I need a Jyscal/Anima prompt. Please.
It felt like everything in her body was shaking. Her hands, her knees, her stomach. Even her heart was beating so fast it felt as if it was going to break out of her chest and go flying off into the distance. It felt like she was going to break into tiny pieces at the slightest touch. It wasn’t happiness she felt that was causing this, no, anxiety, worry and shock had sent her into the frenzy. No matter what she did, she could not calm down. She had been jittery since Jyscal had broken the news to her.
How had it come to this? It had seemed like such a pleasant idea when they had gotten married. The union of Guado and Human had meant to unify Spira that little bit more against Sin. It was supposed to bring happiness and just a degree of hope in an otherwise dark and cynical world. But now all that felt like it had crumbled. Like she had touched a perfect cast of something made of dust that had now crumbled into nothing. A nervous hand ran through her hair, pushing the tendrils back for a few seconds before they swung back down in front of her face again. Her elbow now resting on the dresser in front of her, one hand on the side of her face as she stared back into the worried reflection of her mirror.
She had tried to keep her calm in front of Seymour when she had explained to it. But she knew that every movement she had made was unnatural. She knew he knew something wasn’t up with her. He knew this wasn’t a joke. She had insisted that she be the one to tell him and not his father. At first she had been angry, she had protested. She had tried to defend her son at the very least. At least let him stay, just send her away. Back to Macalania. Back to Bevelle. There was no need to send him too. He was just a child, what damage could he do? He, at least, looked like a Guado. But no. No matter how much she pushed and prodded and argued and justified, her stubborn husband hadn’t moved on his decision.
And then she had just deflated.
Her feelings were mixed. What had happened to man that she’d fallen in love with? The kind, sweet man, who had brought her flowers that only seemed to grow in Guadosalam? The man who whispered sweet, confidence inducing words into her ears throughout the years. She knew he was still there somewhere, but he’d just gotten masked by the Maester that now protruded. A knock on the door came and then the door creaked open and Anima nearly jumped out of her own skin. The arm dropped from her face onto the flat surface as she turned around, expecting one of the maids or Tromell to come through the door.
But she wasn’t expecting Jyscal to peak round instead.
“My dear..” Her eyes dropped to the floor and she turned back round the mirror, bringing her other arm to rest on cool surface. Her eyes didn’t life from the wooden top either. “I know you’re not happy about this, but it’s for the greater good.” Her lips pressed together. There was still a tiny flame within her chest that wanted to argue back. To argue that they had thought their marriage was for the greater good, but now she was being cast out like a soiled rag. Instead her eyes started watering. “Anima…” She could tell by the tone of his voice that he wanted her to turn around. But she couldn’t one look at him in her current state and she might just break. “No matter what you go, you will always be in my heart.”
Oh. A lump formed in her throat. Her lips opened. No words came out, so she tried again. She closed her mouth, licked her lips and opened them again. “I love you. I will always love you.” Her voice wavered and warbled and she was staring intently on the wood. Trying to make out the lines that covered it. “Right now, I wish that I didn’t.” Her teeth gritted together and she took a deep breath to calm herself down. Her heart hurt. It ached. It felt like it weighed more than her entire being and she wanted to tear it out and throw it at him. He had captured her heart and wouldn’t give it back. She felt like a lovesick teenager. Her fists clenched. “But I can’t help it. I can’t help but love you with every fibre of my being.”
She hadn’t realised that the reason she couldn’t see the table was because the tears were already streaming down her face.