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Luceti AU event fic.
Title: Forget Me Not in the Morning
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luceti, Tales of Legendia, Tales of Phantasia
Genre: Romance, fluff. Or is it?
Rating: G
Words: 640
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the above fandoms.
Summary: The people of Luceti Valley have been having such strange dreams lately.
Author's Notes: The most recent event inluceti had characters forgetting their past lives for ten days, adopting new family relations, and believing this had always been so. My character, Grune, believed she was a mortal woman deeply in love with her husband, Dhaos, another mortal.
In the latter half of the event, the characters began to dream of their past lives as though they were very nearly more real than their lives in "Luceti Valley." Almost no one enjoyed the dream-memories of their true lives; as a whole, everyone was far happier living the lie.
As a note, Grune in this AU was slightly more aware and perceptive than usual during the event, to compensate for a few of the necessities of the situation. This may or may not be noticeable in the piece (which I'm just going to shut up and let everyone read now).
There was a ball of light hovering in the air in front of her. It was very pretty, shining and sparkling and making the daytime just a little bit brighter. When the light spoke to her, she smiled—this was an old, old friend.
“My name is Celsius. I appear before you by your own wish, master.”
“Oh, Celsius. What a pretty name. Pleased to meet you.”
As she dreamed, there was something of her that was confused. She knew Celsius, she was certain—but why, then, was she acting as though they were meeting for the first time?
“Who's she talking to?”
Her confusion receded, pushed away by the always dear sound of Norma's voice. She was a much newer friend than Celsius, but that didn't mean Grune loved her any less.
“Master, have you forgotten me?”
Grune blinked awake, her next words still on her lips: “I don't know. Did I forget you?”
She sat up and looked about, puzzled. It took a long time for her surroundings to settle in her mind, but at last, she remembered—she was at home, in bed. She had been dreaming. What she had experienced hadn't been real, even if everything in the waking world now seemed grey and faint by comparison.
But of course a bedroom couldn't look as lively as an altar by the sea, outside in the beautiful fresh air. That was why.
They were such nice dreams, the ones she had been having the past few days. It sounded as if many people in Luceti Valley were having scary ones, though, which made her sad. In her dreams, she was always having so much fun with her friends—Norma and Senel and Will and Chloe and Moses, and even Jay from the valley. They were always going on adventures with her, laughing and smiling. It made her so happy to have her nighttime friends as well as her daytime ones.
Then, the smile she wore faded. Except that there was one person always missing from her dreams. He should have been there with her, having fun with everyone else, but he wasn't. And. . . .
She looked down at where she had folded her hands over the covers. She only ever missed him when she was awake.
Her gaze drifted to where Dhaos was sleeping beside her. He was frowning—he must have been having another sad dream. Her heart grew painfully in her chest with love and sympathy, and she reached out to place a hand on her husband's forehead. She smoothed it gently, trying to make the lines go away. It had always worked before when he'd had a bad dream, but these new dreams seemed too strong for that.
Rather than going back to sleep, she stayed awake, watching over her husband. She stroked his forehead, not minding the light sweat that came to it, and she pushed his hair back from his face. When he began trembling, even quietly moaning, she shushed him.
“It's all right, dear. I'm here.” She lay down beside him and moved close, pulled him into her arms and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “It's all right. Everything will be all right.”
Sometime after that, he stilled. Although he didn't wake, his hands came up to clutch at her. He held her a little too tight, but she didn't mind.
She lay with him, stroking his tangled curls. Eventually, as sleep returned to her, her hand slowed its soft motions. But before her eyes closed and she sighed out a deep, sleepy breath, she made a wish: That Dhaos would have no more sad dreams.
And then she wished again: If Dhaos had to have such sad dreams, then she wished that she could always be beside him to comfort him in the morning.
Fandoms:
luceti, Tales of Legendia, Tales of PhantasiaGenre: Romance, fluff. Or is it?
Rating: G
Words: 640
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the above fandoms.
Summary: The people of Luceti Valley have been having such strange dreams lately.
Author's Notes: The most recent event in
luceti had characters forgetting their past lives for ten days, adopting new family relations, and believing this had always been so. My character, Grune, believed she was a mortal woman deeply in love with her husband, Dhaos, another mortal.In the latter half of the event, the characters began to dream of their past lives as though they were very nearly more real than their lives in "Luceti Valley." Almost no one enjoyed the dream-memories of their true lives; as a whole, everyone was far happier living the lie.
As a note, Grune in this AU was slightly more aware and perceptive than usual during the event, to compensate for a few of the necessities of the situation. This may or may not be noticeable in the piece (which I'm just going to shut up and let everyone read now).
There was a ball of light hovering in the air in front of her. It was very pretty, shining and sparkling and making the daytime just a little bit brighter. When the light spoke to her, she smiled—this was an old, old friend.
“My name is Celsius. I appear before you by your own wish, master.”
“Oh, Celsius. What a pretty name. Pleased to meet you.”
As she dreamed, there was something of her that was confused. She knew Celsius, she was certain—but why, then, was she acting as though they were meeting for the first time?
“Who's she talking to?”
Her confusion receded, pushed away by the always dear sound of Norma's voice. She was a much newer friend than Celsius, but that didn't mean Grune loved her any less.
“Master, have you forgotten me?”
Grune blinked awake, her next words still on her lips: “I don't know. Did I forget you?”
She sat up and looked about, puzzled. It took a long time for her surroundings to settle in her mind, but at last, she remembered—she was at home, in bed. She had been dreaming. What she had experienced hadn't been real, even if everything in the waking world now seemed grey and faint by comparison.
But of course a bedroom couldn't look as lively as an altar by the sea, outside in the beautiful fresh air. That was why.
They were such nice dreams, the ones she had been having the past few days. It sounded as if many people in Luceti Valley were having scary ones, though, which made her sad. In her dreams, she was always having so much fun with her friends—Norma and Senel and Will and Chloe and Moses, and even Jay from the valley. They were always going on adventures with her, laughing and smiling. It made her so happy to have her nighttime friends as well as her daytime ones.
Then, the smile she wore faded. Except that there was one person always missing from her dreams. He should have been there with her, having fun with everyone else, but he wasn't. And. . . .
She looked down at where she had folded her hands over the covers. She only ever missed him when she was awake.
Her gaze drifted to where Dhaos was sleeping beside her. He was frowning—he must have been having another sad dream. Her heart grew painfully in her chest with love and sympathy, and she reached out to place a hand on her husband's forehead. She smoothed it gently, trying to make the lines go away. It had always worked before when he'd had a bad dream, but these new dreams seemed too strong for that.
Rather than going back to sleep, she stayed awake, watching over her husband. She stroked his forehead, not minding the light sweat that came to it, and she pushed his hair back from his face. When he began trembling, even quietly moaning, she shushed him.
“It's all right, dear. I'm here.” She lay down beside him and moved close, pulled him into her arms and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “It's all right. Everything will be all right.”
Sometime after that, he stilled. Although he didn't wake, his hands came up to clutch at her. He held her a little too tight, but she didn't mind.
She lay with him, stroking his tangled curls. Eventually, as sleep returned to her, her hand slowed its soft motions. But before her eyes closed and she sighed out a deep, sleepy breath, she made a wish: That Dhaos would have no more sad dreams.
And then she wished again: If Dhaos had to have such sad dreams, then she wished that she could always be beside him to comfort him in the morning.