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Title: Angel
Author: angstchan
Pairing: Vincent Valentine & Aerith Gainsborough
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Theme: 18 - Walking on air
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Spoilers =V Aerith & Vincent aren't mine :(
It's my job to watch, to protect. I was trained to observe everything around me, to shut off my emotions. The slightest unexpected movement was my trigger to kill, to destroy whatever dared to invade the space I was protecting. I was good at what I did, I was part of the elite.
At least until that day I failed. I failed Lucrecia, I failed Sephiroth. I couldn't protect either of them.
And there was a moment when I failed you. He invaded your space, his blade piercing your heart. I wasn't quick enough. I didn't stop it. And I failed you a second time when I let Cloud let you sink into the abyss.
I don't know what happened after that. I vaguely remember fighting, changing, reverting back from the beast I had become. The incident at the crater seems so surreal, like I wasn't even there, like it wasn't me who was controlling my body.
The flash. Holy. Then it was over. You did what you set out to do. The planet was safe.
How many days have passed since then? I don't know. Even now, the sun sets, and I barely notice the change. The crystal lake glows in the moonlight. Silence. There isn't even a wind to disturb the water.
It's then that I hear your voice. Soft, like a ghost's whisper. That's sickeningly appropriate, and I'm pretty sure I sigh, or groan, or something, but I'm deaf to my own voice.
"Vincent."
I look up, not wanting to see empty space before me, but there you are, soaked to the bone. With every step you take, it looks as if you're walking on air. An angel, that's what you are.
"Aerith." I wince at the pain in my voice, but you simply smile. Your hands lift to my cheeks, the touch very real, but it's probably just my imagination. I saw you die. I saw you sink. Why must my mind play these cruel tricks? My heart, artificial as it may be, can't take this.
"Shh." Your fingers touch my lips. They're soft, warm, real. "Vincent, it's okay now." When did you get so close? How did you get past my defenses? A kiss. Proof that you're real. That's all it takes.
I can relax now. I feel your body move into my embrace. I feel the lake water dripping from your hair onto my flesh. You're real. Alive. Not an angel, and yet you still walk on air.
Author: angstchan
Pairing: Vincent Valentine & Aerith Gainsborough
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Theme: 18 - Walking on air
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Spoilers =V Aerith & Vincent aren't mine :(
It's my job to watch, to protect. I was trained to observe everything around me, to shut off my emotions. The slightest unexpected movement was my trigger to kill, to destroy whatever dared to invade the space I was protecting. I was good at what I did, I was part of the elite.
At least until that day I failed. I failed Lucrecia, I failed Sephiroth. I couldn't protect either of them.
And there was a moment when I failed you. He invaded your space, his blade piercing your heart. I wasn't quick enough. I didn't stop it. And I failed you a second time when I let Cloud let you sink into the abyss.
I don't know what happened after that. I vaguely remember fighting, changing, reverting back from the beast I had become. The incident at the crater seems so surreal, like I wasn't even there, like it wasn't me who was controlling my body.
The flash. Holy. Then it was over. You did what you set out to do. The planet was safe.
How many days have passed since then? I don't know. Even now, the sun sets, and I barely notice the change. The crystal lake glows in the moonlight. Silence. There isn't even a wind to disturb the water.
It's then that I hear your voice. Soft, like a ghost's whisper. That's sickeningly appropriate, and I'm pretty sure I sigh, or groan, or something, but I'm deaf to my own voice.
"Vincent."
I look up, not wanting to see empty space before me, but there you are, soaked to the bone. With every step you take, it looks as if you're walking on air. An angel, that's what you are.
"Aerith." I wince at the pain in my voice, but you simply smile. Your hands lift to my cheeks, the touch very real, but it's probably just my imagination. I saw you die. I saw you sink. Why must my mind play these cruel tricks? My heart, artificial as it may be, can't take this.
"Shh." Your fingers touch my lips. They're soft, warm, real. "Vincent, it's okay now." When did you get so close? How did you get past my defenses? A kiss. Proof that you're real. That's all it takes.
I can relax now. I feel your body move into my embrace. I feel the lake water dripping from your hair onto my flesh. You're real. Alive. Not an angel, and yet you still walk on air.