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Post by Serah Farron on Jun 1, 2024 19:39:44 GMT -6
Take Our Hands....
All she knew was that something was wrong.
All she knew was that her sister was worried.
“Come on now Caius, up and at em”
Worried she was that he was in serious danger, dying even. Her ring said something was really, really wrong. So of course Serah came, Caius was a good friend of hers after all. She had come fully equipped, ready to fight off anything that might have been bringing him harm.
But… Well, that wasn't what she came upon. Caius was fine, physically that is. Mentally? Emotionally? Anything but. Of course he tried to act as if he was fine. Really she expected nothing less from the man than to try and not put his burdens on others. It was very much like the man she had come to know. Serah of course wasn't having any of that, she knew how to handle men like this after all.
“Right, look we both know either I'm bringing you back, or Claire's going to stomp out here herself and drag you back! So… come on, let's go”
Stubborn hero that he was it took some doing, but the man would relenet. As they went, Serah couldn't help but observe. He was a mess, whatever happened while he was gone it was enough of an emotional whiplash to alert Claire’s ring. She didn't know what happened to Caius, she didn't know if it was her place to pry, least of all before they were back with Claire at the cabin.
Well, she could at least offer comfort right?
“We're here for you, you know? Claire and me, no matter what's wrong… were going to help you get through it Caius, we’ll be by your side all the way”
She offered a warm smile to accompany her words. He was going through much, that was clear. Serah wanted to help, she truly did. She didn't like seeing Caius like this, in this clearly marred state. Soon they would be back at the Cabin, and soon Claire would find her way there as well. Serah was sure, given how worried she was, it would be in no time after they got there, if she wasn't there when they arrived!
She would do her best to support the man along the way, whether by words or supporting his travel. Eventually they would make it back to the cabin, the place she and Caius first met under… not the best Introductions. Now though it was a place to give comfort. Serah would do her best to offer a warm hand, offer him a spot to sit .. something to drink… and of course she maintained a smile of warmth to help soothe her friend.
“She'll be here any second, heh… you should have heard her! ‘I'M COMING RIGHT NOW, GET HIM THERE NOW!’ yep… if I had to guess she'll be right any… oh there she is, sis he's over here!”
She’d wave towards the door-welcoming in her likely frantic sister.
Yeah, they’d see Caius through this, without fail.
Post by Claire Farron on Jun 25, 2024 4:31:23 GMT -6
"Unguarded Future"
This is a Fantasy, based on Reality.
At times, one could see Torrensten's Mood rings as a fun gimmick, made to appeal to young and old couples courting. Yet many would tell you, they work exactly as advertised. When Claire looked at her ring, the colour that it glowed, indicated something was wrong. A sense of distress that she felt intimately, sprung her into action. Which is to say, she pleaded with Serah to help her. Why? For a time, her condition was all over the place. Memories bled into one another, she felt tired at times, disassociated infrequently, and was just not in any sort of fighting condition. Sure, she was well enough to do simple tasks independently. Her tenacity (read: stubbornness) would see to that but whatever initial power she felt, waxed for a time, then waned until she felt as she did in the aftermath of the now legendary battle with Bhunivelze. Normal, there was no power inside her that she could detect. Worse, she was losing against Eve and try as she might to keep a brave face, the feeling that bothered her, was nostalgic. This was how she felt moments before the time to release Serah's heart and soul.
Back at the Cabin, as it was safest here than going into their residence in Provo proper, she felt more memories that didn't belong. They didn't belong to Clarissa though, these were...her twin's memories. It was why she felt some sort of merger must have happened. Glimpses of memories from before had come though and it wasn't pleasant last time. This time, they were more peaceful, for they portrayed Light, resting here after the harrowing battle with the Parasite Eve. A reluctance to part with her gunblade, "Invoke my name..." she found herself musing fondly. Mog was there in the worse case scenario, he was here now in a similar worse case scenario. Leaving the Younger Claire out on adventures. The vacation was great but she was a student. Watching her, was like seeing time rewound, without the added burden on her shoulders.
