Why it's Vanille x Hope for meAfter my last essay, I decided to springboard off my paragraph about Hope and Vanille and go into why I like them together so much. This is my opinion. If you think you might not like something here, there's a back button for a reason. But don't be afraid to read on, either...
Let me start off by saying that I didn't like Hope all that much at first. People kept saying he was a whiny emo kid and, having not played the game yet, I believed 'em. Then I played the game and read other stuff and saw hey, he actually behaves like a fourteen-year-old kid. OH DEAR ME. It's not exactly common in the series for people to act their age, so this is probably why it and all the other characters threw so many people off. They all acted their age. Except maybe Fang, she was a little more mature. But I digress.
I've been following this couple for a long time. So long that I don't even remember where it started. It probably started with th
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Lightning checked into the hotel Yeul told her about, having to explain her situation when the manager questioned her as to why she was traveling alone since it wasn't trade season yet. An hour later, she was finally able to get to her room, located on one of the middle floors of the building. The room had a veranda; she kicked off her boots by the front door and stepped out onto it.
This high up, she had a breeze blowing across her face, though it wasn't that fast and not much cooler than the air below. Merchants shouting and people talking sounded quite tinny up here. She heard chocobos, winged predatory beasts overhead, the bustle of activity, and trees rustling in the wind. She was just deciding to go back inside and get comfortable when her stomach growled, and rather loudly at that.
She clapped both hands over it. "Hey, no need to fuss "
It grumbled at her.
Patting it, she glanced around, shrugged, and left the room again.
She was back out on the promenade
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Serah stared at the back of Noel's head, struggling to suppress the pity in her heart. None of this was real, of course, or else Noel would be able to see her and Caius would've at least noticed her. The only hole in that idea, though, was that the girl had seen her. She knew she had. But if this was hundreds of years in her future, how could Yeul have actually, truly seen her?
Noel finished his mourning, picking the girl's lifeless body off the dirt and walking into the settlement. In the pale moonlight as the celestial body tracked across the sky, Serah saw stones, chunks of wood, spots where the ground had been disturbed, lining the pathway. Two fresh graves had been dug and patted down, marked with tree branches stuck in the ground. Noel laid the girl on the ground and proceeded to dig a third grave beside the others with his bare hands, which didn't take long because the soil was so weak and dead. Once it was deep enough, he placed her in it and pushed th
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Lightning hauled herself out of bed in a panic, noting the sunrise outside her window. Running her fingers through her hair, throwing her clothes on, and locking her door hurriedly, she was still groggy even when she finally reached the plaza near the city entrance.
Caius was already there, well-rested and bright-eyed, and gave her a haughty smirk as she approached. It set her teeth on edge.
"You made it barely," he said.
Oh, shut up. "Guess I was, uh, more tired than I " A yawn caught her by surprise; she struggled to finish it even as her charge continued smirking at her. Would it be a violation of her Focus to crack him in the teeth? "I was way more tired'n I thought."
As he sighed and looked away, she noticed there were two others in the group: a young woman with sunburned shoulders and blonde-streaked brown hair and a hunter she recognized from the previous day. All of them looked energetic; Lightning groaned inwardly.
The other woman
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She moved quietly. Once in a while, Valhalla fell silent as their war came to a temporary halt. He rarely left her alone, getting into petty squabbles, then violent wars, just to pass the time. There was very little else to do except destroy half the city in exponentially creative ways. Because of all her running around, all this fighting, she never had time to examine the terrain. It was only now, while she stood at the top of the beach, that she saw the crystals, scattered in a rainbow of colors across the sand, twinkling faintly in the gloom.
She waited a bit to see what he would do. Usually, he gave himself a bit of quiet time before returning to normalcy. She expected him to leap up at any second.
Rarely did he remain inactive this long. Neither of them needed rest, of course, which meant that in theory they could go on fighting for eternity. Already, the length of time he had spent there without moving was seepin
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After a battle that took forever, Lightning dragged herself into the remains of the temple and collapsed to her knees under the star-filled sky.
For a short while, it was peaceful. Body sore, arms and legs aching, she stayed there, half-stooped, her breathing still somewhat labored. Her rival had beaten her down more harshly than usual and made sure she got slammed into the ground harder than ever. Though she had finally kicked him into the sea and punched her sword clean through his chest, stopping his human heart, she knew he wouldn't stay down for long, and in a bit he'd be back.
But Lightning had long ago lost her will to fight. She knew how this would end. She knew that no matter what she did, he would win.
She rubbed one arm across her forehead, wiping away the sweat.
