The name jarred her, would have usually been enough to jar her right out of any chance at memories under normal circumstances. She knew Sephiroth. He'd been the one that Cloud had saved her from, in the shattered worlds that had come before this one. That was a very clear memory. Except -
Except something about Cloud's voice, the way he met her eyes and the look in that blue - it was enough to keep her attention, to keep her listening completely to what he was saying. A night... a well under the stars... For the first time, it was more than a tug, a hollow echo in an empty chamber inside her. A night under the stars... did you imagine the sky? no. You remembered it She shut her eyes because - she could almost see it, almost feel something rough under her legs, night air on her face, almost -
She felt his smile, missed seeing something that precious but she heard it in his voice all the same and her own lips curved in automatic answer but what he said - mentally she strained after it, like a song heard from a passing vehicle, a melody down an alleyway, something important and precious and played over and over inside her until it was a familiar groove down through the very core of her.
promise me! in a bind - comebacktome, don'tforgetme, rememberme. Save me.
"...like a hero, charging in to save the girl..."
Her eyes opened, startled, surprised. She'd never remembered anything. He'd said his name and it had been as close as she'd come before, whispers somewhere in the back of her mind - but. Stars. She remembered stars. And a longing so bad it had burned her. And - hope. Belief. Trust. There was nothing sharp about the memory, it wavered like a reflection in the water but - she recognized it. Knew it was hers.
"My hero will come and rescue me..." it came out of her in surprise. She'd forgotten. How had she forgotten that? A little wondering, she looked up at him, a tiny piece of herself back in place, like a fixed star. "You were my hero. All along, it was you, wasn't it?"
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Except something about Cloud's voice, the way he met her eyes and the look in that blue - it was enough to keep her attention, to keep her listening completely to what he was saying. A night... a well under the stars... For the first time, it was more than a tug, a hollow echo in an empty chamber inside her. A night under the stars... did you imagine the sky? no. You remembered it She shut her eyes because - she could almost see it, almost feel something rough under her legs, night air on her face, almost -
She felt his smile, missed seeing something that precious but she heard it in his voice all the same and her own lips curved in automatic answer but what he said - mentally she strained after it, like a song heard from a passing vehicle, a melody down an alleyway, something important and precious and played over and over inside her until it was a familiar groove down through the very core of her.
promise me! in a bind - comebacktome, don'tforgetme, rememberme. Save me.
"...like a hero, charging in to save the girl..."
Her eyes opened, startled, surprised. She'd never remembered anything. He'd said his name and it had been as close as she'd come before, whispers somewhere in the back of her mind - but. Stars. She remembered stars. And a longing so bad it had burned her. And - hope. Belief. Trust. There was nothing sharp about the memory, it wavered like a reflection in the water but - she recognized it. Knew it was hers.
"My hero will come and rescue me..." it came out of her in surprise. She'd forgotten. How had she forgotten that? A little wondering, she looked up at him, a tiny piece of herself back in place, like a fixed star. "You were my hero. All along, it was you, wasn't it?"