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Title: Dain af Niohoggr
Author: GW Katrina
Beta: Skeren
Fandom: FFVII: Mercverse
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mercverse for story_arc
Themeset/Prompt: Thirty Set 01: 14-Eyes
Wordcount: 1,229
Ratings: PG-13
Link to Archive Post: Here
Dain af Niohoggr
Chaos was still twitching over the fact that -Hojo- had been there when he saw Zack and Cloud stiffen.
There was a strange flex in the air, and he felt power race over his skin. As it did, he snarled, the sound echoed by Vincent. Both moved, putting their backs to the others, looking around for whatever was causing it.
Zack’s cheeks flushed as he pushed at something, hands up as if he was physically pressing something back. “The wards.....” It was obvious Cloud was trying to do something as well, but he was rather useless with magic. The wards where tied to both Strifes, but Zack was the one who could do the most with them.
With a growl, Zack yanked back, going white. Whatever he had been trying didn’t work, and he almost fell. Vincent reached out and supported him, and as he did, something appeared before them.
She was tall. Taller than most women, and she looked at them with red-violet eyes. Long silver hair floated behind her, power rippling along the strands. The sheer amount of power she held to charge her hair like that was insane. Like wings, her hair spread out as it moved lightly behind her, sparks sliding along silver. And her eyes glowed brightly, moving over each of them.
Beautiful. But it wasn’t something that Chaos was tempted by. She radiated power. Cold, lethal power. His mother times a million. Chaos never expected to find anyone, ever, who had that sort of power.
To have them in the room with him, studying his pack with those cold eyes, made him want to run. Take his pack and flee. Not many inspired that in him, and Chaos really didn’t like the feeling.
The woman looked at them, then smiled as she focused on Sephiroth.
“You are everything your father says.” Her voice was smooth and rich, a sort of ringing undertone to it. It sent more shivers down Chaos’s spine, and the urge to flee strengthened, though now he felt the desire to just throw himself at her feet. From the way the others reacted, they were also being affected by it. Though none of them reacted as much as Sephiroth.
The man stiffened, fingers already twisting to cast a spell if needed. Chaos had worked with him far too much to not recognize it. “I fear that I had to decline my father’s message from you.”
That just got a laugh, high and unnerving. Everything about her was unnerving. “Nobody ever said you had any control over the offer, little one. Though you are not the reason that I am here, I do plan on collecting what is owed me someday soon.”
Once she finished, her eyes flicked to Cloud.
Of the set, Cloud was the calmest. He was staring back at the woman, eyes searching.
“Hello, grandchild.”
Chaos choked.
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So, it wasn’t all idle thoughts and speculations.
“Hello, Grandmother.”
If the others looked any more surprised, he was sure they would fall over. But he could remember bits of his early years. One of the more prominent memories was of his mother brushing his hair. She had been singing to him. What the song was, he had lost a long, long time ago. But she had sang it all the time. In the middle of it, she had stopped, her hand resting on his head. Curling fingers through his hair, which was worn longer then, as was the style, she had smiled at him in reflection.
“So much better to be gold than silver.”
He hadn’t understood then, and for years, he still hadn’t gotten it. Then, when he got older, and began to realize the obsession his mother had with one of the sons of Jenova, he began to look closer.
They had silver hair. One had been killed near where they had lived before his uncle had betrothed his mother to a new husband and they had moved. He had never seen a good picture of the man, but if he had collected what he knew of Loz... Truthfully, Cloud could see a closer resemblance between himself and either of the other two, but his mother would never say who his father was, or where she was during that time she was missing. And only one had been heading towards their home.
“It was Loz, wasn’t it?”
Jenova smiled, hair rippling out again as she nodded. “He was my only child to have an heir. That I’m aware of. Your mother was a lovely woman.” A slightly insane smile. “Your blood is strong to have lived so long.” Another tilt of her head. “Though not strong enough.”