There was more to it than that, though. Beneath the razor wire and steel walls guarding her heart, there was a special, deep, silent secret no one knew and only she had
Dance to the DeathHeels clicking against the stone floor, pulse pounding in her head, the young warrior made her way down the corridor to the doors which held her fate. Columns of grey marble glowed in the moonlight that streamed in from the scattered skylights above her, casting eerie shadows around her. The corridor opened before her like a creature's gaping maw, its columns its teeth, threatening to devour her. Every instinct told her to turn and run, but she knew if she did, the guards would retrieve her and drag her back. So she pressed on.Dance to the Death5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her white silken gown swished around her body as she moved, the loose fabric around her bust drawing together into a bodice decorated with delicate embroidery and beading before giving way to the skirt that brushed against her legs and the weapons she had secretly strapped to her legs. Gossamer fabric covered her shoulders before bunching above her elbows and falling to her wrists. It was a gown fit for a goddess, and within the hour, it would accompany her to t
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It was a warm, sunny, cheerful day in Academia 400 AF, and Serah was enjoying herself.
The metropolis hadn't much in the way of land area, but what it lacked in acreage it made up for in height: tall, gleaming skyscrapers all curves and flowing lines, like an art deco museum come to life, with the central building of the Academy Headquarters dominating the northern skyline. Between the spires of the headquarters, if you stood just right, was visible the unfinished shell of the new Cocoon. It was a very normal sight; few passerby gave it much of a glance. Only Mog, the white-furred moogle companion of theirs, turned any heads, and even those were fairly brief moments of interest.
It's amazing how much better one feels after a night of uninterrupted sleep and a dash of summer rain the following morning. The sky had been washed clean to shine a brilliant blue, without clouds to break it up. The air smelled like wet asphalt and moist earth. Even the fu
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Lightning quickly suppressed her violent instincts, flexing her fingers instead. Caius looked roughly the same age he had become immortal at, carrying himself differently in this past age with his shoulders back and the usual haughty look replaced by something more neutral. His outfit bared his upper arms and the inside of his forearms, with nearly-healed marks and scratches on the skin. One shoulder was faintly bruised. It seemed the outfit, which was essentially a purple-white-and-black version of a modern Farseer hunter's guise, was meant to look intimidating. The effect was not lost on her.
Instead of bowing in respect like the girls, she looked him right in the eye.
"You must be the Haerii warrioress." He planted a fist in his hip, looking suddenly lazy. "There's no need to look so hostile. You aren't going anywhere."
Lightning wondered if he thought she was going to try to escape. "I'm good."
He cocked an eyebrow, but didn't pursue the matter.
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For the next week, Lightning was strictly forbidden from getting up except to take care of personal needs, and even then she had a nurse at her side to help her. Food was brought to her regularly. A publication of the city's news topics was also dropped at her side each morning. Still unable to read the Pulsian language, Lightning decided it was time to learn. Slowly, she developed an understanding of the letters, learning the same way a child learned to read no translations, for one, just contextual understanding and soon had a basic grasp of the concept. After all, she had little else to entertain her, and it kept her mind off the pain.
At the end of the week, the physician came to see how well she could stand. The joint was healing but the tendons were still sore and her hamstring ached when she put pressure on it. She was instructed to stay in bed a few more days. Worried she was losing time to prevent the apocal
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It was peaceful. Not for the first time, of course. She had often stood up here in the silence of the predawn or was it past dusk? Or midday? In the realm where time's arrow existed in all places all at once, her mind simply could not comprehend it all. Trying to mark the passage of time was like trying to catch a shadow in a bottle. But it was peaceful, dark, as it always was, and upon the shore of the crystal-laden beach the breakers pounded as they always did. No one wandered in the streets. From time to time she spotted shadows darting, but nothing else. Even the destroyed promenade overlooking the sea had been rebuilt. But by the hands of what?
There were no stars but there were. Sometimes they winked at her, and she stared at them. At the same time, there were none.
So, it was past dusk. But it was also midday.
Ducking her head, she shook it, a wellspring of hopeless bitterness welling up inside. A person could go insane tryin
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"Hey, purple wonder."
For the past ten minutes, it'd been extremely peaceful, really, with a nice wind blowing off the mesa and the smell of the land below hanging thick in the air. For ten minutes, more than he was usually given in this arena of endless battle, he could get his thoughts organized again. There was no telling just how long it would be before the next battle was called and he was rotated in. That was his lot in life.
Kain just wanted peace and quiet, but it looked about to be interrupted.
"Lightning," was his greeting, glancing over his shoulder at the woman. She looked tired, eyes soggy with sleep.
As she drew closer, rubbing her left eye with the heel of her palm, he wondered about the name. "Purple wonder"? It wasn't the most creative name he'd been called, but it seemed oddly good-natured coming from this woman. He seemed to have developed a reputation within this cycle already, though it had just began b