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ext_292259 ([identity profile] freijya.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] moogle_workshop2011-03-11 05:25 pm

Ghost of A Good Thing

Username: freijya
Team: Monk
Fandom: Final Fantasy IX
Title: Ghost of a Good Thing
Rating: PG
Word Count: 561
Note: For [livejournal.com profile] haryan at Fic Prompt Party over at [livejournal.com profile] ff_minigames ; prompt was Freya/Fratley


It would have been a lie to say she hadn’t dreamed of the moment. The moment when she found Fratley, or Fratley found her, or Fratley came home. Seven years of her life had been spent yearning for the moment, waiting with tapping fingers and dwindling impatience. It was impossible to not have imagined how it would play out. Mostly, though, she tried not to think about it. Dreaming seemed to hurt the longer time passed.

At first, when he had just left and she was still hopeful, she had imagined his return as something dramatic. Perhaps she would be fighting an Ironite on a mountain side and just before she was struck down, Fratley would appear like a sudden thunderstorm and tear the sky asunder. It didn’t matter that Freya was hardly going to lose to an Ironite, or that she would never need to be rescued. Fratley had a way of making her more and less than what she was, made her dream in what-if’s and what-could-be’s. She dreamt of hunting on the Burmecian Plains just the two of them with nothing but the armor on their backs. She dreamt of how the wind would whistle at the cut of their blades.

But a year later, reality found her only with an empty plain and a biting chill. The glamour of being alone had faded, her armor cold and her spear heavy. The mountains surrounding Burmecia, once majestic and blue in her sight, became a jagged cage closing in. She would never get out. He would never get in.

The King tried to persuade her to stay. Standing under a stone balcony, his hand clutched in his robe, he asked, “Why must you leave too? Leave a kingdom that needs you?”

Freya stood under the downpour of the storm, feeling the trickle of droplets in her ear. Thunder rumbled deep in the distance and she felt it echo within her, hollow. “I cannot stay,” she only said. Because it was too painful to see her small quaint stone house and imagine the life she wasn’t leading. Fratley pulling the curtain of the bedroom window open, a cup of java in his hand. Fratley trying to roast axion on her stove and almost smoking them out, because cooking was the one thing he had never been good at. Her, laughing, as she tried to fix their meal. His smile, small and quiet, as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

It was as much fear as pain that drove her to climb the mountains in the middle of winter. Domesticity, permanence, roots. Things she had never wanted had become more precious than the things she had always desired. What awaited beyond the cliffs, she did not know. But whatever it was could not be more terrifying than slowly eroding in dreams that lead nowhere.

But then Cleyra happened, and Freya realized she had only been fooling herself. After seven years of running after a phantom, she had finally caught up to him...but he was only a shell. Standing in the burning palace of a burning tree, she stared into the eyes of her lover and found only a mirror of those empty plains back home, devoid of everything they had shared.

He had been everything to her. Now, she was nothing to him.

It would have been better to dream.

[identity profile] breyzyyin.livejournal.com 2011-03-12 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Oh wow...this was an absolutely gorgeous and haunting fic. The description in it is amazing, and you captured a lot of emotion too. Freya is very much in-character throughout the whole piece. I haven't read too many fics exploring Freya and Fratley's relationship before, but this was absolutely incredible. Great job! :)

[identity profile] breyzyyin.livejournal.com 2011-03-13 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I know, that couple really is quite cute and touching...but there's definitely a level of angst to it too due to what happens in the game. I thought you captured both of those aspects of their relationship really well! It was a great story, truly. ♥

Haha, I almost didn't make the prompt deadline for them (at the end, I almost regretted volunteering for five because I didn't realize I would ramble so much in them--I maybe needed to have started writing them a bit earlier to avoid stress, lolz), but the Prompt Party was really fun: I haven't written too much recently and it was neat to write about characters and games I like but haven't seen too many stories on as well. And I've been having fun reading all of the great fics others have been posting too! Thank you! :)

ETA: RARGH, I would totally read them except I haven't beaten either of those games. Darn it! When I finish FFVIII (which will hopefully be soon) I'll read them. :(
~That's okay! They'll be here whenever you are able to read them--and hopefully you'll like them then! Good luck with finishing FFVIII soon! ♥
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[personal profile] chacusha 2011-03-14 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
This is gorgeously written! I really love the imagery.

22 points to Team Monk

[identity profile] haryan.livejournal.com 2011-03-19 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Aww.. I love Final Fantasy IX and I have a soft spot for Freya/fratley and this is so well-written and sweeeeet ♥ thankyouthankyou!