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Freya,Amarant: Monochrome by Crispy-Gypsy Freya,Amarant: Monochrome by Crispy-Gypsy
The rain is washing her out.

It is something that Amarant supposes he had noticed early on in his visit, but the realization, the real, true certainty of it, takes days of observation, standing in the shadows watching as she tackles piles of missives and rebuilding work, before it strikes him fully. Freya Crescent has stayed too long in the rain, and it is washing her out.

He stays for almost a month, though he can’t say why—before the war he had never visited Burmecia; he does not like the rain and he never had a reason to go, and after the war he still does not like the rain, and the only reason he comes up with (standing twenty feet from the mouth of Gizamaluke’s Grotto, trying to think of what to tell the rat when he inevitably saw her again) is that he has traveled everywhere else that the world could possibly offer. He does not tell her he is coming, nor does he ever suggest he would want to visit, and so she is surprised when he arrives sopping wet at the gates. She is busy, she tells him, and he could have been more courteous by warning her (to which he snorts—pah, courtesy), but the visit is welcome enough. They are old comrades—friends—and she has missed everyone. There is no inn. He stays with her and Fratley, who still does not remember. The arrangement irritates him only slightly, as he goes out of his way to not talk to the man anyway.

Amarant is not one to feign courtesy.

She did not lie when she said she was busy, and most of his visit she spends much of her time organizing relief and rebuilding efforts around the city, with her amnesiac lover at her side. Amarant helps sometimes, wordlessly. The Burmecians are slow to trust, but he is muscle and help is needed, and so accepted grudgingly, despite Lady Freya’s confidence in him. The town is half-dead and boring. He does it to keep busy.

It is not long before he sees that that is what Freya is doing as well.

They talk every night after dinner, after Fratley has turned in. She would convince him she is happy, and Amarant thinks that maybe she should be. She has her city back and her lover back. Or near enough. She is busy. She is almost always tired. But always she talks about how things are (near enough) the way that they used to be, that slowly things are being revitalized.

Amarant is convinced that near enough is not near enough for her. The rain is washing her out. The rubble heaps of once-Burmecia does not bury her in work. She buries herself, and she burrows deeper into the piles. She does not try to dig herself out. He wonders if she is searching for something that she thinks she is missing, but does not voice his questions because he does not really want to hear the answer.

She speaks in monotone these days. Monotone and Monochrome. The rain has washed her out.

He does not pity her. Amarant Coral is not one to take time out to pity those whose wounds he feels are self-inflicted, and though she is a friend (perhaps one of the very few he would call “friend” in any situation he could conjure), from the shadows he starts to look at her with a vague sense of disgust. The rain is washing her out, slipping deep past slickers, skin and sinew, burying into her bones and eating at her youth and her life and her color, and soon he can see she will be as just like the half-destroyed city she is killing herself to rebuild. Freya Crescent is already falling into a bleakness that is far too much like Burmecia itself for Amarant’s comfort. It feels like he is watching the rat bleed out of a wound she is for some reason trying her damndest to avoid patching. It is frustrating, and vile, and he does not pity her. He knows somehow that she would not want him to anyway.

So he watches as she stumbles through the rain, trying to rebuild her city and her lover to their former glories with her own bare hands, watches with growing disgust as she bleeds out into rainy puddles full of her own self, her own glory. He remembers the person that he had grown to know on airship decks and battlefields, and wonders where all of the life and spitfire had gone. He fears that it has seeped into the ground with the rest of the rain, never to be seen again. He stays for a month. He can’t take much more of it after that.

It is not out of pity that he offers, as he packs and she watches from the doorway, for her to come with him. He does not know what it is, apart from the instinct of a fellow war-veteran to save a dying comrade. Because she is dying. He knows this, and he says so, right there. When she doesn’t answer, he knows it is because she knows it too. She knows it, and knows that she cannot bullshit him, because he wouldn’t let her if she tried.

