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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[ladyhyperion.livejournal.com]

"Younger, but only by a few months. Quistis's birthday is in October, mine's in December. I think this was taken around Squall's birthday, the weather looks right for it." Seira replied, "Quistis was adopted soon after, and pretty much everyone else after that." She paused, looking towards the building up on the cliff.

"This used to be an orphanage."

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

"So everyone got to go with a family..." Aerith smiles, as it seems like a very happy thing to her. She'd connected pretty quickly with her adopting mother, after all.

But if this picture is what Seira wants to go back to... she looks up curiously as the woman speaks, throwing a look over her shoulder at the building. "Are you not able to find them?"

[ladyhyperion.livejournal.com]

"Not everyone. Nobody wanted me." It hurt still, despite how long it had been and the parts she'd forgotten.

"I know where they are, they just... we don't associate now that they're the heros and I'm the one who's the villain."

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry." It was to both parts. "I never really had childhood friends like that, but I can't imagine it's easy. You don't seem like much of a villain, if that helps."

That probably doesn't help.