[ it's the sound of children that snaps lucrecia out of her miserable thoughts, a fleeting name that crosses her mind — sephiroth?! no... she had never known him as a child and too many years have passed now. he is dead; vincent told her as much. still, her head lifts as she hastily wipes the tears from her eyes. two children, a boy and a girl — and oh how her heart squeezes painfully to see them — follow a blond-haired man away towards the rooms. she doesn't recognize them — her eyes were closed when they visited her cave — and so she sees no reason to stay, where memories and regrets still plague her. breaths catching in her chest, she resolves to leave the lobby, try to find her way to midgar somehow.
where is that friendly voice when she needs it?
maybe if she can make it outside, she can breathe some fresh air and figure out what to do now. slowly pushing herself to her feet, as much to avoid the other people around her as to make sure her legs are steady enough to carry her, she wraps her arms around herself, her eyes on the floor. no one will recognize her now; it's been too many years and even if a family resemblance exists between herself and sephiroth — it does, the shape of his face and the way his hair framed it, not to mention the shape of his mako-tinged eyes, mirrors her own — no one would recognize him here. she's safe.
right...?
she isn't paying attention, lost again in her own thoughts. in fact, she's so distracted that she doesn't even see the woman turning by the counter and bumps straight into her. unsteady legs threaten to give out as her balance is thrown completely off and lucrecia reaches for the nearest table to keep herself upright. thank goodness her benefactor had the foresight to buy her a pair of pants instead of the skirt she'd worn in the lab back in the day. if she tumbles over in this, it won't be quite as mortifying.
she doesn't... but it's a close thing. ]
I'm so sorry, [ she offers reflexively, a mantra born of her long, lonely confinement. her voice is slowly returning to her but still sounds rusty with disuse. a moment passes, her fingers tightening on the table like a lifeline she desperately wants to cling to before she releases her hold and dips down to pick up the bag. offering it out as she straightens, she finally lifts her head to see who she bumped into.
lucrecia still doesn't recognize her and perhaps that's for the best. it would be far too uncomfortable if someone recognized her. ]
Here. [ voice cracking slightly as she desperately tries to put on a brave face, ignoring the fact that her eyes are rimmed with red from crying and her breaths are still caught painfully in her lungs and throat. she'd spent the last few decades encased in crystal; why is she feeling claustrophobic now? ] I was just stepping outside. I didn't mean to run into you.
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where is that friendly voice when she needs it?
maybe if she can make it outside, she can breathe some fresh air and figure out what to do now. slowly pushing herself to her feet, as much to avoid the other people around her as to make sure her legs are steady enough to carry her, she wraps her arms around herself, her eyes on the floor. no one will recognize her now; it's been too many years and even if a family resemblance exists between herself and sephiroth — it does, the shape of his face and the way his hair framed it, not to mention the shape of his mako-tinged eyes, mirrors her own — no one would recognize him here. she's safe.
right...?
she isn't paying attention, lost again in her own thoughts. in fact, she's so distracted that she doesn't even see the woman turning by the counter and bumps straight into her. unsteady legs threaten to give out as her balance is thrown completely off and lucrecia reaches for the nearest table to keep herself upright. thank goodness her benefactor had the foresight to buy her a pair of pants instead of the skirt she'd worn in the lab back in the day. if she tumbles over in this, it won't be quite as mortifying.
she doesn't... but it's a close thing. ]
I'm so sorry, [ she offers reflexively, a mantra born of her long, lonely confinement. her voice is slowly returning to her but still sounds rusty with disuse. a moment passes, her fingers tightening on the table like a lifeline she desperately wants to cling to before she releases her hold and dips down to pick up the bag. offering it out as she straightens, she finally lifts her head to see who she bumped into.
lucrecia still doesn't recognize her and perhaps that's for the best. it would be far too uncomfortable if someone recognized her. ]
Here. [ voice cracking slightly as she desperately tries to put on a brave face, ignoring the fact that her eyes are rimmed with red from crying and her breaths are still caught painfully in her lungs and throat. she'd spent the last few decades encased in crystal; why is she feeling claustrophobic now? ] I was just stepping outside. I didn't mean to run into you.