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luceti, Tales of Legendia, Fragile Dreams: Farewell Ruins of the Moon
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Words: 906
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the above media.
Summary: A quiet moment of mourning from Grune, as witnessed by Norma.
Author's Notes: I am...less than a month behind posting this one! Go me!Nobody mention that one Halloweenfic, okay?
Anyway. December 19 was the first time one of Grune's close friends died in a draft, so I definitely needed to write something for it. The picture referenced in the fic is one Seto drew for her during the horoscope event. It's now one of her treasures. (Aww.)
When the last flower was placed on your pale, cold cheek
I was watching you from afar
Why is everyone crying now, at this time of parting?
I kept to myself, alone
Like a small light of peace blooming in the sea
"A Firefly's Light," (translated lyrics), performed by Mayumi Sodou for Tales of Legendia
*
"G-Girl, time for supper!" Norma yelled, ladelling the stew into the last bowl. When she received no answer, she sighed heavily. Typical G-Girl with her head in the clouds. She knew she was home—she'd heard her coming in but not leaving again, so unless she was taking lessons from JJ, she was around somewhere—but she was probably off daydreaming about flowers or picnics or whatever. She wouldn't be seeing her at the supper table anytime soon unless she went and did something about it.
. . . Or someone went and did something about it, anyway.
"Wally, go get G-Girl, would you?" she didn't exactly request.
She got a sour look in response. "Get her yourself. I'm slicing the bread."
Jeez. So rude. She turned to the other sort of responsible person in the house. "Say, Fen-Fen—oops, never mind."
"Thanks." Fen-Fen barely looked up from getting Sophie settled with her supper.
"No problem. If you want a job done, you gotta do it yourself, right?" When you couldn't boss Wally into it, anyway.
With that thought in mind, she headed next door to G-Girl's room and knocked. "Go wash up for supper, G-Girl—it's on the table waiting for you."
No response. G-Girl must've been really out of it today.
"I'm coming in," she called and started praying G-Girl hadn't been in the middle of changing when her mind had gone off to Fluffland. As gorgeous as her best friend was and as much as she loved her, there were some things not meant to be shared.
Lucky for her, G-Girl was as fully dressed as she ever was. She was just standing there off to one side, staring at one of the billions of pictures on her wall.
"G-Girl? Hey, G-Girl?"
No response.
. . . She couldn't help but get a little worried this point. Spacing out was normal, but this was way more extreme than usual. Her memory wasn't getting worse, was it? There wasn't a lot more worse for it to get.
Tentatively, she set her hand on G-Girl's shoulder. ". . . G-Girl?"
G-Girl blinked—the first move she'd made since Norma came into the room. Slowly, she turned, and . . . was that supposed to be a smile?
". . . Hello, Norma."
Okay, something was seriously wrong here. Even Fifi would be able to tell at this point.
"What's wrong, G-Girl? You look terrible."
G-Girl looked at her for a moment, and then her gaze drifted back to the picture. Finally, she said quietly, "Seto didn't come home from protecting the village."
Norma's stomach dropped. It had been a while since those horrible coyotes, and she had been doing a pretty good job of ignoring the scarier parts of Luceti. But this—
Never mind that—her best friend needed her. She could worry about Luceti when she'd cheered up G-Girl again. Seeing her not be able to smile . . . to be honest, it scared her. If G-Girl wasn't happy, the world was ending.
"I'm sorry, G-Girl." She hugged her, for once setting aside her enjoyment of how soft and cozy it was. She couldn't let herself be distracted from the job at hand. "But at least he'll be back in a week, right?"
That was how this place worked—wasn't it?
G-Girl pulled her attention away from the wall to hug her back. "Yes, that's right . . . I think."
"It totally is," she answered, pumping up the conviction in her voice to the max. "Why don't you do something nice for him to welcome him back?"
"Oh, that's a good idea, Norma." G-Girl still wasn't letting her go; she must really have needed that hug. "Maybe I'll make him a welcome home picture."
"That's the spirit, G-Girl!" Norma encouraged. And speaking of pictures. . . . She shifted in her arms, at last able to get a good look at what G-Girl had been staring at.
It stood out pretty well from all the others. It was the only portrait of G-Girl, and it was done in a totally different style from the ones she kept churning out all the time. It sure wasn't any good, though. Whoever had drawn it wasn't much of an artist. It practically looked like a kid had done it. . . .
. . . She couldn't breathe. She really, really couldn't breathe. How was she supposed to help G-Girl deal with something like this when she didn't even know how to herself?
She pressed her face into G-Girl's chest for a minute so she didn't have to look at that awful picture. Then she lifted her head. Despite her trembling lips, she forced out, "W-Well, anyway, uh, supper's getting cold! Let's go have a bite to eat, huh?"
"All right," G-Girl said, sounding a little more like her usual self. "I'm sure it's delicious."
Norma pulled back as G-Girl released her. . . . It didn't seem right to just let go of her, so she reached out and took her hand. "You bet! It was made by yours truly, after all. Come on!"
She tugged G-Girl towards the door and, as they headed for the kitchen, she found herself grateful her friend was too dense to realise how fake her cheerfulness was. She only hoped she could fool the rest of her housemates just as easily. She'd need to—because she wouldn't be forgetting that picture for a long, long time.
