Function (FF9 [PG])
Title: Function
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Rating: PG
Characters: Mikoto, Garland
Summary: If the recipient could yet feel there would be sears upon that empty flesh..
"And are you...to leave yet once more?"
Words so apathetic they create a void. All emotion is lost to this frozen land so distant here from any concept of time. "Yes. Do nothing foolish while I am gone," he says, Master says, Garland says and his eyes are colder than the land. Yet his heart beats so hot and red within his open chest.
"Why do you go?"
Worry, concern, interest, wishfulness, resentment, hopes and disappointment--things that will never be found in this voice. In this race. Genomes are not a species, they are a thing, a tool and tools do not feel. "Do not question me!" Garland snarls, words so hard and so scathing. If the recipient could yet feel there would be sears upon that empty flesh.
"...Understood."
And that is all Mikoto has to say as he teleports into the Invincible and flies away. There are no hissed sobs from clenched teeth, no tracking tears down a lined face--those are just things she will pretend she has. Expression is not part of this one's function--yet she will imagine it is all there to let out the pain at being left alone again. He'll come back. Eventually. To a planet where there is no time to track him by--it will be yet five minutes and five eternities.
She waits and imagines she cries away her loneliness in the paradoxical interlude.
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Rating: PG
Characters: Mikoto, Garland
Summary: If the recipient could yet feel there would be sears upon that empty flesh..
"And are you...to leave yet once more?"
Words so apathetic they create a void. All emotion is lost to this frozen land so distant here from any concept of time. "Yes. Do nothing foolish while I am gone," he says, Master says, Garland says and his eyes are colder than the land. Yet his heart beats so hot and red within his open chest.
"Why do you go?"
Worry, concern, interest, wishfulness, resentment, hopes and disappointment--things that will never be found in this voice. In this race. Genomes are not a species, they are a thing, a tool and tools do not feel. "Do not question me!" Garland snarls, words so hard and so scathing. If the recipient could yet feel there would be sears upon that empty flesh.
"...Understood."
And that is all Mikoto has to say as he teleports into the Invincible and flies away. There are no hissed sobs from clenched teeth, no tracking tears down a lined face--those are just things she will pretend she has. Expression is not part of this one's function--yet she will imagine it is all there to let out the pain at being left alone again. He'll come back. Eventually. To a planet where there is no time to track him by--it will be yet five minutes and five eternities.
She waits and imagines she cries away her loneliness in the paradoxical interlude.