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Give me a break, a little escape, I am so tired of being me.

May 31, 2009 19:16

WHO: Yuna {letmesendyou} and Seymour {unsent_maester}
WHAT: Finding a new Home
WHERE: The Forest Church
WHEN: After this discussion.

( I want to be free, I want to be new, I want to be anything I'm not. )

Ω yuna, seymour

Comments 5

unsent_maester June 1 2009, 00:34:56 UTC

He knew she had arrived before she called out to him. The plants had stirred as she approached, whispering excitedly and giggling, the sounds of which were rustling leaves and breathy sighs to those not gifted with his hearing. In the midst of replanting saplings, Seymour was naked to the waist in order to dig his arms into the earth without fear of dirtying his clothes. The Maester paused in his gardening, straightening and walking over to slip on a robe to make himself presentable. Strict religious rules and careful childhood teachings ensured he knew the bounds of propriety better than most, and he would never seek to insult a lady such as Yuna ( ... )

letmesendyou June 1 2009, 00:56:06 UTC

"Did I come at a bad time?" Yuna was careful to step over the roots of plants, as if she would trod on their toes if she put weight on them.

Yuna was, at times, still just a girl. There she stood, a little slip of a girl, disheveled and discouraged. She was a creature that stood firmly wrapped in the arms of those who cared for her. With her guardians stripped from her side, one by one, she had found the emptiness around her unbearable. Seymour was familiar. A child of Bevelle and of Yevon Himself.

It was all she could do not to rush at him and cling to his robe, just to grasp something solid. But Yuna was far too pious for that, and simply executed a perfect bow.

"Where would you have me?"

unsent_maester June 1 2009, 01:27:18 UTC

"Of course not. It was simply careless of me to remain unprepared." Seymour dissipated her worry, bowing gracefully both in greeting and in blessing. "Please, follow me ( ... )

OR, HELLO, I FAIL. letmesendyou June 17 2009, 05:58:15 UTC

Yuna's eyes were wide in wonder as she crept along the steps of plants. She bent to remove her little shoes. The tickles of tiny fronds on her palms made Yuna giggle with delight. A smile spread across her face as she spun about in a circle, dusted with flower petals and glittering pollen.

"It's beautiful!" she cried, bending slightly with her hands on her knees, "More beautiful than the Farplane!"

XD Silly unsent_maester June 18 2009, 06:19:52 UTC

Her room lived and breathed just as she did, their voices heard by the Maester as they cooed over the beauty of their occupant.
"I am glad it pleases you." Seymour nodded once, smiling softly. "And they are glad to have you."

The breeze caused the delicate curtains to flutter, the room soon awash with the scent of the sea amidst all the sweetness from the flora. The Maester closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly towards the shore. It was a fine day indeed, for it seemed Yevon had given His blessing to Seymour's plans.

"If it takes your fancy, you may create your own clothing from the cloth produced here, or venture out. I dare not keep you prisoner, Lady."