♦ 002 ; Dream
Warnings: tl;dr?
Effects: warm and fuzzy feelings, maybe?
He was ready for this. He was ready for this play - it was like any other, right? Except this time, it was going to be the best one yet.
Because after so long, he was coming back. It was time to make his debut to the one he cared about so much, after so long of not being able to see her. It was going to be an effort to keep himself from showing his intentions with all of this earlier on, but he could do it. This was all for the dramatics, and he was an actor, right?
When it was time, he shuffled on stage, cloaked and taking extra care to not show his face. Excitement was bubbling in the back of his mind, but he was pushing it back. It was time to be Marcus from "I Want to Be Your Canary", not Zidane Tribal. Something he was good at doing - because this was what a part of Tantalus was, after all.
Even so, the play seemed to be taking too long. He reenacted the scenes with ease and on time - a perfect execution of it all. It was a blur, something that even though he tried to concentrate fully on it, his mind kept slipping away. He knew exactly where she would be sitting, after all, and knew that her eyes were focused on him.
What was she thinking? Had she missed him? (Of course she had, right?) Had she moved on? Was she the queen that everyone loved and adored, as he remembered her being? Of course she was, there was no doubt in his mind that she wasn't. He had heard things after coming back, so he already knew the answer to that question.
Finally, it was almost time. He walked out to the stage - it was getting closer...and closer...
The night backdrop was up, the two moons in the corner of his vision as he spoke his lines.
"She told me that could not live without me."
He turned to the backdrop now, his fingers moving as the nervous energy started coming back, despite his best attempts at keeping it away.
"So, the sun is our enemy, too. The eastern sky grows bright. Will we not spread our wings, as yonder birds in joyous flight?"
"Hark, Marcus! They cannot wait any longer!" Came Cinna's voice, "The ship departs!"
Cinna ran off the stage, and Zidane tried his best to stay still, his voice firm and doubtful - portraying the correct emotions for the scene.
"Could she have betrayed me?" Zidane moves slightly, walking before shaking his head. "Nay, ne'er would my love speak false. I must have faith!" His voice grew more firm, more positive as he spoke those lines. "She shall appear if I only believe!"
Closer...
"As the sun lends me no ear, I pray instead to the twin moons!"
He turned to them, his heart racing as he glanced up at the pink and blue moons in the backdrop. It was so fitting, wasn't it, how this was all ending up again?
"I beseech thee, wondrous moonlight--" He raised his arms into the air, really getting into it now.
"--grant me my only wish!"
It was time.
He threw off his cloak dramatically as he spun to face the crowd, his finally allowing himself to look at Dagger.
"Bring my beloved Dagger to me!"
Zidane watched her reaction, or what little he could see of it. She seemed to stand there, stunned in disbelief. But he was here, he was here again for her.
Finally, her figure disappeared, and it wasn't long until people started moving through the crowd. Dagger was shoving her way through he could see, tiara sparkling in the sun as he traced her through the crowd. There was a moment where she stopped, but but then regained her thoughts, moving on.
She threw the tiara away before running at him, and jumped into his arms. He caught her and spun slightly, and they got their first good look at each other in what seemed like far too long. For once, he couldn't say anything. How could he?
Instead he smiled, a mixture of nervousness, sadness, comfort, all rolled into one. Her brown eyes flooded with emotion as she buried her face into his shoulder, and he flinched slightly as she pounded her fist one, two, three times into his chest. Though he was still stronger than her, by far, it still hurt slightly.
But still, it conveyed enough. Neither of them had said much through all of this, but as he ran his hand through her hair, he knew he didn't have to.
--
[The Dreamberry isn't on for long after that in the dark room before a hand covers the device, fumbling for a moment before finally turning it off.]
Effects: warm and fuzzy feelings, maybe?
He was ready for this. He was ready for this play - it was like any other, right? Except this time, it was going to be the best one yet.
Because after so long, he was coming back. It was time to make his debut to the one he cared about so much, after so long of not being able to see her. It was going to be an effort to keep himself from showing his intentions with all of this earlier on, but he could do it. This was all for the dramatics, and he was an actor, right?
When it was time, he shuffled on stage, cloaked and taking extra care to not show his face. Excitement was bubbling in the back of his mind, but he was pushing it back. It was time to be Marcus from "I Want to Be Your Canary", not Zidane Tribal. Something he was good at doing - because this was what a part of Tantalus was, after all.
Even so, the play seemed to be taking too long. He reenacted the scenes with ease and on time - a perfect execution of it all. It was a blur, something that even though he tried to concentrate fully on it, his mind kept slipping away. He knew exactly where she would be sitting, after all, and knew that her eyes were focused on him.
What was she thinking? Had she missed him? (Of course she had, right?) Had she moved on? Was she the queen that everyone loved and adored, as he remembered her being? Of course she was, there was no doubt in his mind that she wasn't. He had heard things after coming back, so he already knew the answer to that question.
Finally, it was almost time. He walked out to the stage - it was getting closer...and closer...
The night backdrop was up, the two moons in the corner of his vision as he spoke his lines.
"She told me that could not live without me."
He turned to the backdrop now, his fingers moving as the nervous energy started coming back, despite his best attempts at keeping it away.
"So, the sun is our enemy, too. The eastern sky grows bright. Will we not spread our wings, as yonder birds in joyous flight?"
"Hark, Marcus! They cannot wait any longer!" Came Cinna's voice, "The ship departs!"
Cinna ran off the stage, and Zidane tried his best to stay still, his voice firm and doubtful - portraying the correct emotions for the scene.
"Could she have betrayed me?" Zidane moves slightly, walking before shaking his head. "Nay, ne'er would my love speak false. I must have faith!" His voice grew more firm, more positive as he spoke those lines. "She shall appear if I only believe!"
Closer...
"As the sun lends me no ear, I pray instead to the twin moons!"
He turned to them, his heart racing as he glanced up at the pink and blue moons in the backdrop. It was so fitting, wasn't it, how this was all ending up again?
"I beseech thee, wondrous moonlight--" He raised his arms into the air, really getting into it now.
"--grant me my only wish!"
It was time.
He threw off his cloak dramatically as he spun to face the crowd, his finally allowing himself to look at Dagger.
"Bring my beloved Dagger to me!"
Zidane watched her reaction, or what little he could see of it. She seemed to stand there, stunned in disbelief. But he was here, he was here again for her.
Finally, her figure disappeared, and it wasn't long until people started moving through the crowd. Dagger was shoving her way through he could see, tiara sparkling in the sun as he traced her through the crowd. There was a moment where she stopped, but but then regained her thoughts, moving on.
She threw the tiara away before running at him, and jumped into his arms. He caught her and spun slightly, and they got their first good look at each other in what seemed like far too long. For once, he couldn't say anything. How could he?
Instead he smiled, a mixture of nervousness, sadness, comfort, all rolled into one. Her brown eyes flooded with emotion as she buried her face into his shoulder, and he flinched slightly as she pounded her fist one, two, three times into his chest. Though he was still stronger than her, by far, it still hurt slightly.
But still, it conveyed enough. Neither of them had said much through all of this, but as he ran his hand through her hair, he knew he didn't have to.
--
[The Dreamberry isn't on for long after that in the dark room before a hand covers the device, fumbling for a moment before finally turning it off.]