Pink Friday on Gaia: 2. Shera
Aug. 24th, 2012 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
primum_mobileA/N: Dedicated to the lady engineers and scientists in my life, particularly the ones that had to put parts of their life on hold just to get by. Particularly to crankyoldman who is my Shera when it's Girl's Night.
And it’s still fuck the media:
They ridiculed you, never believed in you.
They just deaded you, left you in all black.
Shera set down the phone receiver with a careful, silent movement. Her mind was whirling. This plan... bringing a dead woman back to life, essentially. And what a woman. Scarlet had told Shera stories when she first started at Shinra, whispers about Dr. Crescent, the trailblazing heroine. While some went on about her torrid love life, or gossiped about what really ended her, amid the muck and name-calling was the fact that would stand: she was a damn fine scientist, with a will like steel and an ambition as bright as stars.
Or... had been. Once.
You got your fans waiting--tell me you ain't 6 feet under.
Tell me that you're coming back, that you just took a break.
A bit like Shera herself. The sidelined career had been worth it. Her integrity was worth more than that. Especially considering how ShinRa had ended, the insular quiet life Rocket Town provided had vindicated her actions. Besides, Cid still got his space run. And she... it had taken a while to really adjust. But once things settled this last time, Shera had discovered a new and warm love in teaching. The children of former ShinRa engineers and local farmers were her pupils, with minds rife for building.
Maybe I blamed you for everything: that was my mistake
In hindsight, I loved your rawness and I loved your edge.
Education and support--true, healthy genuine human support--were Shera’s deepest values when it came down to it. Not only that, but making it available to all. They had so few opportunities out here compared to what was left of the big cities, but she refuse to be stopped by that. Not daunted for a second. “Her” kids had the finest educations money couldn’t buy. They really learned, developed critical thought and analytical reasoning balanced with an understanding of discerning what was truly important in life.
You never switched it up: you played that same part.
But I needed to grow, and I needed to know.
There's some things inside of me that I needed to show.
Shera smiled as she thumbed through a lesson plan. Now was one of those times to examine importance. And as much as she would like to stay the hell out, this endeavor called to her. Raising the feminine ghosts of ShinRa from crystal, breathing life into a legend, and, even better finally meeting the woman behind all the stories.
Not to mention a planet to save.
“Cid?” She called out, knowing her voice would fall quiet before it reached his workshop. With a sigh, she rose, back to being a woman on a mission. Back to her roots, back to where it all began. It felt like rebooting a story--like editing a draft into a polished product. Yes, this wasn’t for the planet. Or for the mysterious Lucrecia. Shera was doing this for herself.
I’m holding you, holding you, holding you to that.
crankyoldman who is my Shera when it's Girl's Night.And it’s still fuck the media:
They ridiculed you, never believed in you.
They just deaded you, left you in all black.
Shera set down the phone receiver with a careful, silent movement. Her mind was whirling. This plan... bringing a dead woman back to life, essentially. And what a woman. Scarlet had told Shera stories when she first started at Shinra, whispers about Dr. Crescent, the trailblazing heroine. While some went on about her torrid love life, or gossiped about what really ended her, amid the muck and name-calling was the fact that would stand: she was a damn fine scientist, with a will like steel and an ambition as bright as stars.
Or... had been. Once.
You got your fans waiting--tell me you ain't 6 feet under.
Tell me that you're coming back, that you just took a break.
A bit like Shera herself. The sidelined career had been worth it. Her integrity was worth more than that. Especially considering how ShinRa had ended, the insular quiet life Rocket Town provided had vindicated her actions. Besides, Cid still got his space run. And she... it had taken a while to really adjust. But once things settled this last time, Shera had discovered a new and warm love in teaching. The children of former ShinRa engineers and local farmers were her pupils, with minds rife for building.
Maybe I blamed you for everything: that was my mistake
In hindsight, I loved your rawness and I loved your edge.
Education and support--true, healthy genuine human support--were Shera’s deepest values when it came down to it. Not only that, but making it available to all. They had so few opportunities out here compared to what was left of the big cities, but she refuse to be stopped by that. Not daunted for a second. “Her” kids had the finest educations money couldn’t buy. They really learned, developed critical thought and analytical reasoning balanced with an understanding of discerning what was truly important in life.
You never switched it up: you played that same part.
But I needed to grow, and I needed to know.
There's some things inside of me that I needed to show.
Shera smiled as she thumbed through a lesson plan. Now was one of those times to examine importance. And as much as she would like to stay the hell out, this endeavor called to her. Raising the feminine ghosts of ShinRa from crystal, breathing life into a legend, and, even better finally meeting the woman behind all the stories.
Not to mention a planet to save.
“Cid?” She called out, knowing her voice would fall quiet before it reached his workshop. With a sigh, she rose, back to being a woman on a mission. Back to her roots, back to where it all began. It felt like rebooting a story--like editing a draft into a polished product. Yes, this wasn’t for the planet. Or for the mysterious Lucrecia. Shera was doing this for herself.
I’m holding you, holding you, holding you to that.
