Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Ache: Pain Of Heart ❯ Wishful Thinking ( Chapter 4 )

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Wishful Thinking

 

 

She'd been sending the fallen till dawn, dancing endlessly for the sake of their souls. Exhausted, she half-collapsed on the small bed, forcing all thoughts of pyreflies and blood from her mind. As she curled up on the mattress, her mind roamed to Seymour, and what he'd said to her, only hours ago.

 

 

Take me as your pillar of strength…

 

 

It was funny how those seven little words could make her insides tingle; the familiar butterfly sensation arose again, sending small shivers down her spine. Closing her eyes, she pictured Seymour, dignified and noble even when he was standing his ground, holding off the fiend that had almost killed her. He'd been so strong… Almost unnaturally so. Then again, she'd heard rumours concerning his birth; he was half-human, someone had said.

 

 

“Like me.” Yuna sighed aloud, a small smile of glee warming to her features. His parentage only made him more endearing… And more desirable.

 

 

She wondered what it would be like to be held in his embrace, her cheek resting against the warm skin of his chest, while his arms shielded her from the horror and tragedy of the outside world. He'd cradle her and smile down at her, his eyes shining like two divine suns, before telling her that he loved her. Then they'd kiss, and their worlds would meld into one, joining them for eternity.

 

 

Lapsing into sleep, her fabrications took on a more solid form as her dream began to unfold.

 

 

It was a beautiful night. A thin blanket of clouds drifted across the wide moon, casting shadows on the darkened fields below. From the hill, Yuna lay and watched in wonder, taking in the beauty of it all. Above her, a canopy of stars twinkled and she tried to pick out the brightest one. Suddenly, a tall figure loomed over her, smiling benignly.

 

 

“Seymour?” she sat up in slight disbelief. She'd thought she was on her own.

 

 

Silently, he sat down beside her and gazed out across the rolling expanses of night-stained countryside. She relaxed, closing her eyes and bathing in the moonlight for a moment, before opening them again and turning to the maester.

 

 

“Where is the brightest star?” she asked him interestedly.

 

 

He glanced up, scanning the sky quickly, before raising an arm and pointing to it. “There. The Northern Star.”

 

 

“Is there a Southern Star to match?” she pouted slightly as he chuckled softly at her question.

 

 

“Look. There's Orion.” Seymour traced out the constellation with his fingers.

 

 

“Who's he?” Yuna wondered.

 

 

“In myth, Orion was a hunter. When he died, his body was placed in the sky as the stars you see before you.” he traced them out again.

 

 

Squinting, she followed his hand movements, but could only vaguely make out the outline of the warrior. Sighing, she gave up.

 

 

“Are there any others?” she asked hopefully, glancing up.

 

 

“There's the Plough. That's just above us.” He indicated to the long string of stars visible above them.

 

 

Yuna smiled. Even she could make out that particular constellation. Cocking her head to one side, she turned back to him.

 

 

“What's the story behind that one?”

 

 

“I am not sure.” He admitted, casually swatting away his forelock.

 

 

“Maybe Orion needed it to plough his fields?” Yuna suggested thoughtfully.

 

 

“Perhaps.” Seymour mused. He didn't have the heart to remind her that Orion was a hunter, not a farmer.

 

 

Hugging herself, Yuna shivered in the light breeze, wishing that she'd thought to bring a jacket.

 

 

“Are you cold?” he asked her gently, placing a hand on hers.

 

 

She looked up at him, hardly daring to breath. Slowly, she nodded, flushing with happiness when he placed an arm around her and drew her close against him. She could hear his heart beating a rapid tempo, and she wondered if it was beating quicker than hers.

 

 

He gave her a gentle squeeze, as though assuring himself that she was real, breathing in her wonderful, warm scent. She nuzzled further into his embrace, and he traced the outline of her face purposefully with his long, slender fingers, before tilting her chin up to look at him. They gazed at one another for a long time, taking each other in, before Seymour blinked slowly and grazed her lips with his thumb.

 

 

“I love you, Lady Yuna.”

 

 

Those were the words she'd been dying to hear, and her heart nearly burst with joy when he finally said them. Their mouths met in a sweet, tender kiss and Yuna felt herself blushing slightly at her inexperience. Her first real kiss.

 

 

The sound of distant talking made her pull away, and suddenly a bright light invaded her eyes. Night turned to day, and gone was Seymour, replaced instead by Tidus. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes and tried hard not sulk as the dream began to ebb away into the past. Her lips were tingling a little, and she subconsciously ran a finger over them, wondering if the dream would ever become reality.

 

 

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A/N: -Groans- Yay! W00t! Finally the dream sequence is over! Yes, the characters were terribly OoC, but it's a dream, and virtually anything can happen in dreams, including cotton candy fluff between Seymour and Yuna. Especially since it's Yuna's dream and she's madly in love with him. Besides, she strikes me as being the hopelessly romantic type… Anyhow, I promise there will be no more whacked-out dreams (Well, not in the near future at least) so you can sleep easy for a while.

 

 

Keep on R&R-ing, `cos you're doing a wonderful job of keeping me focused.