Brief Moment of Insurrection (DDS, Argilla/Sera)
Title: Brief Moment of Insurrection
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: Digital Devil Saga: Avatar Tuner
Pairing: ArgillaxSera
Rating: PG (yes, I suck that much >.>)
Prompt: Faith - “Feelings don’t have to hurt”
Warnings: Spoilers from the end of the Power Plant, second game. Also, I'm not a native speaker.
*Thanks to sporadic__, who beta-read this ^^*
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Giving Gale a fast promise to be back inmediately, Sera went out the control room before anybody else could stop her.
She was terrified. She still felt the pulse of her atma and its power coursing (cursing?) through her veins, and Varnani had settled in her mind like a second conscience. Argilla would be able to understand it, to explain it, she had to stay with her. She needed her. After Serph’s demise, there was no one in the Embryon so close to her.
(And Serph had died to protect her. Sera wanted him to be proud of her, but not now, not when all she could feel was fear.)
When Sera found her, she launched herself into Argilla’s arms. She felt cold, and her legs ached from running. She had tought she wouldn’t be able to reach Argilla before she closed the last door.
“Sera! What are you doing here?” Argilla asked, and Sera would have thought that emotion showing in her eyes was fear too, if she didn’t know better.
She buried her head in Argilla’s shoulder. She didn’t know, either. Did it matter? The confusion in her mind was terrible, terrible like talking to God, terrible like her amnesia in the Junkyard. Letting Argilla go without saying goodbye would have been worse. She knew she was not going to come back, and she appreciated her cheerful words, and the sacrifice Argilla and Roland were giving her. Their lives as a gift. But she didn’t want anyone else to die protecting her.
Sera wanted her friend to stay alive with her, just for a change.
Long ago, she had admired the beautiful nurse who had taken care of her in between experiments, but her Argilla was different. So hers, a creation brought to life with a shine of her own; her kind, warm, proud Argilla. So strong and yet more human than many who walked on that ruined planet.
Argilla hugged her back, trying to calm her down, and Sera did his best to respond. She felt safe in her arms. It was a strange feeling. So odd. It was like Serph’s embrace, yet so full of expression; and still, she was not going to question her devotion for him in that moment. She didn’t want to muse what it really felt like. Sera knew too little to clear it alone, and it hurt.
(Why did it always had to hurt?)
Argilla had told her about the moment she saw Jinana die. She wondered if it would be similar to this. Always, always everyone dying; always unable to do anything and save instead of being saved.
“Don’t go.” Sera muttered, her throat tight and somewhat dry. Argilla smiled and stroke her cheek with a thumb.
“Don’t you think I’ll be back?” She asked, confident.
Sera denied silently, wondering if she should tell her why she feared so. Telling her that she had seen Meganada before, that she knew how powerful it was.
“Have some faith” Argilla said, kissing where her thumb had caressed. “We’ll meet again.”
Sera tried to smile back. She let her go, knowing it was true.
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Type: Fanfic
Fandom: Digital Devil Saga: Avatar Tuner
Pairing: ArgillaxSera
Rating: PG (yes, I suck that much >.>)
Prompt: Faith - “Feelings don’t have to hurt”
Warnings: Spoilers from the end of the Power Plant, second game. Also, I'm not a native speaker.
*Thanks to sporadic__, who beta-read this ^^*
***
Giving Gale a fast promise to be back inmediately, Sera went out the control room before anybody else could stop her.
She was terrified. She still felt the pulse of her atma and its power coursing (cursing?) through her veins, and Varnani had settled in her mind like a second conscience. Argilla would be able to understand it, to explain it, she had to stay with her. She needed her. After Serph’s demise, there was no one in the Embryon so close to her.
(And Serph had died to protect her. Sera wanted him to be proud of her, but not now, not when all she could feel was fear.)
When Sera found her, she launched herself into Argilla’s arms. She felt cold, and her legs ached from running. She had tought she wouldn’t be able to reach Argilla before she closed the last door.
“Sera! What are you doing here?” Argilla asked, and Sera would have thought that emotion showing in her eyes was fear too, if she didn’t know better.
She buried her head in Argilla’s shoulder. She didn’t know, either. Did it matter? The confusion in her mind was terrible, terrible like talking to God, terrible like her amnesia in the Junkyard. Letting Argilla go without saying goodbye would have been worse. She knew she was not going to come back, and she appreciated her cheerful words, and the sacrifice Argilla and Roland were giving her. Their lives as a gift. But she didn’t want anyone else to die protecting her.
Sera wanted her friend to stay alive with her, just for a change.
Long ago, she had admired the beautiful nurse who had taken care of her in between experiments, but her Argilla was different. So hers, a creation brought to life with a shine of her own; her kind, warm, proud Argilla. So strong and yet more human than many who walked on that ruined planet.
Argilla hugged her back, trying to calm her down, and Sera did his best to respond. She felt safe in her arms. It was a strange feeling. So odd. It was like Serph’s embrace, yet so full of expression; and still, she was not going to question her devotion for him in that moment. She didn’t want to muse what it really felt like. Sera knew too little to clear it alone, and it hurt.
(Why did it always had to hurt?)
Argilla had told her about the moment she saw Jinana die. She wondered if it would be similar to this. Always, always everyone dying; always unable to do anything and save instead of being saved.
“Don’t go.” Sera muttered, her throat tight and somewhat dry. Argilla smiled and stroke her cheek with a thumb.
“Don’t you think I’ll be back?” She asked, confident.
Sera denied silently, wondering if she should tell her why she feared so. Telling her that she had seen Meganada before, that she knew how powerful it was.
“Have some faith” Argilla said, kissing where her thumb had caressed. “We’ll meet again.”
Sera tried to smile back. She let her go, knowing it was true.
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