He said nothing, simply looking at the woman who was his grandmother. Hard to believe, in a way. Sephiroth took after her more than Cloud did. Though Cloud had always favored his mother, small boned, gold hair, unusually bright blue eyes, more than his mysterious, unknown father. Though now the man wasn’t such an unknown. Now it was confirmed that he, Cloud, was as unnatural as he had been declared more than once over the years.
A faint touch to the small of his back, and he took his eyes off Jenova enough to glance sideways. There was Zack, who just smiled at him a little. There was still acceptance there. Not that Cloud was sure he could -ever- do anything that would make Zack hate him. Except maybe abandon him. Which Cloud didn’t plan on doing anytime soon. Smiling back at the man, Cloud looked back to Jenova.
“What do you want?”
“So direct. Just like your grandfather. For a Cetra, he was very straight forward.”
Okay, -that- had been a surprise. He had never been able to find out much from the histories about who fathered the three sons of Jenova. Had never put quite as much effort into it as he could have if he had -known-, but it wasn’t important now. “That isn’t an answer.”
Jenova studied him, the crack-pop of power along her hair coming quicker. “So impatient. Over such a long life, you should have have learned how to take your time.” The glow of her eyes brightened. “You are family. Blood of my blood. I still cannot find where they sealed my sons. Will you stand in their place, at my side?”
Was that growl from Vincent of all people? Cloud couldn’t help it. He started to laugh.
The reaction startled everyone, and Jenova scowled, eyes turning more red than violet.
“I think that insanity apparently runs in my line if you thought I’d say yes to -that-.” He chuckled more. “And they aren’t sealed. Your sons are dead, taking out like rabid animals not long after you were sealed away.”
A long moment of hesitation, and then she snarled. “Far too much like your grandfather. I will offer again, later. Once you have realized just how powerful I am, you will crawl to join me. You, and the pet created for me by the human.” That got a growl from Sephiroth this time.
As suddenly as she was there, the woman was gone, shattering the wards as she did.
That never happened before, and Cloud wasn’t expecting the feedback from them that he got, and from the strangled sound out of Zack before everything went dark, he wasn’t the only one.
Author: GW Katrina
Beta: Skeren
Fandom: FFVII: Mercverse
Claim:
mercverse for story_arcThemeset/Prompt: Thirty Set 01: 14-Eyes
Wordcount: 1,229
Ratings: PG-13
Link to Archive Post: Here
Chaos was still twitching over the fact that -Hojo- had been there when he saw Zack and Cloud stiffen.
There was a strange flex in the air, and he felt power race over his skin. As it did, he snarled, the sound echoed by Vincent. Both moved, putting their backs to the others, looking around for whatever was causing it.
Zack’s cheeks flushed as he pushed at something, hands up as if he was physically pressing something back. “The wards.....” It was obvious Cloud was trying to do something as well, but he was rather useless with magic. The wards where tied to both Strifes, but Zack was the one who could do the most with them.
With a growl, Zack yanked back, going white. Whatever he had been trying didn’t work, and he almost fell. Vincent reached out and supported him, and as he did, something appeared before them.
She was tall. Taller than most women, and she looked at them with red-violet eyes. Long silver hair floated behind her, power rippling along the strands. The sheer amount of power she held to charge her hair like that was insane. Like wings, her hair spread out as it moved lightly behind her, sparks sliding along silver. And her eyes glowed brightly, moving over each of them.
Beautiful. But it wasn’t something that Chaos was tempted by. She radiated power. Cold, lethal power. His mother times a million. Chaos never expected to find anyone, ever, who had that sort of power.
To have them in the room with him, studying his pack with those cold eyes, made him want to run. Take his pack and flee. Not many inspired that in him, and Chaos really didn’t like the feeling.
The woman looked at them, then smiled as she focused on Sephiroth.
“You are everything your father says.” Her voice was smooth and rich, a sort of ringing undertone to it. It sent more shivers down Chaos’s spine, and the urge to flee strengthened, though now he felt the desire to just throw himself at her feet. From the way the others reacted, they were also being affected by it. Though none of them reacted as much as Sephiroth.
