[FFIV] Light of the Silver Moon
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beaslaysThis was for over_look on LJ.
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Claim: the previous generation
Characters Fusoya, Kluya
Table/Theme Name & Number: Table I - #03 Colors
Rating: G
Warnings: Sort of spoiler-ish for FFIV endgame.
Summary: The Blue Planet is nothing like the Crystal Palace. Fusoya could not quite fathom why Kluya thought it was better.
Fusoya was content to live on the moon.
As such, he had been the first to voice disapproval when Kluya built his airship and announced that he was going to the planet. He saw no point in Kluya's attempt to bring the humans closer to them, as the humans would naturally reach that point one day. Fusoya thought it was only sensible to leave them be to develop the technology on their own.
Fusoya knew though, that Kluya did not truly mean to bring technology to the humans—he only wanted to be free from the company of other Lunarians.
So Kluya had gone anyway, and, as more and more of the Lunarians sought sleep, Fusoya found himself alone in wandering the halls of the Crystal Palace. Though he, too, craved sleep, he was not allowed it. His task as overseer of the Lunarians was far more important than his own desire.
The years passed, and Kluya finally came home. It was only a visit though, claimed the younger Lunarian, but Fusoya was glad for the company, though he said nothing of his thoughts. Kluya though, had spoken freely of the things he had seen, of the life he led on the Blue Planet.
And Kluya would speak of more than that, as they walked together in the silent corridors of the palace.
He would speak of the colors of the Blue Planet. Of how, depending on the time of year, the world would change. He spoke of two times in particular, the earliest and the latest in the year.
Early in the year the world was lush and green and filled with all sorts of bright flowers. A cacophony of colors, as Kluya had put it, a time when it seemed that all the colors in the world had come together to turn the world into a more beautiful place.
Late in the year, the world would turn white, as white as the Crystal Palace. Everything would die then, and all the colors Kluya so loved would be gone, covered in a thick layer of frozen water the humans called 'snow'. Kluya had shown some displeasure while describing this, though he had tried to hide it, but Fusoya knew him well enough to know.
Kluya also spoke of the humans, of the way they dressed, of the way they spoke, and of how the humans lived lives of color. Their very beings were filled with color, and Kluya had spoken excitedly of the way humans had "such a variety of hair color". Fusoya, for his part, had thought it ridiculous that those with white hair were immediately thought to be elders.
"Oh, but brother, you act like an elder already!" Kluya had said, filling the halls with his ringing laughter—a sound Fusoya had not recognized at first.
He huffed, "I most certainly do not."
Kluya had smiled, taken hold of his brother by the arm, and Fusoya found it hard to argue any further. Instead, he took his younger brother by the hand and they continued walking together.
*****
It was only after Kluya had left for the Planet again that Fusoya noticed the images attached to the walls of the Crystal Room, and the note attached to one, written in the Lunarian language.
"I thought some paintings might keep you company. —Kluya"
Shaking his head, Fusoya looked them over, and, indeed, each painting was filled with colors of all sorts. Though he often could not identify the subject of the paintings, he found them somewhat pleasant to the eye. How Kluya had managed to hang them up without his noticing, he would never know, but they certainly made the days pass by more quickly.
Now, he only needed a good explanation, just in case any of the other Lunarians woke up before he had finished rearranging the paintings.
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Claim: the previous generation
Characters Fusoya, Kluya
Table/Theme Name & Number: Table I - #03 Colors
Rating: G
Warnings: Sort of spoiler-ish for FFIV endgame.
Summary: The Blue Planet is nothing like the Crystal Palace. Fusoya could not quite fathom why Kluya thought it was better.
Fusoya was content to live on the moon.
As such, he had been the first to voice disapproval when Kluya built his airship and announced that he was going to the planet. He saw no point in Kluya's attempt to bring the humans closer to them, as the humans would naturally reach that point one day. Fusoya thought it was only sensible to leave them be to develop the technology on their own.
Fusoya knew though, that Kluya did not truly mean to bring technology to the humans—he only wanted to be free from the company of other Lunarians.
So Kluya had gone anyway, and, as more and more of the Lunarians sought sleep, Fusoya found himself alone in wandering the halls of the Crystal Palace. Though he, too, craved sleep, he was not allowed it. His task as overseer of the Lunarians was far more important than his own desire.
The years passed, and Kluya finally came home. It was only a visit though, claimed the younger Lunarian, but Fusoya was glad for the company, though he said nothing of his thoughts. Kluya though, had spoken freely of the things he had seen, of the life he led on the Blue Planet.
And Kluya would speak of more than that, as they walked together in the silent corridors of the palace.
He would speak of the colors of the Blue Planet. Of how, depending on the time of year, the world would change. He spoke of two times in particular, the earliest and the latest in the year.
Early in the year the world was lush and green and filled with all sorts of bright flowers. A cacophony of colors, as Kluya had put it, a time when it seemed that all the colors in the world had come together to turn the world into a more beautiful place.
Late in the year, the world would turn white, as white as the Crystal Palace. Everything would die then, and all the colors Kluya so loved would be gone, covered in a thick layer of frozen water the humans called 'snow'. Kluya had shown some displeasure while describing this, though he had tried to hide it, but Fusoya knew him well enough to know.
Kluya also spoke of the humans, of the way they dressed, of the way they spoke, and of how the humans lived lives of color. Their very beings were filled with color, and Kluya had spoken excitedly of the way humans had "such a variety of hair color". Fusoya, for his part, had thought it ridiculous that those with white hair were immediately thought to be elders.
"Oh, but brother, you act like an elder already!" Kluya had said, filling the halls with his ringing laughter—a sound Fusoya had not recognized at first.
He huffed, "I most certainly do not."
Kluya had smiled, taken hold of his brother by the arm, and Fusoya found it hard to argue any further. Instead, he took his younger brother by the hand and they continued walking together.
It was only after Kluya had left for the Planet again that Fusoya noticed the images attached to the walls of the Crystal Room, and the note attached to one, written in the Lunarian language.
"I thought some paintings might keep you company. —Kluya"
Shaking his head, Fusoya looked them over, and, indeed, each painting was filled with colors of all sorts. Though he often could not identify the subject of the paintings, he found them somewhat pleasant to the eye. How Kluya had managed to hang them up without his noticing, he would never know, but they certainly made the days pass by more quickly.
Now, he only needed a good explanation, just in case any of the other Lunarians woke up before he had finished rearranging the paintings.