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seikilosTitle: Magia
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luceti, Tales of Legendia, Tales of Phantasia, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Genre: Angst
Rating: G
Words: 687
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the above fandoms.
Summary: If I can advance without hesitating, / then it’s fine if my heart gets broken.
Author's Notes: Written while listening to "Magia" by Kalafina on loop after realising it's kind of amazingly perfect for True!Grune. I still don't feel like I pulled this off at all, but eh. Posting it anyway.
Quietly blooming profusely
is the ancient magic which tenderly whispers to me
“The power to change the world
lies in those hands of yours.”
Let’s have an eternal dream
in this time we’re together.
I live for my emotions.
Creating life
is my wish.
~ Magia, Kalafina
Luceti is quiet at this hour. Few are awake; fewer still are moving about. Those who are on its streets generally have some purpose to their actions—guarding the peace or drinking or searching for sleep. Or, for one week, they no longer have need for anything but brief rest.
It's a very different Grune who looks down from the rooftop of the library to watch the greying head of Giles pass below. On patrol, he doesn't see her in her silence, leaving her to meditate uninterrupted. Her intent was to use every moment of this short time of understanding to attempt a return to where she must be—and yet here she is, looking at the stars. Looking at them, but not seeing them; her thoughts are just as distant as those far-off suns.
It seems with clarity of mind comes heartache. Not simply the heartache of those she loves looking at her with fear and even betrayal, but the heartache of at last truly understanding her friends.
Both Giles and the man whose place she has stolen tonight are responsible for terrible actions in their pasts—some would say their actions are unforgivable. She is not one of those people. It is neither her place to condemn or forgive—despite the acceptance without end of her unawakened self. What they have done simply is.
Both think themselves too tainted for the love of her unawakened self. (She has no illusions about their feelings for her now.) They fear that limitless capacity for love perhaps even more than they fear her love now, the love of a goddess. Even still, they haven't lost themselves enough to turn her innocent self away. Perhaps they would see it as a kind of selfishness, and it is, but only the selfishness of all who flourish in love.
She herself is selfish. As she is now, they make themselves stand unflinchingly before her. They hide their longing for her to return to her unawakened state. But even knowing this, she cannot stop craving the return of their love. She loves them with the same depth and breadth as before her memory returned to her, but with quiet maturity instead of unrestrained joy.
With the loss of innocence, too, comes the awareness of both their mortal fragility. There is a new dimension to her love, a now conscious determination to fight for them, to shield them from every harm it is within her power to prevent. They have both been wounded nearly past the point of recovery. She will keep them safe from further harm, defend them with word and deed, and protect them from, should she appear, even Schwartz herself.
The sound of the movement of a heavy mantle catches her ear, and she lowers her gaze from the stars to where Dhaos has stopped in midair, seemingly caught off guard by her presence—and the fierce look her previous thoughts must have left in her face.
"Good evening, Dhaos," she says, already preparing to climb down.
". . . There is no need for you to leave," he says after a pause, and his feet touch the roof with a quiet scratch of boots against grit.
She gives him a smile of understanding. "You came here for peace. You will find it far more easily without me."
He protests, as she expected, but doesn't follow her. By the time she's finished her climb, Giles is waiting for her.
"G-Grune, good evening." There's still that determined lack of hesitation in his voice, the attempt to pretend he accepts what she has become. "I hadn't realized you were still awake."
The smile she gives him is a match of the one she gave Dhaos. "Yes. I was looking at the stars. Good evening, Giles."
She turns and walks away. Like Dhaos, he lets her go.
It's better this way. For this week, she can stay away from them and thereby keep from disturbing their image of her unawakened self, the one they love. She can spare them that pain. This way, the one she fights against with all her strength will not have to be herself.
Fandoms:
luceti, Tales of Legendia, Tales of Phantasia, Buffy the Vampire SlayerGenre: Angst
Rating: G
Words: 687
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the above fandoms.
Summary: If I can advance without hesitating, / then it’s fine if my heart gets broken.
Author's Notes: Written while listening to "Magia" by Kalafina on loop after realising it's kind of amazingly perfect for True!Grune. I still don't feel like I pulled this off at all, but eh. Posting it anyway.
is the ancient magic which tenderly whispers to me
“The power to change the world
lies in those hands of yours.”
Let’s have an eternal dream
in this time we’re together.
I live for my emotions.
Creating life
is my wish.
~ Magia, Kalafina
Luceti is quiet at this hour. Few are awake; fewer still are moving about. Those who are on its streets generally have some purpose to their actions—guarding the peace or drinking or searching for sleep. Or, for one week, they no longer have need for anything but brief rest.
It's a very different Grune who looks down from the rooftop of the library to watch the greying head of Giles pass below. On patrol, he doesn't see her in her silence, leaving her to meditate uninterrupted. Her intent was to use every moment of this short time of understanding to attempt a return to where she must be—and yet here she is, looking at the stars. Looking at them, but not seeing them; her thoughts are just as distant as those far-off suns.
It seems with clarity of mind comes heartache. Not simply the heartache of those she loves looking at her with fear and even betrayal, but the heartache of at last truly understanding her friends.
Both Giles and the man whose place she has stolen tonight are responsible for terrible actions in their pasts—some would say their actions are unforgivable. She is not one of those people. It is neither her place to condemn or forgive—despite the acceptance without end of her unawakened self. What they have done simply is.
Both think themselves too tainted for the love of her unawakened self. (She has no illusions about their feelings for her now.) They fear that limitless capacity for love perhaps even more than they fear her love now, the love of a goddess. Even still, they haven't lost themselves enough to turn her innocent self away. Perhaps they would see it as a kind of selfishness, and it is, but only the selfishness of all who flourish in love.
She herself is selfish. As she is now, they make themselves stand unflinchingly before her. They hide their longing for her to return to her unawakened state. But even knowing this, she cannot stop craving the return of their love. She loves them with the same depth and breadth as before her memory returned to her, but with quiet maturity instead of unrestrained joy.
With the loss of innocence, too, comes the awareness of both their mortal fragility. There is a new dimension to her love, a now conscious determination to fight for them, to shield them from every harm it is within her power to prevent. They have both been wounded nearly past the point of recovery. She will keep them safe from further harm, defend them with word and deed, and protect them from, should she appear, even Schwartz herself.
The sound of the movement of a heavy mantle catches her ear, and she lowers her gaze from the stars to where Dhaos has stopped in midair, seemingly caught off guard by her presence—and the fierce look her previous thoughts must have left in her face.
"Good evening, Dhaos," she says, already preparing to climb down.
". . . There is no need for you to leave," he says after a pause, and his feet touch the roof with a quiet scratch of boots against grit.
She gives him a smile of understanding. "You came here for peace. You will find it far more easily without me."
He protests, as she expected, but doesn't follow her. By the time she's finished her climb, Giles is waiting for her.
"G-Grune, good evening." There's still that determined lack of hesitation in his voice, the attempt to pretend he accepts what she has become. "I hadn't realized you were still awake."
The smile she gives him is a match of the one she gave Dhaos. "Yes. I was looking at the stars. Good evening, Giles."
She turns and walks away. Like Dhaos, he lets her go.
It's better this way. For this week, she can stay away from them and thereby keep from disturbing their image of her unawakened self, the one they love. She can spare them that pain. This way, the one she fights against with all her strength will not have to be herself.
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Date: 2011-09-06 12:58 am (UTC)