aria_di_celes: (So far away now)
Celes Chere ([personal profile] aria_di_celes) wrote in [community profile] dizzyspells2012-03-01 08:05 pm

In a world without magic

In the months after Kefka's tower collapsed, the world changed rapidly. Though some of the damage to the land was irreversible,  life began to flourish once again. For the first time in years, the trees budded, flowers grew, and even the sky turned blue. Everything seemed to be heading back to the way things were, though there was something distinctly different about their new world. When Kefka died, so too did magic, and with it, many of the monsters became less aggressive, and some species died out completely. To the average person it wasn't entirely a terrible trade-off, since travel became safer, but still, things were different.

Few felt the difference more than Celes. Unlike most of her friends who learned magic from the shards of Magicite, Celes was genetically modified from a young age. There was hardly a time in her life that she could remember not at least feeling that presence of magic, to be able to call forth fire or ice at a whim. Even now, she could feel the incantations on her tongue, but there was nothing to fuel it. Like a lamp drained of all of it's oil.

For all of the changes in the world, the one place that stayed the same was the mountains of Narshe. Still abandoned since the cataclysm, the frozen peaks saw few visitors. Few, save for the two climbing a long and winding frozen path. Even though it was spring, the mountains were as cold as ever, maybe even colder. Maybe the loss of magic had more of an effect on her than she'd like to admit, but Celes couldn't remember feeling quite this cold before. She'd be the last one to speak up though, so she kept her arms wrapped around her center, trudging forward silently in the snow.
lockpick: (the holy ghost was moving too)

lets not kid ourselves that applies to like, this whole thread

[personal profile] lockpick 2012-04-01 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
How's that for self-sacrificing. No regrets, but that wouldn't stop him from worrying over it. Loving Celes wasn't the same as loving Rachel. He'd realized, deep down, that he ought to stop comparing Celes to her. But it was easier said than done. Sometimes he just couldn't help it. The differences sometimes struck him like a blow to the gut. A harsh reminder of what he'd lost, as unfair as it was to either of them for him to dwell on it like that. As if Celes really was a replacement. As if Rachel ever could be replaced. The similarities were more like a bolt of lightning. Rarer, but shocking in intensity when they came out of the blue. He honestly couldn't say which hurt more.

For now, he huffed a laugh, breath misting out between them, and leaned his forehead onto hers. Reluctant to move overmuch, because yeah, it's cold, even in here, and he was as close to comfortable as he'd be with his shoulder aching and his head spinning (and he's still lacking a shirt, let alone anything warmer than the cloak he's sharing with Celes.) They were going to need to build up the fire again before long, though. Eventually he brought her hand up to press a kiss to her knuckles.

"You're really something, you know that?"
lockpick: (do you?)

doing this on a psp is difficult, but I can't sleep anyway

[personal profile] lockpick 2012-04-03 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
She turned back to the fire, but Locke didn't seem inclined to let her go right away. More wood, huh?

"Time and a place Celes, remember?" he snickered into her ear. Biting cold or bloodloss be damned, he still seemed to be feeling well enough to be a pain in the ass. He'd survive. She did have a point, though. He carefully began to unwind himself from around her. "Does this mean you're done putting me back together?"
lockpick: (I've been here before)

[personal profile] lockpick 2012-04-09 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
"I see your wit hasn't suffered from the loss of your magic," he said, slowly stretching out the injured arm with a bit of a wince. You say that like it was his fault. (It was his fault.) But Locke was always quick to bounce back. She might need to sit on him to be sure he didn't try to bounce too far too quickly.

"Luckily, I already cleared the path for you." By stumbling through it. "A torch oughta keep the critters away."