[Dissidia] Fabellae: creation
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Title: A Story to Create
Fandom: Dissidia Final Fantasy
Fic Series: Fabellae
Characters: Chaos, Cosmos, a manikin
Rating: K+ (T for the entire series)
Word Count: 943
Notes: Still part of the prologue.
The lake before her shone, its water crystalline and clear despite the dark clouds that hung overhead. Though the water was clear, she could not see the lake's bed, and instead she gazed at her reflection, as golden as she was. Looking about, she could see no end to the lake's waters either, as the horizon was devoid of anything but clouds. She stood upon a lone rock, though its surface was smooth, and its color white.
Small waves lapped at the hem of her long dress, tendrils of green light rising from them. She held her hands out over the water, letting the tendrils of light wrap around them and run along the length of her bare arms before they dissolved into the air. All around her, across the lake, more tendrils rose, playfully twining with each other before descending back into the water.
Chuckling softly to herself, she bent to scoop a handful of the water up, raising her hands to her lips and drinking in the clear water. Wiping her mouth with her hand, she stepped forward and began to walk upon the lake's surface, her blue eyes set upon the horizon. Tendrils of light formed where she stepped, rising and coming together to form a single long strand of light. She walked without care for time, letting her thoughts take over and occasionally reaching out to touch a tendril of light or two.
It was long before she stopped walking, though to her it seemed only a small amount of time. Turning, she reached up to grasp the strand of light she had created, tugging at it before it coiled around her.
"Taking a leisurely walk, Cosmos?"
She continued toying with the strand of light, knowing all too well who had come to see her. This was her domain, few could enter without her permission, and the one who had spoken was among those few.
"There is time yet till the beginning of this cycle," she said, watching as the light began to take shape. Here, was a hand forming, its fingers long and slender. There, was a face gaining its features, the nose thin and even, the eyes set at just the right height, the lips full and smiling. The light had taken the shape of a man, and it reached a hand out to her, knowing she was its creator.
"Him, again?" said her visitor, laughing, "You know he can never be yours again. He is mine, for he chose this path, and there is little you can do to change that."
The figure touched her cheek, offering her a soft smile and caressing her as though it could sense her distress. Cosmos sighed, closing her eyes and reveling in the attention, not caring that her visitor was watching.
She could hear her visitor's laughter, mocking her and ringing in her ears. As her eyes snapped open, anger rose in her, and the figure before her faltered, before breaking apart completely and returning to tiny orbs of light, but not before it could give her a sad smile.
The small orbs floated down to the water, dissolving as they became one with the crystalline water again.
"Should you not be preparing for our war, Chaos?" she asked, turning to face her visitor and taking in his monstrous visage. He was much, much larger than her in form; he could easily tower over her even if he were not floating as he was now. Orbs of red gazed down at her, set just about two rows of long, pointed teeth.
"Dearest Cosmos, I am always prepared to war with you."
"Leave this place," she said, turning away from him again and reaching down to tug at a tendril of light. Though she was far more used to him than she liked, Chaos had a habit of always knowing how to make her angry--and perhaps that was where their hatred for each other stemmed from. They had always been at each other's side and, of recent times, at each other's throats. It was only natural they knew each other so well, perhaps even better than they knew themselves.
But they had been set to eternal war, as payment for their ancient crime of war, and they were all too willing to let it be that way, so they warred with little regard for the consequences. She knew that, in time, their disregard for those outside their war would come back to bite them, but she could care less, and she knew that Chaos, too, could care less.
For now though, Cosmos only wanted to be alone with her creations.
"You know it in your heart, do you not?" said Chaos, floating into her view. Of his four arms, the upper two were crossed, while the lower two were placed upon his hips "That this continued farce of a war would not need warriors were it not for the laws set upon..."
"Leave this place." Her voice rang out around them, melodious as ever but enforced with much of her internal power. Light flared around her, tendrils jumping up from the lake's water, and her own body shone gold.
Chaos said nothing in response, laughing instead and letting his laughter linger even as he disappeared in a burst of flame.
Cosmos turned her attention to the light that had formed in her hands, wispy and flitting through her fingers. She sighed as another tendril came to her hands, adding upon the light already there. Slowly she began to shape it, this time with her own hands, in the hope of creating something perfect, just as the man had been.
