[Fic] FFX - "Faith In My Son" (Seymour, Seymour's Mother)
Title: Faith In My Son
Fandom: FFX
Theme: Old wounds
Characters/Pairings: Seymour, Seymour's mother
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Through Zanarkand
Words: 100 even, booyah
Feedback: Crit and any other kind welcome =D
Notes: For the
ff_100 FFX/Old wounds challenge. Have, um. At least two more I wanted to finish for this challenge, but this one came first. Dedicated to
animecrush, her remarkable Seymour fic, More Full of Weeping, and her inspired use of Yeats' "The Stolen Child".
When her son returned and her dreams were not confined in stone and memory, she saw his wounds laid bare and raw.
I died to heal you.
He stood before her: cool, sure, so tall.
She had dreamed here, heard pyreflies echo his whispers as this dank womb nurtured him in her place. Now its dark waters reflected a white lace like old scars.
You never saw their words and stares carved into your skin.
Have my death, my fayth, my faith. Heal the world that it may heal you, my son.
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His mother’s power suffused him, and Seymour smiled.
A/N: I'd been toying with this idea for the entire length of this challenge, and I finally managed to get it down in a way I like. I dislike Seymour a lot as a person, but as a character he is fascinating. This is set when Seymour returns to Baaj Temple to claim the power his mother sought to gift him with her death.
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ff_100, my journal.
Fandom: FFX
Theme: Old wounds
Characters/Pairings: Seymour, Seymour's mother
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Through Zanarkand
Words: 100 even, booyah
Feedback: Crit and any other kind welcome =D
Notes: For the
When her son returned and her dreams were not confined in stone and memory, she saw his wounds laid bare and raw.
I died to heal you.
He stood before her: cool, sure, so tall.
She had dreamed here, heard pyreflies echo his whispers as this dank womb nurtured him in her place. Now its dark waters reflected a white lace like old scars.
You never saw their words and stares carved into your skin.
Have my death, my fayth, my faith. Heal the world that it may heal you, my son.
--
His mother’s power suffused him, and Seymour smiled.
A/N: I'd been toying with this idea for the entire length of this challenge, and I finally managed to get it down in a way I like. I dislike Seymour a lot as a person, but as a character he is fascinating. This is set when Seymour returns to Baaj Temple to claim the power his mother sought to gift him with her death.
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And yo, why don't I ever see you around FFX fandom? XD You seem to like the game, but I haven't seen you around. Maybe I just haven't been paying attention!
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And I'm so glad this one snuck in before the deadline. It's a really excellent and unique employment of the theme. And you used one of the more understated relationships in the game to explore it. I appreciated and enjoyed!
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I'm glad this one snuck in too, because my other one, which was about Lulu and Yuna, suddenly turned from drabble to ficlet. Disqualified. Meanwhile, if I ever finish an Auron/Braska/Jecht anything on time, be sure and watch that one of the Four Horsemen don't ride you down >.>
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