Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The Fox and the Hound ❯ Yearning ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Luna Rain Glimmer 
An open-verse poem, from Angeal's perspective, on how he would do anything to make Genesis happy, to make him smile.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.10.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 823 | Visits: 159 | Status: Work In Progress
An open-verse poem, from Angeal's perspective, on how he would do anything to make Genesis happy, to make him smile.
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.10.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 823 | Visits: 159 | Status: Work In Progress
The first stand-alone in this drabble collection of Gengeal which feature AU's, CC, pre CC and everything in-between. Some of these are going to be romantic, happy, and utterly sweet. The others will be tragic, not always pleasant, but poignant in their own right. This is a stream of conscious thought Angeal has, Pre-Crisis Core in my own type of open-verse poetry.
Dedicated to CookieCat. I love you, and you made me a better Gengeal writer.
I own nothing.
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Dedicated to CookieCat. I love you, and you made me a better Gengeal writer.
I own nothing.
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"I don't want to live a day without you
I just want to make you happy." ~Secrets in Stereo, Happy
Yearning
If there was one thing I could ever do
Just for you
Only for you
It would be to make you smile.
Not the smile you show the world,
That tense grimace,
That nervous twitch of your lips
That you're obliged to reveal.
There's no light in your eyes when you do that.
This…strained smile of yours.
There's no spark, no fire.
No gleam or glimmer of life
Behind those blue eyes.
If I could
In my silence,
In my words,
In my companionship
I'd make you happy enough
To smile for real;
To smile without motive.
If I could see your face
Looking up at the blue skies
The tumbling clouds in the heavens
Beneath the trees
Looking upon the world in your
Soft, ever-feeling gaze
I'd be pleased.
If you were to
Look at me without
Wanting something petty
Wanting something superficial
I'd be overjoyed.
I want for you to be happy.
I want for you to smile
Toss your hands in the air
And just smile that beautiful smile.
I want for there to be
No ambivalence
No strain
No second-guessing
In your eyes.
"I'll always be with you. I want you to be happy."
You smile, and you laugh.
It sounds like you're choking on nails.
"Happiness…I want it too."
You smile, turn your head, and there's pain everywhere
In your eyes
On your lips
On the shadows of your features.
How could I have missed that you were…unhappy?
Nothing can ever be forced.
With my presence
With my body
With my blood
I make this vow:
Take my honor,
Take my morals,
Take my life-lessons,
Take it all;
It's yours.
If all that I am
My existence,
My ill-composed life,
My emotions, thoughts and feelings
Can make you smile,
Can make you laugh,
Then it's my mission to do it.
"What happened to your smile?"
You turn from the pages of your books
Your words
Your obsessions
And consternation becomes you.
Silence permeates
Silence creates
Words are found.
"I'm just…going through something. I'll get it back."
You set the book down, pat the ground
And urge me to come forward.
"Stay with me?"
How could I not?
The skies are dark
Filled with points of light
Stars, dreams, constellations
You're asleep on my shoulder
Happy, content…and there it is.
There's that smile I looked for.
Are you only happy when you're sleeping?
You're not very heavy;
You never were.
You're no burden to me; you'll never be.
Tapered fingers grip my shoulder
In sleep
In slumber
No; not slumber at all.
"I'm happy with you."
A hushed sigh,
A muffled exhalation.
Batted eyelids, carnet lashes;
Lapis eyes, magical eyes.
And there it is…that smile.
If I'm to be your happiness…it's the best honor there is.
There's no cross to bear,
No cumbrance,
No burdens.
There's only my yearning
For your happiness.
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I just want to make you happy." ~Secrets in Stereo, Happy
Yearning
If there was one thing I could ever do
Just for you
Only for you
It would be to make you smile.
Not the smile you show the world,
That tense grimace,
That nervous twitch of your lips
That you're obliged to reveal.
There's no light in your eyes when you do that.
This…strained smile of yours.
There's no spark, no fire.
No gleam or glimmer of life
Behind those blue eyes.
If I could
In my silence,
In my words,
In my companionship
I'd make you happy enough
To smile for real;
To smile without motive.
If I could see your face
Looking up at the blue skies
The tumbling clouds in the heavens
Beneath the trees
Looking upon the world in your
Soft, ever-feeling gaze
I'd be pleased.
If you were to
Look at me without
Wanting something petty
Wanting something superficial
I'd be overjoyed.
I want for you to be happy.
I want for you to smile
Toss your hands in the air
And just smile that beautiful smile.
I want for there to be
No ambivalence
No strain
No second-guessing
In your eyes.
"I'll always be with you. I want you to be happy."
You smile, and you laugh.
It sounds like you're choking on nails.
"Happiness…I want it too."
You smile, turn your head, and there's pain everywhere
In your eyes
On your lips
On the shadows of your features.
How could I have missed that you were…unhappy?
Nothing can ever be forced.
With my presence
With my body
With my blood
I make this vow:
Take my honor,
Take my morals,
Take my life-lessons,
Take it all;
It's yours.
If all that I am
My existence,
My ill-composed life,
My emotions, thoughts and feelings
Can make you smile,
Can make you laugh,
Then it's my mission to do it.
"What happened to your smile?"
You turn from the pages of your books
Your words
Your obsessions
And consternation becomes you.
Silence permeates
Silence creates
Words are found.
"I'm just…going through something. I'll get it back."
You set the book down, pat the ground
And urge me to come forward.
"Stay with me?"
How could I not?
The skies are dark
Filled with points of light
Stars, dreams, constellations
You're asleep on my shoulder
Happy, content…and there it is.
There's that smile I looked for.
Are you only happy when you're sleeping?
You're not very heavy;
You never were.
You're no burden to me; you'll never be.
Tapered fingers grip my shoulder
In sleep
In slumber
No; not slumber at all.
"I'm happy with you."
A hushed sigh,
A muffled exhalation.
Batted eyelids, carnet lashes;
Lapis eyes, magical eyes.
And there it is…that smile.
If I'm to be your happiness…it's the best honor there is.
There's no cross to bear,
No cumbrance,
No burdens.
There's only my yearning
For your happiness.
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