Title: A Story to Create
Fandom: Dissidia Final Fantasy
Fic Series: Fabellae
Characters: Chaos, Cosmos, a manikin
Rating: K+ (T for the entire series)
Word Count: 943
Notes: Still part of the prologue.
The lake before her shone, its water crystalline and clear despite the dark clouds that hung overhead. Though the water was clear, she could not see the lake's bed, and instead she gazed at her reflection, as golden as she was. Looking about, she could see no end to the lake's waters either, as the horizon was devoid of anything but clouds. She stood upon a lone rock, though its surface was smooth, and its color white.
Small waves lapped at the hem of her long dress, tendrils of green light rising from them. She held her hands out over the water, letting the tendrils of light wrap around them and run along the length of her bare arms before they dissolved into the air. All around her, across the lake, more tendrils rose, playfully twining with each other before descending back into the water.
Chuckling softly to herself, she bent to scoop a handful of the water up, raising her hands to her lips and drinking in the clear water. Wiping her mouth with her hand, she stepped forward and began to walk upon the lake's surface, her blue eyes set upon the horizon. Tendrils of light formed where she stepped, rising and coming together to form a single long strand of light. She walked without care for time, letting her thoughts take over and occasionally reaching out to touch a tendril of light or two.
It was long before she stopped walking, though to her it seemed only a small amount of time. Turning, she reached up to grasp the strand of light she had created, tugging at it before it coiled around her.
"Taking a leisurely walk, Cosmos?"
She continued toying with the strand of light, knowing all too well who had come to see her. This was her domain, few could enter without her permission, and the one who had spoken was among those few.
"There is time yet till the beginning of this cycle," she said, watching as the light began to take shape. Here, was a hand forming, its fingers long and slender. There, was a face gaining its features, the nose thin and even, the eyes set at just the right height, the lips full and smiling. The light had taken the shape of a man, and it reached a hand out to her, knowing she was its creator.
"Him, again?" said her visitor, laughing, "You know he can never be yours again. He is mine, for he chose this path, and there is little you can do to change that."
The figure touched her cheek, offering her a soft smile and caressing her as though it could sense her distress. Cosmos sighed, closing her eyes and reveling in the attention, not caring that her visitor was watching.
She could hear her visitor's laughter, mocking her and ringing in her ears. As her eyes snapped open, anger rose in her, and the figure before her faltered, before breaking apart completely and returning to tiny orbs of light, but not before it could give her a sad smile.
The small orbs floated down to the water, dissolving as they became one with the crystalline water again.
"Should you not be preparing for our war, Chaos?" she asked, turning to face her visitor and taking in his monstrous visage. He was much, much larger than her in form; he could easily tower over her even if he were not floating as he was now. Orbs of red gazed down at her, set just about two rows of long, pointed teeth.
"Dearest Cosmos, I am always prepared to war with you."
"Leave this place," she said, turning away from him again and reaching down to tug at a tendril of light. Though she was far more used to him than she liked, Chaos had a habit of always knowing how to make her angry--and perhaps that was where their hatred for each other stemmed from. They had always been at each other's side and, of recent times, at each other's throats. It was only natural they knew each other so well, perhaps even better than they knew themselves.
But they had been set to eternal war, as payment for their ancient crime of war, and they were all too willing to let it be that way, so they warred with little regard for the consequences. She knew that, in time, their disregard for those outside their war would come back to bite them, but she could care less, and she knew that Chaos, too, could care less.
For now though, Cosmos only wanted to be alone with her creations.
"You know it in your heart, do you not?" said Chaos, floating into her view. Of his four arms, the upper two were crossed, while the lower two were placed upon his hips "That this continued farce of a war would not need warriors were it not for the laws set upon..."
"Leave this place." Her voice rang out around them, melodious as ever but enforced with much of her internal power. Light flared around her, tendrils jumping up from the lake's water, and her own body shone gold.
Chaos said nothing in response, laughing instead and letting his laughter linger even as he disappeared in a burst of flame.
Cosmos turned her attention to the light that had formed in her hands, wispy and flitting through her fingers. She sighed as another tendril came to her hands, adding upon the light already there. Slowly she began to shape it, this time with her own hands, in the hope of creating something perfect, just as the man had been.