The man stiffened, fingers already twisting to cast a spell if needed. Chaos had worked with him far too much to not recognize it. “I fear that I had to decline my father’s message from you.”
That just got a laugh, high and unnerving. Everything about her was unnerving. “Nobody ever said you had any control over the offer, little one. Though you are not the reason that I am here, I do plan on collecting what is owed me someday soon.”
Once she finished, her eyes flicked to Cloud.
Of the set, Cloud was the calmest. He was staring back at the woman, eyes searching.
“Hello, grandchild.”
Chaos choked.
So, it wasn’t all idle thoughts and speculations.
“Hello, Grandmother.”
If the others looked any more surprised, he was sure they would fall over. But he could remember bits of his early years. One of the more prominent memories was of his mother brushing his hair. She had been singing to him. What the song was, he had lost a long, long time ago. But she had sang it all the time. In the middle of it, she had stopped, her hand resting on his head. Curling fingers through his hair, which was worn longer then, as was the style, she had smiled at him in reflection.
“So much better to be gold than silver.”
He hadn’t understood then, and for years, he still hadn’t gotten it. Then, when he got older, and began to realize the obsession his mother had with one of the sons of Jenova, he began to look closer.
They had silver hair. One had been killed near where they had lived before his uncle had betrothed his mother to a new husband and they had moved. He had never seen a good picture of the man, but if he had collected what he knew of Loz... Truthfully, Cloud could see a closer resemblance between himself and either of the other two, but his mother would never say who his father was, or where she was during that time she was missing. And only one had been heading towards their home.
“It was Loz, wasn’t it?”
Jenova smiled, hair rippling out again as she nodded. “He was my only child to have an heir. That I’m aware of. Your mother was a lovely woman.” A slightly insane smile. “Your blood is strong to have lived so long.” Another tilt of her head. “Though not strong enough.”
He said nothing, simply looking at the woman who was his grandmother. Hard to believe, in a way. Sephiroth took after her more than Cloud did. Though Cloud had always favored his mother, small boned, gold hair, unusually bright blue eyes, more than his mysterious, unknown father. Though now the man wasn’t such an unknown. Now it was confirmed that he, Cloud, was as unnatural as he had been declared more than once over the years.
A faint touch to the small of his back, and he took his eyes off Jenova enough to glance sideways. There was Zack, who just smiled at him a little. There was still acceptance there. Not that Cloud was sure he could -ever- do anything that would make Zack hate him. Except maybe abandon him. Which Cloud didn’t plan on doing anytime soon. Smiling back at the man, Cloud looked back to Jenova.
“What do you want?”
“So direct. Just like your grandfather. For a Cetra, he was very straight forward.”
Okay, -that- had been a surprise. He had never been able to find out much from the histories about who fathered the three sons of Jenova. Had never put quite as much effort into it as he could have if he had -known-, but it wasn’t important now. “That isn’t an answer.”
Jenova studied him, the crack-pop of power along her hair coming quicker. “So impatient. Over such a long life, you should have have learned how to take your time.” The glow of her eyes brightened. “You are family. Blood of my blood. I still cannot find where they sealed my sons. Will you stand in their place, at my side?”
Was that growl from Vincent of all people? Cloud couldn’t help it. He started to laugh.
The reaction startled everyone, and Jenova scowled, eyes turning more red than violet.
“I think that insanity apparently runs in my line if you thought I’d say yes to -that-.” He chuckled more. “And they aren’t sealed. Your sons are dead, taking out like rabid animals not long after you were sealed away.”
A long moment of hesitation, and then she snarled. “Far too much like your grandfather. I will offer again, later. Once you have realized just how powerful I am, you will crawl to join me. You, and the pet created for me by the human.” That got a growl from Sephiroth this time.
As suddenly as she was there, the woman was gone, shattering the wards as she did.
That never happened before, and Cloud wasn’t expecting the feedback from them that he got, and from the strangled sound out of Zack before everything went dark, he wasn’t the only one.