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Okay, this was developed because I had a mental image that wouldn't go away. It was part self-answer to my prompt I gave out for yaoi-challenge. Mostly that insane/evil!Sephiroth needed love to.
I'll write the fic that leads to this eventually, I swear I will.
Title: Ravens
Author: GW Katrina aka![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
icedark_elf
Fandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy Seven/ Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud
Summary: Stories are useful when people listen. Especially stories about immortal things that rule the world.
Notes: Set way in the future, AU from the time in Hojo's labs. I will write the fic that makes this all make sense. Whole story inspired by one mental image. What image, I'll say at the end, since it would ruin the value of it in the story if I say it here.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but they are too shiny to not play with.
Ravens
Nobody knows if they are men, or if they are gods, or if they are something that has not been heard of. Their eyes burn with fire, eyes that actually shine in the dark, so the rumors say. Legend says that, one upon a time, there were a whole group of people whose eyes were like stars in the night, but if there were, they are gone.
There are three of them. One of them is obviously the leader. He is the one who is always smiling slightly when people are brought before them. Silver hair flows down his back, almost reaching the floor. Not white, like one who is old, or who has had some sickness strip them of their color, but true silver, metallic and shimmering in the light. His unnatural green eyes are like a cat’s, thin slits for pupils and completely inhuman. The other two bow to his will, and it is obvious that they are his bedmates as well by the way they act, the way they touch, the way they obey.
The second has dark hair that falls to his waist. The shorter parts spike upward and his eyes are a vibrant violet color. Nobody is born now with eyes that shade. This is the one to be most wary of. For he seems to be the kindest, the one most likely to show concern and care for those brought to them. Do not believe that. He is the trickster, the liar. A single word from the silver haired one, and he will switch instantly from nice man to the one whose blade is slick with your blood, the blood of your children. Beware his smile, for it is full of lies.
The third has hair that is even spikier than the second’s, bright as the sun in summer. He looks at you with two eyes, one bright, brilliant blue, the other the same inhuman cat eye that the first has. Legend says that is how they are tied together, that whatever the blond sees, the first man does as well. He is the silent one, the one who watches. Do not let his slim form and smaller height fool you. He is their blade, the one who slips through the shadows and leaves a family or a town dead, with only a black feather to let those who find them know that they were killed by the three.
They are Odin and his ravens. They are the wisest god with Huginn and Muninn. Fear the black feathers, for it means the ravens have been sent hunting, and they bring back all news. That they will slaughter those who grow too defiant of the god.
They have ruled our world for more years than any human have lived, and they continue to be more than any attacker can stand.
Lead your rebellion, child. But lead it else where. I will not have you bring down raven wrath upon our home. Go, and I pray your death is painless. Pray Huginn comes for you, for he is a kinder killer, too thoughtful to torture. Muninn’s mixed eyes speak of pain that he is forced to always remember, for he is memory, and he will force others to remember it with him.
And hope that Odin himself never notices you, for your fate will not be one for any to talk about.
Go, and I hope you live long enough to realize your folly. I doubt it, though.
Odin and his Ravens know all, eventually.
End
This whole strange little fic was because I had the mental image of Cloud with one blue eye, one eye like Sephiroth's. Yes, there is a reason, one I will explain in another fic.
Fanart created byforgottenlover from a comment I dumped on her three days ago when I first came up with the image of Cloud. Fanart before the fic was written. How odd is that?
More fanart, this time byrokeon. It's the shiny. *pets it happily*
I'll write the fic that leads to this eventually, I swear I will.
Title: Ravens
Author: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfFandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy Seven/ Sephiroth/Zack/Cloud
Summary: Stories are useful when people listen. Especially stories about immortal things that rule the world.
Notes: Set way in the future, AU from the time in Hojo's labs. I will write the fic that makes this all make sense. Whole story inspired by one mental image. What image, I'll say at the end, since it would ruin the value of it in the story if I say it here.
Disclaimer: Not mine, but they are too shiny to not play with.
Nobody knows if they are men, or if they are gods, or if they are something that has not been heard of. Their eyes burn with fire, eyes that actually shine in the dark, so the rumors say. Legend says that, one upon a time, there were a whole group of people whose eyes were like stars in the night, but if there were, they are gone.
There are three of them. One of them is obviously the leader. He is the one who is always smiling slightly when people are brought before them. Silver hair flows down his back, almost reaching the floor. Not white, like one who is old, or who has had some sickness strip them of their color, but true silver, metallic and shimmering in the light. His unnatural green eyes are like a cat’s, thin slits for pupils and completely inhuman. The other two bow to his will, and it is obvious that they are his bedmates as well by the way they act, the way they touch, the way they obey.
The second has dark hair that falls to his waist. The shorter parts spike upward and his eyes are a vibrant violet color. Nobody is born now with eyes that shade. This is the one to be most wary of. For he seems to be the kindest, the one most likely to show concern and care for those brought to them. Do not believe that. He is the trickster, the liar. A single word from the silver haired one, and he will switch instantly from nice man to the one whose blade is slick with your blood, the blood of your children. Beware his smile, for it is full of lies.
The third has hair that is even spikier than the second’s, bright as the sun in summer. He looks at you with two eyes, one bright, brilliant blue, the other the same inhuman cat eye that the first has. Legend says that is how they are tied together, that whatever the blond sees, the first man does as well. He is the silent one, the one who watches. Do not let his slim form and smaller height fool you. He is their blade, the one who slips through the shadows and leaves a family or a town dead, with only a black feather to let those who find them know that they were killed by the three.
They are Odin and his ravens. They are the wisest god with Huginn and Muninn. Fear the black feathers, for it means the ravens have been sent hunting, and they bring back all news. That they will slaughter those who grow too defiant of the god.
They have ruled our world for more years than any human have lived, and they continue to be more than any attacker can stand.
Lead your rebellion, child. But lead it else where. I will not have you bring down raven wrath upon our home. Go, and I pray your death is painless. Pray Huginn comes for you, for he is a kinder killer, too thoughtful to torture. Muninn’s mixed eyes speak of pain that he is forced to always remember, for he is memory, and he will force others to remember it with him.
And hope that Odin himself never notices you, for your fate will not be one for any to talk about.
Go, and I hope you live long enough to realize your folly. I doubt it, though.
Odin and his Ravens know all, eventually.
This whole strange little fic was because I had the mental image of Cloud with one blue eye, one eye like Sephiroth's. Yes, there is a reason, one I will explain in another fic.
Fanart created by
forgottenlover from a comment I dumped on her three days ago when I first came up with the image of Cloud. Fanart before the fic was written. How odd is that?More fanart, this time by
rokeon. It's the shiny. *pets it happily*![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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