On the Airship - To Fly
Title: To Fly
Theme + Number: 18. Power, 51. Balance, 17. Espers
Claim: Party (all on airship)
Characters/Pairings included: Terra
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Leaving Trance is not so easy as pressing a button.
Terra looked at her hands as they rested in her lap. They were pale; despite all the time that she had spent under the sun traveling and fighting her skin did not darken. Pale, half-covered by the red sleeves, fingernails blunt and curved. Callouses marked her palms and thumb from innumerable times drawing her sword. There was no trace of the fine pink hair that had covered her hands or the brilliant glow that had suffused her and lit her from within. But she could still feel that fire within her, waiting to come out at her call.
Free. Wild. Unchained. It was like slipping off her human skin and letting herself out. And then when it was over, when she slid back into her human self, everything seemed less. Colors were not as vibrant... the air. She could step up onto the air and fly when she was an esper.
She could do anything, go anywhere, fly beyond the ends of the earth and be free...
Terra found it hard to keep herself on the ground when she went into the esper trance. Often she felt like staying there, even when the esper magic that fueled it was exhausted.
She looked around the small room with its drapery and plush cushions, suddenly feeling confined. Locke had told her to rest in here after the latest battle, but she had the feeling that it was more for his own ease of mind than anything else. She had fought intensely, wildly, wiping out the monsters with waves of fire. The images of the creatures blurred, indistinct in her mind. It had been the trance--it was not wild or feral like an animal, no. The opposite. Details were simply not important. The monsters were of a lower order. Had she a choice she would not even bother with them. Her friends, though, her human friends--they needed her protection. They needed her to stay with them.
And then she returned from there, and she was human again. But not quite. Never entirely.
This room was so small. Terra stood up abruptly and walked out, past Celes and Edgar as they chatted, climbing the ladder up to the deck. Setzer was at the wheel as usual with his back to her, but Terra slipped off her boots to avoid making a noise. She crept over to the railing and leaned on it, letting out a long, quiet breath. The wind rushed around her, over her, making her ponytail sway. That felt better. She could stand here, comfortably human, yet still flying.
Theme + Number: 18. Power, 51. Balance, 17. Espers
Claim: Party (all on airship)
Characters/Pairings included: Terra
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Leaving Trance is not so easy as pressing a button.
Terra looked at her hands as they rested in her lap. They were pale; despite all the time that she had spent under the sun traveling and fighting her skin did not darken. Pale, half-covered by the red sleeves, fingernails blunt and curved. Callouses marked her palms and thumb from innumerable times drawing her sword. There was no trace of the fine pink hair that had covered her hands or the brilliant glow that had suffused her and lit her from within. But she could still feel that fire within her, waiting to come out at her call.
Free. Wild. Unchained. It was like slipping off her human skin and letting herself out. And then when it was over, when she slid back into her human self, everything seemed less. Colors were not as vibrant... the air. She could step up onto the air and fly when she was an esper.
She could do anything, go anywhere, fly beyond the ends of the earth and be free...
Terra found it hard to keep herself on the ground when she went into the esper trance. Often she felt like staying there, even when the esper magic that fueled it was exhausted.
She looked around the small room with its drapery and plush cushions, suddenly feeling confined. Locke had told her to rest in here after the latest battle, but she had the feeling that it was more for his own ease of mind than anything else. She had fought intensely, wildly, wiping out the monsters with waves of fire. The images of the creatures blurred, indistinct in her mind. It had been the trance--it was not wild or feral like an animal, no. The opposite. Details were simply not important. The monsters were of a lower order. Had she a choice she would not even bother with them. Her friends, though, her human friends--they needed her protection. They needed her to stay with them.
And then she returned from there, and she was human again. But not quite. Never entirely.
This room was so small. Terra stood up abruptly and walked out, past Celes and Edgar as they chatted, climbing the ladder up to the deck. Setzer was at the wheel as usual with his back to her, but Terra slipped off her boots to avoid making a noise. She crept over to the railing and leaned on it, letting out a long, quiet breath. The wind rushed around her, over her, making her ponytail sway. That felt better. She could stand here, comfortably human, yet still flying.