No Wish To Be Alone Chapter 8
By Chocobo Goddess
AN: This is for all the people asking me, "What did the Planet do to take Sephys mind away from Jenova? And when will they meet up with AVALANCHE?" Read on, my friends, and thank you all for the wonderful reviews. Consider this an interlude. *wark*
Hours later, in the deepest part of the night, the Planet called her. She woke to find herself held tightly to the sleeping General's warm body, covered completely by her bedroll.
Credit to Cetra, child. So good.
Do you think so? Desperation tinged her thoughts. I wanted him to understand so badly.
Good, good, his sleep is peaceful now. Sweet child, loving child, lonely no more.
Yes, she thought, smiling to herself, Lonely no more.
Good good good good right right right so happy. He loves you. Sweet music swirled about her, purple and blue and green. Serenity.
Are you sure?
Can feel it. Good good. Will help you and friends.
I miss them. All of them.
Here soon. Will watch over all.
Dear Friend, I must know, how did you gain control of his mind? How did you take it from Jenova?
Hesitation for a heartbeat. Look Inside.
She turned her vision inward, to her soul, as the Planet had taught her long ago. She saw them lying in each others arms, both of them dreaming. She looked at herself, seeing only a mirror image of what was happening now, her bending over her own sleeping form. A shimmering aura surrounded them both, seeming to be one entity, until she saw a thread connecting the two separate people. She touched the thread, finding it surprisingly light and flexible, like a heavy spiders web.
This I have done. Bonded both of you. You see? A harp-like chord sounded in question. Keeps him away from Not-My-Child. Closer you are, stronger bond is. Farther apart, grows weaker. Must stay together.
It seems so fragile! How do we strengthen it? Is there a way to keep him safe forever?
A decrescendo. Love strengthens. Vow makes permanent. Life-bond. Promise. Oath.
Indeed. The music rose again, harp scales. Not such bad fate? Love each other. Will be good. Must talk with him.
She studied him, noticing the flickering images about his head as he dreamed. Her dream form stepped closer to try to decipher his thoughts. She realized that all the images were of her. What is he thinking about? She wondered, moving even closer. Her eyes widened at the scene before her. She saw herself, eyes glazed with passion, arching her back, crying out as he moved above her. Another image showed them sitting together under the willow, she in his lap, kissing him and laughing, holding the lapels of his coat. Yet another was an actual memory of their kiss in the stream, only he had changed it toward the end. She blushed furiously. This is what he dreams of?
The harp laughed. As before, not such bad fate?
No, but goodness! She surveyed the images again. Is that what its really like, I wonder? She looked again at the first one, where he had begun biting at her neck and shoulders, grinning as she ran her hands over his back. Oh, my. Well, I suppose its far better for him than being tormented with those awful visions, isnt it?
As she turned away, one image caught her eye. In it, she had been transformed into an angel with wings the colour of her hair. She was leaning over him, about to kiss him. Ah, so now he imagines that I'm an angel, hmm? The ideas men get sometimes. She half-expected the Planet's laugh again, but it was strangely quiet. She got the impression that it was preoccupied. My Friend?
It seemed to realize she was talking. Must sleep now, child. Much happens on the morrow.
She tore her eyes away from his dreams reluctantly. With great care not to disturb him, she brought her mind back to semi-wakefulness. As she fell back into true sleep, one thought remained from her conversation with the Planet.
AVALANCHE was coming.
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