"We can't rewrite the past..." Claire continued to muse.
Even so, the times that she could attribute to herself, here in Zephon at least; were precious. As if she'd glimpsed another side of her life, another story; waiting to be told. No, it was a story that was coming upon a thrilling climax. Like a train pulling in to the next station, so what would await her? This time at least, as Mog gently tugged on her hand, she'd open the door of the cabin to greet Serah and Caius. She caught the tail end of what Serah said, rushing over to meet them just outside the entrance. With a scrutinizing gaze, she assessed Caius' physical condition from head to toe. Only when she was satisfied that he wasn't in any physical pain, did she hug him tightly.
"It's going to be alright, I'm here." For how long she was there, none could say.
"We got here as fast as...well lightning, kupo. Let's get Caius inside for now, kupo." Mog floated about frantically, this was playing out just like it had for Light before. Did this mean Caius would turn into a teenager?! A...harrowing thought, kupo.
Mog led the way back inside, his words momentarily halted some anxious thoughts. "You should start from the beginning, Caius. What happened, exactly?" she'd try not to squeeze too tightly, before reluctantly letting him go. Otherwise, they'd never get inside right? Claire would let Serah help him do that so that she could have one last glance outside. Even now, her senses were quite sharp. For she felt as if they'd have company.
Little did Claire know how right she was before she closed the door. Her other self was on the way, so much for school.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Jun 25, 2024 13:44:44 GMT -6
Caius Lucis Caelum
Caius’ face had barely even dried of tears when Serah had found him. Sure, he had managed to settle down enough to have a proper conversation with Noctis about everything. No screaming at each other, or any arguments. Just a conversation, and Caius was grateful that Noctis had been understanding enough to see the state he was in. But it didn’t make any better what had happened. He retained his loyalty to Noctis, sure, but his faith in the Lucian Kings, the gods…
How did he recover from that? It still felt like a knife had been shoved into his ribs, and even after leaving Cindy’s home in Provo, he found himself wobbling and swaying in his steps. Noctis had done his best, but Caius was hurting. Mentally, he hurt more than he had in a very, very long time. Maybe even worse, considering he’d had to relive that long-ago time as well. His wounds from a decade past had been reopened fresh, and now with the sting of betrayal on top of it? Might as well have rubbed salt on them.
He didn’t know where he was going. Back to the clinic? No, Yuna would know something was wrong and interrogate him. He wasn’t willing to let himself fall apart in front of Yuna. He should find a room, go to sleep. Sleep… All of this off, and hope to feel better in the morning. He barely knew where he was, but he tried to focus enough to try and find an inn. Instead, however, he would be held up by Serah. He had tried to insist he was fine, but it was pretty clear that he wasn’t. He wasn’t able to speak well, and everything he tried to say came out rambley. She did her best to comfort him as she led him outside the city to the cabin, but he couldn’t hear a lot of it. He was too stuck in his own thoughts.
But when he saw Lumina, he especially didn’t know what to do. His posture was hunched, his eyes looked ragged and he likely looked as rough as he felt. Physically, he was fine. But something had snapped deep inside, and he didn’t know how to manage it. He just… Stood there, not able to look at her properly, until she suddenly hugged him tightly. She had known, somehow, that something was wrong. After a few moments, he seemed to remember however – the ring on his finger. Just what exactly had his beloved seen? He hadn’t meant to cause her to panic, and yet…
While Caius was nervous in regards to touch, as she held on tight he found he didn’t care anymore.
And it all just…
Let out.
Caius wrapped an arm around her shoulders, buried his face and her neck and let the tears fall, sobbing openly. This was never something he had ever wanted to do around her, not when his Lumey was in a far worse situation than him. But in her embrace, where he knew he was safe, he couldn’t hold it anymore. All that grief, all that hurt and pain, all flowed as he weeped against her in the most vulnerable state he had ever been in his life. After she let go, he did his best to wipe his face and pretend it didn’t happen, but he couldn’t take it back now.
