Won't they notice you're gone?"
"They'll assume I died or something. Our army's falling into shambles. Your side's gonna win."
Floef dragged Vyuraf through the trees. When they emerged they saw a lake, a decrepit old ship, and the ruins of a house. Vyuraf stared.
"I didn't know we were this close to your house."
"Yeah, you guys have really gotten deep into our territory."
Floef frowned.
"I hope they haven't gotten to the motorboat or anything," he said, staggering down the small slope. A stray soldier sprinted past them from nowhere, oblivious to their presence. Floef led Vyuraf to a hidden cove next to the trees, where a motorboat floated, untouched. Vyuraf fell inside, clutching his arm.
"Sorry that I don't have anything to treat your arm with," Floef said.
"That's okay," Vyuraf said, "You probably wouldn't have been very good anyway. I still remember your handiwork with Rodoreamon's doll."
Floef scowled. Vyuraf laughed a little, then choked, a small trickle of blood dribbling out of the side of his mouth. Floef started up the boat.
They sped out from the cove, Vyuraf wincing every time the boat rocked. Someone spotted them and pointed, for soon shots were ringing out at them, but the boat was too far away and the bullets plunked into the water. Soon those soldiers stopped shooting at them, turning instead to face the more immediate enemy that had crashed through the clearing and engaged them.
"They're trampling all over my beets," Floef said sadly.
"I remember those," Vyuraf said, "they were delicious. The best ones, probably, out of everything you ever planted."
Floef frowned, perplexed. "I don't think I ever gave any to you. I was growing them for a girl."
"Oh, I know," Vyuraf said, smiling, "I stole some from you."
Floef's face blew up. "VYURA."
Suddenly the shadow of the Arcus Prima fell over them, and Floef cut the power, letting the boat drift into the hull of the ship. He took out a cord of rope from the boat and lashed it to a jagged piece of steel sticking out of the ship. He then pulled the boat so that it rested against a ladder that led up to the deck of the ship, conveniently shadowed by a massive dent in the ship. He extended a hand to Vyuraf.
"Come on."
Smiling in awe, Vyuraf rejected Floef's hand and hoisted himself up the ladder, climbing with only his one good arm. Floef shrugged and followed behind him. They reached the deck of the ship just as the sounds of fighting on land died out, and scurried into the cover of the chambers of the ship. Floef found a bedroom and opened the door, letting Vyuraf collapse onto a bed. Silence ensued.
"They'll find us, you know," Vyuraf said, staring up at the decaying ceiling. The bed creaked with rust under his weight, and the mattress sighed like a crushed sponge. "The boat's too obvious of a sign."
"Yeah," Floef said, "I should go cut the rope." He stared out the open window as the fighters combed over the rows of vegetables and pulled out whatever they could find intact.
"They probably already know; those soldiers were shooting at the boat, and whoever one has most definitely seen the boat just floating out next to the Arcus Prima, even if they weren't looking for it."
"Your side won," was all Floef said.
Indeed, the soldiers were already gesturing frantically, and one foolish man had begun to swim towards the ship. Floef did not talk about any of this. He just watched.
"I'm glad you brought me here," Vyuraf said, still staring at the ceiling. "It feels right to die here."
"Don't say that, silly," Floef said. "You're not going to die, your side's going to rescue you."
"No, it's not that," Vyuraf replied. "I've got a broken arm, and I think I might be bleeding inside. By the time they get here I'll have bled to death."
"Please don't do that," Floef said. "I really don't want to be found with just a dead body next to me when they get here."
Vyura chuckled. Presently he got up and walked slowly out into the hall. Floef followed.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I want to explore the Arcus Prima one last time before I bleed to death and you get shot," Vyuraf said.
They walked agreeably in silence for a while before stumbling on a cartoon drawing of them on the wall.
"Woah," Vyuraf said, "It's Chor Tempest! But why am I in there?"
"You were one of us, you dumbo," Floef said, a little proudly.
"Who did this?" Vyuraf asked.
"Paraietta," Floef replied, "I hope her orphanage is doing okay."
Vyuraf turned his eyes from the painting on the wall and looked at the double doors leading into the dining hall. Floef, noticing this, strode forward and pushed open the doors for him. Rays of light sparkled over them through the broken windows.
They walked from table to table, running their hands over the mottled velvet-covered chairs in wonder.
"Mou," Floef suddenly exclaimed, his face screwing up. "I never got a pretty bride!"
Vyuraf, though initially startled, soon recovered and began laughing again, although it was cut short as he doubled over in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.
"It would be you," he gasped, "always thinking about girls, even in a serious moment like this."
Floef grinned a little embarrassedly. "Getting a pretty bride was my one goal in life," he complained.
Vyuraf just smiled, and worked on standing up straight again. When he finally opened his eyes, he was startled to see Floef's face astonishingly close to him, close enough so that Vyuraf could count the freckles on Floef's cheekbones.
"Well," Floef said. "You're pretty enough I guess. You can be my bride."
"Eh? What?" Vyuraf babbled.
Floef walked over to the ancient music player still standing majestically in the middle of the empty hall. He turned around and smiled brightly and infectiously at Vyuraf.
"Would you like to dance?"
Vyuraf stared for another moment, then shook his head in amazement, and grinning, stepped forward.
If the music player didn't seem as dusty as everything else the pair had encountered, and if it had curiously been paused in the middle of a song, neither of them noticed.
I ROCK.