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FFVIII: On The Cards
Fandom: Final Fantasy VIII
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Ellone is the ideal custodian of a power no one understands. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
philosophy_20.
Ellone can pick time up and shuffle it like a deck of cards. It doesn't seem so amazing to her: it means nothing, she can change nothing. But she knows that even that seems like great power to some. That some would brand her a witch, a sorceress, something cruel and high, beyond understanding and undeserving of such.
It makes her laugh, a bitter kind of laughter that she is careful not to let anyone here. She has refused that kind of power -- more than once. She will not use what power she has in the wrong way. She is the ideal custodian of something which has no place in the world yet, which nobody understands, because she knows the time isn't right, and doesn't meddle.
She thought, once, it would be a comfort to her. She dreamed of -- remembered -- Laguna and Raine, and woke crying, emptier than ever. She remembered the Orphanage and woke with her pillow soaked with tears.
It's not a gift, she thinks, no. It's a burden of strangeness.
Somehow, though, she keeps smiling. For Laguna. For Squall. For Raine.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Ellone is the ideal custodian of a power no one understands. For
philosophy_20.Ellone can pick time up and shuffle it like a deck of cards. It doesn't seem so amazing to her: it means nothing, she can change nothing. But she knows that even that seems like great power to some. That some would brand her a witch, a sorceress, something cruel and high, beyond understanding and undeserving of such.
It makes her laugh, a bitter kind of laughter that she is careful not to let anyone here. She has refused that kind of power -- more than once. She will not use what power she has in the wrong way. She is the ideal custodian of something which has no place in the world yet, which nobody understands, because she knows the time isn't right, and doesn't meddle.
She thought, once, it would be a comfort to her. She dreamed of -- remembered -- Laguna and Raine, and woke crying, emptier than ever. She remembered the Orphanage and woke with her pillow soaked with tears.
It's not a gift, she thinks, no. It's a burden of strangeness.
Somehow, though, she keeps smiling. For Laguna. For Squall. For Raine.