#thyellae

          She was silent, again, for the entire day. Despite what encouragement she might’ve tried to incantate in her mirror —  as though the glass might double-down, reflect what hushed possibilities she’d been trying to convince herself of  —  her faux magic cowered in its opposition to reality. As soon as she crossed that homely threshold, she’d been alone, again. Left with the mental catechisms that had grinded her mind to something surely uninhabitable, consequently inescapable; had repeated since then. What was she missing and why was there pain? The answer had to be somewhere nearby, discoverable certainly had she only scrutinized harder, divided herself into more pieces on the inside. In the end, it had all only felt connected by that singular devastation —  aloneness. Claire was there like an overarching destiny, hopeful prospect. Not always accessible but unquestionably inevitable, a walking totem wherein the younger’s faith could be kept secure. How much of it could she put down there without being a burden? A burden? She’d never say that to me ...  But would it invalidate any chance of it being the truth?

I’m not going to have this conversation with you every time you get pissed off about me not being there. I am there. Everything you’ve ever needed, you’ve had. You never had to go without.

          It had been the truth, hadn’t it? Those pieces she had divvied up to examine on her own, they had arranged an image of a fortunate life. Hunger was an outlandish notion. It was Claire who had redirected her when she’d begun to ogle at the impoverished man on their street corner. Everyone has a battle. Stop it. If Claire had truly meant that, then what grief did the younger face? It could be loss, she thought to accuse it even but Claire had been powering through, hadn’t she? What felt like an ever open wound that two shared had only debilitated her, meanwhile Claire had ran ahead for help. She was okay with waiting. Claire was not. Lightning, not Claire. And like lightning, life was only a flash, dissolving into evanescent flickers, impatient. It did not wait, it never did; it only ever stopped. Our parents ...  Lightning was racing against an unseen force, almost. That was how it felt. She was going somewhere... could Serah follow? Did Lightning want her to? 

          There was a familial pink beautifying the crowds. Lightning was always there, wasn’t she? An inevitability, the best her life could guarantee. Lithe, rosy levin. She was unfading, and no matter how finite her smile had been, it was bright enough a beacon for the younger to nearly run to her. She was not okay with waiting; it did not mean she would never come back. Her arms find themselves around her sister’s abdomen, head buried into the other’s chest. Moments she’d savored in unmeasured silence, retracting her head with swelling eyes.

          “I’m sorry about  — ..” She sniffles. “About last night. It just gets hard...  hard for me. Sometimes I just.. I just think about what if you’re all I’ll have forever?” She is babbling, wrists swiping at dampened cheeks. “Now I realize how lucky I am because of that; because we’ll always be together and we’ll always have each other... you know?” She nods as she smiles —  reaffirmation for them both.

@thyellae​

you kNOW when things are off to a good start - when you have these kinda discussions about writing length - 

the air remained humid and heavy,  though there was always a breeze to wick away the heat from becoming too overbearing.   from on high she threads boundless tapestries of spun silver.  ❛  you may lay your sword to rest,  there will be no struggle here. ❜  

“I'm tellin' ya this chick is all o' that. Between her and spiky there's no way Shinra's gon' stop us.” The tall man said with enthusiasm in his voice. Tifa served the bar per usual, the place were rfilled with customers enjoying their own time whilst it was just Barret, Cloud and two unnamed members of AVALANCHE. These members were not under Barret's branch of command but were just passing through until the next train had arrive. And honestly being grunts themselves they were more than pleased to spend just a few moments with one active leader over some drinks. Though, at this time Barret was talking about another SOLDIER he's found that's come to join the good fight against the faction she once served.

Cloud though was indifferent about the news to say the least, it just meant a job will be done next to a former comrade, though he was surprised that there were others that went against shinra. Cloud himself couldn't remember why...he even left in the first place but as soon as he woke up within the train graveyard the memories of his past were..fragmented at best. “This woman, what's her name?” Cloud took one  swig of his warm beverage before gently setting the glass cup back on the table. “You're gonna have t' wait and see spiky. But I can say one thing, she cost less than your stingy ass that's for sure.” Barret snapped at cloud for his absurd amount of gil needed to complete even the simplest of missions, even for a mercenary he sometimes felt the price too steep..so if it weren't for the cause or Tifa vouching for him, he would have traded the blond out for the female a long time ago. “So where is she?”

         ❛    yeah, i know i don’t work here. && i know this isn’t my desk. but !!! my father                is the commissioner.  he was suppose to be home hours ago. but here we                are, waiting for dear old dad to get off work again. i even brought him                dinner. it’s cold.    ❜

It’s dangerous when he’s bored, he’s dangerous .. and its with a sudden inspiration that Graham stands up, one finger tapping the end of his nose. “Maybe thats the case ... maybe Henry is onto something with his book.” A wink shows he’s kidding (no doubt its too late, she probably already thinks him insane) and the sheriff lets out a sigh, blue hues falling to the papers in her hand. “What’s this? If it’s a message from Gold or someone complaining about a missing sock, you can go ahead and file it in my special cabinet...” One brown boot pushes the wastebasket towards her, head gesturing with a grin. “ ... here.”