Raine
03-20-2006, 01:16 AM
Title: A Light for Lost Hopes
Genre: Supernatural
Summary: The title is from the game over song of "Chrono Cross". What happens to Serge when it's game over?
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He stood out on the balcony overlooking the beach, which brought back sensations and memories he couldn't recall having. He felt insatiable longing for the sea, rolling back in and out on the darkened sand. He believed he was here before, a long time ago - maybe it was just a dream he tried to relive. On the balcony he leaned on the wooden railing, feeling the cool surface contrast from the stuffy warm air. The shade from the overhanging of tropical trees hid him from the orange sun. The sand on the beach smoothed out, non-existent life wisps clear for evidence. No one stood on this beach, not even once upon a time. But he did once. He knew how much the sand scathed his soles, the lapses of laughter, the whisked sand flying in the air from the innocence of movement.
Someone called his name, as it raised high into the air and was immediately lost in the blazing sun.
He turned around, and smiled. He knew he had been here before; a small figure closes the gap in short distances and stoops over to catch his breath. Small hands clutched bony knees; the sound of shallow intakes came from behind the dark hood of hair. Tanned young hands swiped away invisible sweat, his head raised to meet a distant gaze. A smile shows, small and hesitant; unsure of what to say.
"You can see me?" Sounds from far away, rushes from the sea to the beach.
"Where have you been?" A bigger, wider smile. His outstretched hand, inviting.
"I don't know." His hand clasps over small ones as he was led away from the water.
"Let's go back home."
"Home" Echoes over, away from the sand and sun.
He stood out on the balcony overlooking the beach. His hands rested on the railing, old and decayed wood recalling memories and sensations he never had. The sea rolled back in and out on the darkened sand. He believed he was here before, a long time ago - in a dream he couldn't get out of. The sand on the beach smoothed out, no footsteps marked of life found. No one stood on this beach for years, he believed not even once upon a time. Home. But he did once.
Genre: Supernatural
Summary: The title is from the game over song of "Chrono Cross". What happens to Serge when it's game over?
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He stood out on the balcony overlooking the beach, which brought back sensations and memories he couldn't recall having. He felt insatiable longing for the sea, rolling back in and out on the darkened sand. He believed he was here before, a long time ago - maybe it was just a dream he tried to relive. On the balcony he leaned on the wooden railing, feeling the cool surface contrast from the stuffy warm air. The shade from the overhanging of tropical trees hid him from the orange sun. The sand on the beach smoothed out, non-existent life wisps clear for evidence. No one stood on this beach, not even once upon a time. But he did once. He knew how much the sand scathed his soles, the lapses of laughter, the whisked sand flying in the air from the innocence of movement.
Someone called his name, as it raised high into the air and was immediately lost in the blazing sun.
He turned around, and smiled. He knew he had been here before; a small figure closes the gap in short distances and stoops over to catch his breath. Small hands clutched bony knees; the sound of shallow intakes came from behind the dark hood of hair. Tanned young hands swiped away invisible sweat, his head raised to meet a distant gaze. A smile shows, small and hesitant; unsure of what to say.
"You can see me?" Sounds from far away, rushes from the sea to the beach.
"Where have you been?" A bigger, wider smile. His outstretched hand, inviting.
"I don't know." His hand clasps over small ones as he was led away from the water.
"Let's go back home."
"Home" Echoes over, away from the sand and sun.
He stood out on the balcony overlooking the beach. His hands rested on the railing, old and decayed wood recalling memories and sensations he never had. The sea rolled back in and out on the darkened sand. He believed he was here before, a long time ago - in a dream he couldn't get out of. The sand on the beach smoothed out, no footsteps marked of life found. No one stood on this beach for years, he believed not even once upon a time. Home. But he did once.