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In which there is new-ish shit
Jul. 7th, 2012 11:10 amAuthor: Katzenstreu Gesicht
Date Written: April 21st, 2012
Fandom: Shadow of the Colossus
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I think my favorite bit about writing this was the somewhat run-on sentences in the beginning, like a child happily babbling, to more structured sentences and finally terse, angry.
Originally, this started out as a little bit longer, set at the very end of the game with The Wanderer getting sucked into the pool of light, memories and filling flooding him as The Dormin was stripped away. A lot of it came from my own personal feelings at that moment, struggling to reach the girl that this whole journey was for. However, I liked how this came out more and kept it in its short, drabble form.
Date Written: April 21st, 2012
Fandom: Shadow of the Colossus
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: I think my favorite bit about writing this was the somewhat run-on sentences in the beginning, like a child happily babbling, to more structured sentences and finally terse, angry.
Originally, this started out as a little bit longer, set at the very end of the game with The Wanderer getting sucked into the pool of light, memories and filling flooding him as The Dormin was stripped away. A lot of it came from my own personal feelings at that moment, struggling to reach the girl that this whole journey was for. However, I liked how this came out more and kept it in its short, drabble form.
Memories
They were children, all smiles and times spent in idle enjoyment, like picking sweet fruit from her grandfather's garden when the days grew long and hot. But other times they would stretch their legs and play pretend; he would hold her hand and fight away the creatures that threatened to take her away, while she pointed out where they should head next after the dust from battle cleared.
Laughter came easy and as plentiful as the harvest.
They were somewhere in-between, expected to grow apart but such a thing never came to pass. She would still find time away from the loom to meet him in their special place, cool by a river. He would never forget the look on her face when he first appeared with Agro, and explained the old tale of such a magnificent beast being able to outrun the very wind. She had laughed, asking him whenever he would need to do that.
Laughter may have been farther apart than before, but it was still present.
They were grown, old enough to know better. To learn to accept. But he did not, or perhaps it was because she never told him why. When she lifted that gilded cup to her lips, he wanted to cry out, to stop her foolishness and everyone else's. But he did not, only stood by and resented himself for it the next moment when she was placed down gently on the ground as the poison took effect.
Laughter would never grace her lips again, and he wondered if it would his either...
