#iwillchangethefuture

MY SERAH! :D

Hush: My muse trying to calm and quiet yours

Noel hugged Serah tightly, murmuring soft comforting phrases into her ear. Tears fell from her crystal blue eyes, her body shaking violently with sobs.

“It’s ok Serah, it’s ok,” Noel said quietly.

“No, it’s not,” Serah cried. “Noel, I…what if I’m…”

“You’re not Serah, these things just take time sometimes, ok?” Noel said, stroking her back comfortably. “There is nothing wrong with you.”

“But what if…”

“No buts.”

“But—“

“Serah.”

Noel gently pushed her away from him, holding her firmly by the shoulders.

“Serah Farron-Kreiss. You a kind, beautiful, independent woman. You have braved the unknown and faced terrible odds and come out on top. And you will get through this. We will get through this.”

Serah hiccupped, eyes brimming with tears. “Oh Noel!” She fell back into his arms and hugged him tightly. “I just want a baby!”

Noel’s eyes softened, a hand going to thread through her hair. “I know…I know.”

  Reckless: My muse does something dangerous for yours

“Serah!”

Noel’s heart was pounding a million miles a minute, adrenaline pumping through his veins and gifting him with inhuman strength and speed. Time seemed to warp around him, slowing yet speeding up all at once.

He could see her, there in front of him, just beyond his reach. She was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring blankly out at the dead grey sky.

“Serah! Don’t!”

This had to be a dream, just had to be. Because Serah would never do that. Serah would never endanger her own life, no matter what. She would never worry him, never do anything reckless. She wouldn’t ever look so lifeless, so frozen inside, so defeated. And besides…she was already…

“NO!”

Serah walked back over the edge of the cliff, Noel’s hand shooting out just a second too late to catch her. Without thinking, he dove after her.

He didn’t know if it was true that if you died in your dream that you died in real life, but he didn’t care. He had to reach her, had to save her. Just this once.

 Warmth: Our muses doing something fluffy and cute together

Snow. It was cold, chilling, and all sorts of unpleasantness. It sucked the life out of plants and animals, forcing some to die and some to hibernate. It was beautiful but could be deadly if it fell in great swarms, whiting out all that was in its path. It was magical and captivating. Terrifying and delightful. Safe and dangerous.

Serah Farron shivered and snuggled closer to the warm body next to hers, her crystal blue eyes trained on the raging storm outside.

Snow.

She sighed, a sad, reminiscent smile playing across her face.

Snow.

It was funny how much the man who was named after it was like it.

Lovely and unique but unable to be preserved. Once you caught it, it melted in your hands, turning into a liquid that would evaporate and then be distributed elsewhere. It didn’t belong to any one person, was meant to be shared by all. Never hers. It covered everything in a blanket, made you feel safe. And then it was gone.

“Serah…you ok?”

Serah’s nodded her head, her smile turning to one of joy.

“I’m fine Noel, just...thinking.”

“Hn,” he responded, resting his head on top of hers. “What about?”

Serah paused, considering her response.

Noel was a lot like Snow yet nothing like him at the same time. She would forever cherish the time she spent with Snow and a part of her would always love him, but Noel was the here and now, her present and future.

“Just about…this,” she said, turning her head so she could plant a kiss on his chin.

“Oh…well, by all means, continue thinking,” Noel said, blushing.

  Intimate: Our muses doing some hot and steamy together

“Oh Noel…”

Serah moaned and licked her lips, eyes closing in bliss. Her body shuddered as ecstasy unlike anything she had ever experienced rocked through her body and she couldn’t help but wonder if she would ever reach this heaven again.

“Here, let me try…oh goddess,” Noel said breathily as he too was skyrocketed above the clouds.

“I hope that everything is as good as…this…” Serah said, opening her eyes at last. There was a dreamy look on her face, a similar one plastered across Noel’s.

“Remind me again why we don’t do this more often?” Noel asked as he licked his lips, a greedy look in his eyes.

Serah giggled and shook her head, grabbing the plate of fudge away from the hunter before he swallowed it whole. Quickly running over to the stove where steam was rising in great plumes from the cooking pan that contained the pasta.

He smiled softly at his friend and nodded. “Yeah. It’s been a while, huh? How is everything?”

"A-again??" He could remember the last time they had kissed. He had pretty much warned her not to tell Snow. Wasn't this pushing it, though? Sighing and resigning himself to this, however, he stepped forward.

A hand rose to guide her lips to his own. Softly, he brushed his mouth against hers, a chaste kiss to leave a lingering sensation on the edge. Withdrawing, he tilted his head at her, crossing his arms against his chest.