He does not press it when she continues her silence, and slings his pack, straps on his claws and walks out of the house. People make their own choices. Amarant will save a dying comrade, but he will not stop a suicide. He leaves Burmecia telling himself this, repeats it over and over as he approaches the gate and passes out of it under the gaze of suspicious guards without so much as the sound of her footsteps padding after him. He tells himself this, pressing on, to ignore the sudden flare of anger and something almost like regret prickling in his stomach.

He wonders if he will see her again. He leaves her in the rain.

A break from work. Obsessed with these two again. Will be for some time.

FFIX (c) Square Enix
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SardoniCat Featured By Owner Jan 23, 2015
My favorite characters from FFIX. Both the story and the drawing do them justice. I love it !
Smellclon Featured By Owner May 20, 2014  Student Filmographer
Reading your story, I am very satisfied with this being a legitimate sequal
Smellclon Featured By Owner May 20, 2014  Student Filmographer
I thought I was the only one who harbored secret shipping fantasies about them. Came only recently when i decided to replay the game. they have good chemistry, if not romance then definitely a buddy cop movie style. 
kyphoscoliosis Featured By Owner Mar 6, 2014
All of my feels. You write as well as your works, and it augments the impact of the images themselves.
Lunael Featured By Owner Oct 3, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I quite like the whole "washed out" idea. That was very good. Inspired, even.
SueDio Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2012
wow, its great :love:
you made me think about these two together for the first time, now I'm stuck with it :D
there is way to few good art about FF9, thanks ^^
JohnSegway Featured By Owner Aug 9, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
God damn that is depressing :<
Man Freya needs hugs to the max :u
Really great artowrk and writing, if only they had you for FF13 and onwards :,u
Bae-Li Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2012
Sweet Jesus, something with Amarant and Freya in it that's not a romance.

Miracles do occur.

Love the use of light. :heart:
Bae-Li Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2012
Whoops my bad.
Bae-Li Featured By Owner Apr 28, 2012
Still... very awesome
Robshi Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2012
Awesome pic, and a very interesting story to go with it. I hope something happens to drag Freya out of her rut.
Luke-sama Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2012  Student General Artist
I am currently stuck in the spiral of ff9 also~~ very interesting pairing by the way :D
Mc-Robin Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2012  Hobbyist
i love them, great work
specialsari Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Ah, I loved watching the progress of this on tumblr :) Such great lighting and detail!

And of course I'm so stoked to see more Fremarant art from you dfkjgjk <3
YoshisGhost Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
wow thats great
Alias-Hugo Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
:la: Just beautiful!
CheekyFnPirate Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
This is wonderful, both the story and art! Both compliment each other and the text had a very deep ending, I think.

Also, I am of the belief that FFIX was one of the more underrated and under appreciated Final Fantasy titles. A story so gripping and easy to relate to! It deserves a lot more love than it has.
pikachao-omega Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
You draw Final Fantasy IX (Freya!)
You draw Phoenix Wright
You draw Lackadaisy stuff
and you draw an awesome Zombie comic
It's like you draw all the best stuff ever.
Lawler-Brawler Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2012
FFFFF- YES. I approve.
TriceCeilborn Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I love these two. :heart:
EleganceLiberty Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2012  Hobbyist Digital Artist
This just so makes my day and takes me back to my pre-teen years. LOVED these two, so much.

This picture is just incredible. The expressions, the colors... heck, your art in general makes me smile. =>

Awesome work, as always!
salinea Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2012
You know the oddest apartment mate and I were literally just discussing this game yesterday. Granted I really haven't played many of the other final fantasies all the way fact haven't finished many games since I went to college but man I really really really loved FFIX. Freya was my favorite. Unfortunately my disc got corrupted so I could never even finish the game...basically got to the end of the third disc :(
toraninja21 Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2012
I LOVE THAT GAME. This is beautiful and well written.
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