[FF7] Your Fool
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Who: Tifa, Reno
Rating: PG
Pairing: RenoxTifa
Notes: Angsty, Pre-Game
And whenever I write this pairing? I can't ever seem to make it a happy drabble/ficlet/whatever. So they usually always come out as angst-ridden monkeys.
She had been the fool through those few years, letting herself be swayed by words that had probably been said to countless others and be drowned by those haunting aquamarine eyes.
How many countless times had she played the ‘apologize to him’ game? Even if it was for things that she had never done or things that were never her fault? Too, too many. And he had entered her life when she hadn’t even wanted anyone, talked and charmed his way into a corner of her heart…and shattered it years later, with one single blow that left her mind numb and body weak.
Maybe he had gotten tired of finding a girl her age beneath him almost every night; maybe she no longer provided the pleasure he had once found with her; maybe she just wasn’t what he needed and was all but a mistake he made…God, there were too many of those maybes. Too many and they all hurt just as bad as the other.
But she masked that pain with a smile and a laugh.
It was her façade. It was the way she learned to deal with everything; putting up a mask of happiness, put everyone else before herself…the pain and loss and heartache in her past caused her to pull it out and be that way.
And the way she learnt that she was the fool was by showing up at his apartment in the form of an unexpected visit. The smell of perfume had hit hard, like a slap in the face, when she walked inside, the view of scattered clothing across the floor-both male and female-forcing a settling feeling of emptiness in her gut, and then those aqua eyes. Those eyes wide with shock at the sight of a horrified brunette, her burgundy eyes filling with tears at just…the view that laid out before her.
She didn’t even remember leaving, didn’t remember running or how she got the gash on her right leg, didn’t know how much blood she lost or how much it hurt till the numb feeling finally disappeared and let her collapse just outside of Sector 7. She didn’t even remember the sound of whatever the hell kind of monster it was shrieking in pain or when she had been pressed tightly against a messily buttoned shirt.
And she broke down into silent sobbing. Cursed him, yelled at him, said things she hadn’t even known had been in her vocabulary as well as things she had heard him say. And it was everything he deserved, especially the pounding of her fists against his chest and the hard slap of her hand on his face.
But it all resolved as she clung to him, burying her face into his chest and just stayed there. He had hurt her. He had hurt her and it hurt in ways he had never imagined was possible.
“…T-“
But she silenced him by quickly drawing away and shaking her head, speaking with a voice choked with tears. “No… I believed everything you said.” A pause. “Gave in when I shouldn’t have and…and let my life be taken away.”
A shaky breath and those burgundy eyes turned away. “So, please… Let me be your fool a little longer.”
Who: Tifa, Reno
Rating: PG
Pairing: RenoxTifa
Notes: Angsty, Pre-Game
And whenever I write this pairing? I can't ever seem to make it a happy drabble/ficlet/whatever. So they usually always come out as angst-ridden monkeys.
She had been the fool through those few years, letting herself be swayed by words that had probably been said to countless others and be drowned by those haunting aquamarine eyes.
How many countless times had she played the ‘apologize to him’ game? Even if it was for things that she had never done or things that were never her fault? Too, too many. And he had entered her life when she hadn’t even wanted anyone, talked and charmed his way into a corner of her heart…and shattered it years later, with one single blow that left her mind numb and body weak.
Maybe he had gotten tired of finding a girl her age beneath him almost every night; maybe she no longer provided the pleasure he had once found with her; maybe she just wasn’t what he needed and was all but a mistake he made…God, there were too many of those maybes. Too many and they all hurt just as bad as the other.
But she masked that pain with a smile and a laugh.
It was her façade. It was the way she learned to deal with everything; putting up a mask of happiness, put everyone else before herself…the pain and loss and heartache in her past caused her to pull it out and be that way.
And the way she learnt that she was the fool was by showing up at his apartment in the form of an unexpected visit. The smell of perfume had hit hard, like a slap in the face, when she walked inside, the view of scattered clothing across the floor-both male and female-forcing a settling feeling of emptiness in her gut, and then those aqua eyes. Those eyes wide with shock at the sight of a horrified brunette, her burgundy eyes filling with tears at just…the view that laid out before her.
She didn’t even remember leaving, didn’t remember running or how she got the gash on her right leg, didn’t know how much blood she lost or how much it hurt till the numb feeling finally disappeared and let her collapse just outside of Sector 7. She didn’t even remember the sound of whatever the hell kind of monster it was shrieking in pain or when she had been pressed tightly against a messily buttoned shirt.
And she broke down into silent sobbing. Cursed him, yelled at him, said things she hadn’t even known had been in her vocabulary as well as things she had heard him say. And it was everything he deserved, especially the pounding of her fists against his chest and the hard slap of her hand on his face.
But it all resolved as she clung to him, burying her face into his chest and just stayed there. He had hurt her. He had hurt her and it hurt in ways he had never imagined was possible.
“…T-“
But she silenced him by quickly drawing away and shaking her head, speaking with a voice choked with tears. “No… I believed everything you said.” A pause. “Gave in when I shouldn’t have and…and let my life be taken away.”
A shaky breath and those burgundy eyes turned away. “So, please… Let me be your fool a little longer.”