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green_animationTitle: The story of the death of the wife of Jecht
Fandom: FFX
Characters: Jecht, Jecht’s wife, brief Auron and Tidus.
Rating: R
Prompt: 77 - Wet
They call her wife of Jecht, as she stands, like a statue of plastic and leather and rubber. And they cry when she weds him, that she steals the heart of the greatest, the beloved. They do not call her name as they call his.
And years after the great mystery of his disappearance has faded the wife of Jecht is not mentioned in tabloids or interviewed in sphere journals, even when the son of Jecht rises almost to his fathers heights.
She walks alone, does not interest the friend of Jecht who watches the child and tastes nothing like Jecht. She walks to the end of the city, crouches down. This water is not as clear as the giant sphere which buoyed up her husband, but it is enough.
She stays there, does not heed Jecht’s son who is pulled away by the man Jecht seems to have sent, when he would not send himself. She eases herself down the dock, feet, knees, thighs, waist, shoulders, neck, face. She does not stop.
She erases herself, bubbles froth towards the surface that glimmers with the shining light that refracts through the water.
They never find the body of Jecht’s wife.
Fandom: FFX
Characters: Jecht, Jecht’s wife, brief Auron and Tidus.
Rating: R
Prompt: 77 - Wet
They call her wife of Jecht, as she stands, like a statue of plastic and leather and rubber. And they cry when she weds him, that she steals the heart of the greatest, the beloved. They do not call her name as they call his.
And years after the great mystery of his disappearance has faded the wife of Jecht is not mentioned in tabloids or interviewed in sphere journals, even when the son of Jecht rises almost to his fathers heights.
She walks alone, does not interest the friend of Jecht who watches the child and tastes nothing like Jecht. She walks to the end of the city, crouches down. This water is not as clear as the giant sphere which buoyed up her husband, but it is enough.
She stays there, does not heed Jecht’s son who is pulled away by the man Jecht seems to have sent, when he would not send himself. She eases herself down the dock, feet, knees, thighs, waist, shoulders, neck, face. She does not stop.
She erases herself, bubbles froth towards the surface that glimmers with the shining light that refracts through the water.
They never find the body of Jecht’s wife.