He was led inside and asked to state what happened. He… Didn’t quite know where to start.
“I… Went to see His Highness, to talk about our ongoing issue. We used the Ring of the Lucii to see Lucis’ Kings of Yore, to ask for their aid.”
A hateful glint shone in his eyes, and he stood up a bit straighter as he looked away with a short glare at the thought. “Told us to take a hike, the bastards, said they wouldn't help the both of us, just the King. Some good they are, when the whole reason the Ring exists is to deal with the starscourge. But…”
He took a deep breath, not sure, again, where to begin on all of this.
“I’m… A Lucis Caelum, they told me. Caius Lucis Caelum. Not that it mattered to the Kings as they still proclaimed me unworthy and all that, but... My mom was part of the Lucian royal bloodline, yet… I grew up on a farm far away from the Crown City and its protection. It made no sense, and that’s… Well.”
He pointed to his head. “Sometimes when we come to this world, we lose memories. Sometimes they come back. And… That triggered some lost memories of my own. The reason I lived on that farm is because of the True King prophecy, the one I’ve championed for years. Where the Chosen King, Noctis, will save the world from the scourge. But the prophecy… It said he would be the last King, the last of the Lucian line. Which my uncle, the King, interpreted to mean that for us to live…”
He held a hand over his face, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep from crying again.
“... We had to disappear. Live as exiles, out of sight, away from the main players of the prophecy. Far as the gods and kings were concerned, we were just excess, not supposed to be there. My entire life was written out for me before I was even born. And then the treaty happened, and the King called his crownsguard to the Crown City. Any who survived the events of the battle that followed, wouldn’t have known we were even still alive. And then the darkness came, and… So did the hired bandits.”
Caius didn’t know how to feel. Hate, or hurt? Was he depressed and agonized beyond belief, or at threat to be consumed by his anger and rage? He was somewhere in-between, and he felt like he could fall off the scale and hit either one full tilt at any point.
“Then came a memory I repressed. Painfully. The most pain I’ve ever felt, it was like my head was being carved open. And then I saw it – my family dying, slowly and painfully. No matter how much we called for help, nobody came.”
Caius felt his eyes welling up again and he took another breath, holding his arms up to try to wipe his face before he could turn into a fountain again. But it was hard to talk about. Hard to manage, hard to take… “Our home was razed, my mother, father and little sister burned to death. After months and months of making our pain slow, agonizing, humiliating, they made their actual deaths just the same. I only escaped because my brother sacrificed themselves for me, and I could hear their screams no matter how far I got until there was just… Nothing.”
He gritted his teeth as he forcibly wiped his face again. “All those years I spent alone, unable to trust people, barely scraping by with my life just to afford enough food to survive another day. All of that could have been avoided if they had cared enough to even send someone, anyone, to look out for my family. But nobody came, all because of this… Stupid prophecy, made by stupid gods who could have taken care of the problem they made the prophecy for themselves. They decided there could only be one, and by doing so, doomed my family to that horrible, painful death. And they…” he hissed in a whisper as hands clenched into fists. “The very royal family I served, helped fulfill that prophecy, and DIED for… Is one I’m not only a part of, but is the one that wasn’t there to help my parents, or my siblings, when we needed them most. All I was, was…”
Caius seethed as he looked away, not wanting them to see him cry again, or the hurt and anger in his face. Why had he been forced to relive all of that all over again, like it had happened yesterday? Why couldn’t it have stayed forgotten? Why did, after all these years, the kings and gods have to put that knife in his heart all over again?
“... Just something that had to disappear. In this prophecy, in the Lucis that the gods and kings envisioned… I had no place in it. Not chosen by the crystal, not chosen by the gods or kings, not even worthy to be aided against the blight. And the gods and their prophecy got what they bloody well wanted in the end, since I died and wound up here anyway.”
