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artimusdin. This is the angsty set. War is AU.
Eating
“Come on, Spike, you need to eat.”
Zack tried to convince Cloud to sip the broth he had made. Had taken what had seemed like forever to catch anything to eat, and it had been so scrawny that all he could make out of it was a soup.
Which Cloud wasn’t eating, staring off into space, eyes vacant.
“Cloud, -please-!” Desperation. “I can’t keep doing this, Spike. I -can’t-, not like this. I need your help.”
This was the worst it had been. Cloud still wasn’t responsive, and Zack was getting harder pressed to keep himself moving everyday, let along Cloud.
He had made that promise.
“Please, Cloud, don’t make me do that. Please?” A small, broken word.
The Buster Sword gleamed nearby,
Zack had made his promise. He would never let them take Cloud back to the lab.
He hoped he didn’t have to keep it.
Sleeping
Ignore the blood, ignore the blood, ignore the holes that shouldn’t be there, ignore the way the skin felt, all cool and tacky.
He was only sleeping, right?
Practice
Practice and tests, that was all there was in his life.
Sephiroth preferred the practice. The way the blade felt in his hands, the way everything seemed to calm as he went through the forms. Sweat and the ache of effort. The feel of magic being released, and the crackle of its power.
So much better than the prick of needles and the stinging smell of a sterile lab.
One day, Sephiroth promised himself, he would make sure he never smelled a lab again. And then all that would be left was practice.
Friends
Friends…..
He didn’t have friends.
Turning to glare at violet eyes, he sighed.
“Traitor.”
War
They say the worse part about war was watching your people fall, and losing love ones.
Sephiroth didn’t care about anyone.
Not until Zack forced him to.
Then the man had the audacity to get hurt.
Face blank, Sephiroth looked down at the pale faced man, who was splattered with red. So much red.
Sephiroth didn’t care about anyone.
Not anymore.
artimusdin. This is the angsty set. War is AU. Eating
“Come on, Spike, you need to eat.”
Zack tried to convince Cloud to sip the broth he had made. Had taken what had seemed like forever to catch anything to eat, and it had been so scrawny that all he could make out of it was a soup.
Which Cloud wasn’t eating, staring off into space, eyes vacant.
“Cloud, -please-!” Desperation. “I can’t keep doing this, Spike. I -can’t-, not like this. I need your help.”
This was the worst it had been. Cloud still wasn’t responsive, and Zack was getting harder pressed to keep himself moving everyday, let along Cloud.
He had made that promise.
“Please, Cloud, don’t make me do that. Please?” A small, broken word.
The Buster Sword gleamed nearby,
Zack had made his promise. He would never let them take Cloud back to the lab.
He hoped he didn’t have to keep it.
Sleeping
Ignore the blood, ignore the blood, ignore the holes that shouldn’t be there, ignore the way the skin felt, all cool and tacky.
He was only sleeping, right?
Practice
Practice and tests, that was all there was in his life.
Sephiroth preferred the practice. The way the blade felt in his hands, the way everything seemed to calm as he went through the forms. Sweat and the ache of effort. The feel of magic being released, and the crackle of its power.
So much better than the prick of needles and the stinging smell of a sterile lab.
One day, Sephiroth promised himself, he would make sure he never smelled a lab again. And then all that would be left was practice.
Friends
Friends…..
He didn’t have friends.
Turning to glare at violet eyes, he sighed.
“Traitor.”
War
They say the worse part about war was watching your people fall, and losing love ones.
Sephiroth didn’t care about anyone.
Not until Zack forced him to.
Then the man had the audacity to get hurt.
Face blank, Sephiroth looked down at the pale faced man, who was splattered with red. So much red.
Sephiroth didn’t care about anyone.
Not anymore.
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Maybe I'll write fluff next.
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And then there will be just random ones.
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-rolls on-
So much pretty and I feel so unmotivated to work on homework now.
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*scritches*
Sleeping was my favorite, with Friend right behind it. So much pretty angst. I do so love Eating, though, cause you -know- Zack would have kept that promise.
*feels urge to write ficlet to cover that possibility*