Fandoms:
luceti, Tales of Legendia, Fragile Dreams: Farewell Ruins of the MoonGenre: Angst
Rating: PG
Words: 906
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the above media.
Summary: A quiet moment of mourning from Grune, as witnessed by Norma.
Author's Notes: I am...less than a month behind posting this one! Go me!
Anyway. December 19 was the first time one of Grune's close friends died in a draft, so I definitely needed to write something for it. The picture referenced in the fic is one Seto drew for her during the horoscope event. It's now one of her treasures. (Aww.)
I was watching you from afar
Why is everyone crying now, at this time of parting?
I kept to myself, alone
Like a small light of peace blooming in the sea
*
"G-Girl, time for supper!" Norma yelled, ladelling the stew into the last bowl. When she received no answer, she sighed heavily. Typical G-Girl with her head in the clouds. She knew she was home—she'd heard her coming in but not leaving again, so unless she was taking lessons from JJ, she was around somewhere—but she was probably off daydreaming about flowers or picnics or whatever. She wouldn't be seeing her at the supper table anytime soon unless she went and did something about it.
. . . Or someone went and did something about it, anyway.
"Wally, go get G-Girl, would you?" she didn't exactly request.
She got a sour look in response. "Get her yourself. I'm slicing the bread."
Jeez. So rude. She turned to the other sort of responsible person in the house. "Say, Fen-Fen—oops, never mind."
"Thanks." Fen-Fen barely looked up from getting Sophie settled with her supper.
"No problem. If you want a job done, you gotta do it yourself, right?" When you couldn't boss Wally into it, anyway.
With that thought in mind, she headed next door to G-Girl's room and knocked. "Go wash up for supper, G-Girl—it's on the table waiting for you."
No response. G-Girl must've been really out of it today.
"I'm coming in," she called and started praying G-Girl hadn't been in the middle of changing when her mind had gone off to Fluffland. As gorgeous as her best friend was and as much as she loved her, there were some things not meant to be shared.
Lucky for her, G-Girl was as fully dressed as she ever was. She was just standing there off to one side, staring at one of the billions of pictures on her wall.
"G-Girl? Hey, G-Girl?"
No response.
. . . She couldn't help but get a little worried this point. Spacing out was normal, but this was way more extreme than usual. Her memory wasn't getting worse, was it? There wasn't a lot more worse for it to get.
Tentatively, she set her hand on G-Girl's shoulder. ". . . G-Girl?"
G-Girl blinked—the first move she'd made since Norma came into the room. Slowly, she turned, and . . . was that supposed to be a smile?
". . . Hello, Norma."
Okay, something was seriously wrong here. Even Fifi would be able to tell at this point.
"What's wrong, G-Girl? You look terrible."
G-Girl looked at her for a moment, and then her gaze drifted back to the picture. Finally, she said quietly, "Seto didn't come home from protecting the village."
Norma's stomach dropped. It had been a while since those horrible coyotes, and she had been doing a pretty good job of ignoring the scarier parts of Luceti. But this—
Never mind that—her best friend needed her. She could worry about Luceti when she'd cheered up G-Girl again. Seeing her not be able to smile . . . to be honest, it scared her. If G-Girl wasn't happy, the world was ending.
"I'm sorry, G-Girl." She hugged her, for once setting aside her enjoyment of how soft and cozy it was. She couldn't let herself be distracted from the job at hand. "But at least he'll be back in a week, right?"
That was how this place worked—wasn't it?
G-Girl pulled her attention away from the wall to hug her back. "Yes, that's right . . . I think."
"It totally is," she answered, pumping up the conviction in her voice to the max. "Why don't you do something nice for him to welcome him back?"
"Oh, that's a good idea, Norma." G-Girl still wasn't letting her go; she must really have needed that hug. "Maybe I'll make him a welcome home picture."
"That's the spirit, G-Girl!" Norma encouraged. And speaking of pictures. . . . She shifted in her arms, at last able to get a good look at what G-Girl had been staring at.
It stood out pretty well from all the others. It was the only portrait of G-Girl, and it was done in a totally different style from the ones she kept churning out all the time. It sure wasn't any good, though. Whoever had drawn it wasn't much of an artist. It practically looked like a kid had done it. . . .
. . . She couldn't breathe. She really, really couldn't breathe. How was she supposed to help G-Girl deal with something like this when she didn't even know how to herself?
She pressed her face into G-Girl's chest for a minute so she didn't have to look at that awful picture. Then she lifted her head. Despite her trembling lips, she forced out, "W-Well, anyway, uh, supper's getting cold! Let's go have a bite to eat, huh?"
"All right," G-Girl said, sounding a little more like her usual self. "I'm sure it's delicious."
Norma pulled back as G-Girl released her. . . . It didn't seem right to just let go of her, so she reached out and took her hand. "You bet! It was made by yours truly, after all. Come on!"
She tugged G-Girl towards the door and, as they headed for the kitchen, she found herself grateful her friend was too dense to realise how fake her cheerfulness was. She only hoped she could fool the rest of her housemates just as easily. She'd need to—because she wouldn't be forgetting that picture for a long, long time.
