Standing in your starlight, you've got the power to ease my mind, you're leading me out of the dark like a savior shining in my soul.
Hugging her knees, Jess stared up at the stars, twinkling above her like diamonds in the sky. They weren’t exactly familiar, not the same stars that she’d viewed all her life, back in the Twelveswood, not here, in the Azim Steppe, so far from home.
Home. A strange concept. What did she call home, exactly? She’d grown up in the southern shroud, in Quarrymill and then Buscarron’s Druthers, where she’d spent the first twenty-five years of her life. Yet… had that been home? It had been where she lived, sure, but she’d never exactly felt an attachment, a longing for it.
No, she’d been all-too-willing to drop everything and leave it all behind in favor of following a complete stranger off somewhere she’d never been. Perhaps a foolish-sounding move, but, thinking about the man who now owned her heart… She was nothing but thankful. Thankful that fate had brought them together that evening, thankful that he’d seen something in her, sensed her potential. Thankful that he’d offered his hand, that he’d encouraged her to make something of her life, that he’d helped her in her early days as much as he did.
Thankful that, because of him, she’d accomplished all her wildest dreams.
Go on an adventure, save the world, fall in love. Her life motto, one she’d never had any true aspirations of obtaining… To call her experiences adventures seemed cheap, facing primals and Ascians and Ultima Weapons - well, just the one, really - and saving the world in the process. And falling in love… No, it was more than love. So, so much more…
“A gil for your thoughts?”
She glanced up sharply in surprise at Varrus’ voice, smiling as he settled himself down behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his lap.
“Sorry,” she gave him an apologetic smile, “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
He chuckled. “In a way, I suppose you did. It seems I can’t sleep without you by my side.”
She leaned her head back against his shoulder, relishing in his warmth and his company as she gazed at the stars above.
He truly was, in every sense of the word, her savior.
