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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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

"Not once you go far enough." A blue-haired girl, strangely dressed in a short-skirted uniform, seems undisturbed by that idea. Whatever she makes of it, her path is set, and has been for quite some time. There is no chance of a reversal; she knows that.

"So why hold on to such a meaningless trinket?" She means the photograph, to judge by the slight nod she gives towards it. She's gotten rid of all such things she once owned herself. She doesn't need the reminders. She remembers without them. She remembers the inevitable ending of all of that sort of wishful thinking.

[repudiate]

[ This sort of setting is more than just a little familiar to Ange - it's quite like a regular beach, after all, sans the ruins. And beaches are something she's familiar with, with the seagulls flying overhead, making her think back to Rokkenjima as she looks up to the sky, blinking against the sun.

When she hears another voice, though, she stares at the girl. Of course she recognizes that kind of look, that nostalgia, but she just shrugs casually as her expression turns a little deadpan after the initial surprise. ]

That depends on the circumstances, doesn't it?

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

"No turning back time. Some things can't be undone." Like a death... still, it's a hopeful note Aerith tries for as she crouches nearby the other girl. "But a lot of things can be changed, for the better."

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Nah, you can't exactly fit in a photograph.

[Reno's half-napping in the sand, but she half-rises at this, raising herself up on her elbows. Hey, just a second ago, this was her beach dream, wasn't it? She thinks so. It's hard to tell with dreams. She shifts her weight so she can move an arm to wave lazily at Seira.]

Hey, Scarface. [She sort of means this to be friendly.]

[rhapsody-onfire.livejournal.com]

She rests on the warm sand, hands locked behind her head. Remnants of bruises and cuts on her arms and legs. She's wearing a simple tank top and a skirt, her bare feet disappearing into the sand. "I didn't think anyone else held onto old photographs."

Her own photo (http://i.imgur.com/pzEn0.jpg) lay in the sand next to her.

"But no, there never is any going back," Genesis said. "That's always the hard part, even if you know it to be true."