The Kindness of Strangers (For Saharasnow)

[auronlu]

Hey, folks. Do you remember saharasnow? She used to write some of the best aulu fanfic. It was a delight to watch her increasing mastery of English (she's in Japan Singapore) as she churned out moody, dreamy vignettes. She was a fair artist, icon-maker (see this entry's userpic), and enjoys gothy cosplay, photoshoots, dolls.

She's had a rough couple years with her foot shattering and failing to heal properly, job hell and general troubles. She just passed a birthday alone and sad, feeling like the world doesn't know she exists.

I haven't said anything, because I didn't know what to say.
But I wanna say, do something. Help someone who hurts.

We can't help her with RL crap. But maybe we can bring a little cheer to a gifted and beautiful person.
"It's worth trying," as Braska said.

So, I invite folks on my Flist to:
--Browse saharasnow's LJ for photos, Final Fantasy fanfic, icons, and/or dolls and leave a comment.
--Reply here with a comment, beautiful image, icons, LOLcats, link to a funny video, drabble (she likes X, X-2, VI), or whatever you feel like in replies to this post.
--More fanfic posted here on Ficwad (most of the fic on her LJ is flist locked).

After a day or so I'll unlock this post so she can see it, and point her here.

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Drabble for Saharasnow

[auronlu.livejournal.com]

ETA: At first all I could think of to share was a few entertaining "WTF?!" videos of people confusing the heck out of bystanders (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EYAUazLI9k) and taking their clothes off in public (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9La40WwO-lU&feature=channel), but I was thinking about the name "Saharasnow," and this drabble came to me.

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Saharasnow (Aulu)

Bikanel's sands were blazing beyond the metal roof, and shade was not much defense.

Lulu had filled Auron's jug twice with icewater today, willing survival. Their clothes were drenched in sweat. They lay side by side, waiting for nightfall. As always, they wasted no words.

No platitudes could promise they would find the others, find Yuna.

Failure was always an option, as they knew too well.

She had walked until the sun claimed her, until she had fallen and rolled to the foot of a dune, until the warrior who never stopped walking had carried her ten more paces before collapsing himself under a sand-pitted metal lean-to.

Auron woke minutes or hours later (had he actually slept?) to feel tiny cold drops on his face, his bare arm where he had flung his coat aside.

Hands clenched in her lap, the pale sorceress sat beside him with head bowed, hair hanging across her face. (Did she ever weep?)

The falling snow that rained around them in a gentle shower was already melting when it reached their skin.

But it was defiance. The defiance that kept the dead among the living.

Auron sat, stood, held out his hand, the one he usually kept tucked in his coat.

"Let's go."