1 || Half A Hero

[ladyhyperion.livejournal.com]

This dream is set on a beach with ruins embedded in the cliff that rose from the sand, cracked stairs leading up to a building above that's also falling apart.

Seira herself sits on the remains of a pillar, bare toes curling in the warm sand. The wind off the sea tugs at the grasses and her hair, seagulls crying above and the smell of salt fill the air. Despite the lonely nature of the setting, the young woman seems almost happy to be there.

It's home; or had been once upon a time anyway.

There's a ragged photograph clutched in one hand, and she looks at it with a nostalgic smile. "I guess...there's no going back, is there?" She asks, not expecting a reply.

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[repudiate]

I'm just making sure, before I go off on some long ramble that actually doesn't apply to anything at all.

[ she shrugs, before turning away from the girl but still talking on. ]

So you can't go home either way if it's dead, right?

[ladyhyperion.livejournal.com]

Well aren't you just a right little ray of sunshine.

[repudiate]

How so? I won't deny that you're right, but I'm just speaking the truth here.

[ladyhyperion.livejournal.com]

It's a figure of speech. What are you, from space or somethin', jeeze. There's no need to be so pessimistic, you're still alive, there's still a planet to do whatever you damn well please on. Not like you nearly helped destroy all of time and space as we know it or something.