Nations- Patience
Title: Patience
Arc: Nations
Fandom: FF7
Pairings: Implied Seph/Zack/Vincent/Cloud/Rufus Seph/Tifa
Words: 870
Rating: G
Warning: The AUness!
Arc summary: It's an alternate universe where Sephiroth is a king, while Zack, Cloud, Vincent, and Rufus are his harem slaves, who he has renamed as gems.
Note: This section is from Vincent's point of view. Follow the tags to get to previous parts, which are in order. Comments appreciated!
Everything in the days after the wedding was hectic, intense- and somewhat depressing. Those times he watched Amethyst, the man was distressed. It was unusual for him, the senior slave often being the most content with his life here, though a portion of that, he was sure, had to do with the security of being the favorite among them.
That hadn't, of course, changed. Other circumstances had however, and there was little to be done with the legalities and uncertainty of a god blessed marriage between royalty. It was a complication, and his uneasiness wasn't without cause. The Queen held their lives in her hands, and all they could do was wait.
The King's things were his own, but what he had he shared with her, and she had the power to keep him from them, even if she had no allowance to set them free, desire or no. That, at least, was something he was grateful for, since in an obscure way it ensured he wouldn't lose the first place where he had been truly of use, even if in perhaps an undefined capacity.
None of that would alleviate Amethyst's upset in the telling, and all that left him was offers of comfort and to watch. When he and Diamond had arrived in the king's hands, the violet-eyed man had been similarly unsettled, unsure what to do with the new attachment to his king's attentions. It had not had this edge of fear. Observing him now caused his hair to stand on end, the air of restrained something, not violence, not power, hovering around him in a tangible aura.
He was not the only one off color and off balance. Sapphire was often seen to be in talks with the priestess who had followed him to this nation. It had only become more disconcerting when his sight had returned two days after the ceremony. He watched them all, considered, and said nothing. There was something there to be said, it lurked in his eyes and on his kisses, but it was never spoken.
The fact the blond had something to say made him want to know, but he did not ask, and was wise to the fact that if he wasn't told, then the man had to have a cause. No matter what he was now, the blond had been a priest first, powerful in his faith, and powerful in truth. Just watching him at work was enough to humble the unbelievers, and he had no regrets in saying that he had had no faith before seeing the man do his special magic.
It had been most curious that as soon as the man had recovered he had set to the wards in the castle, renewing them rather aggressively and causing more than the smallest bit of chaos on the premises. Still, them being who they were, it had apparently been anticipated that the marriage would send them off spiral, leaving unexpected oddities with more slack and unquestioning indulgence than was typical. They were, after all, slaves.
Diamond had strayed close to him. He knew just by meeting the young prince's eyes that they were seeing the same things. Whether they had come to the same conclusions was not discussed, and they were the better for the inference that they agreed, even if they ultimately shared no opinion at all.
It was how they did many things, and considering their once enemy status, he believed that they had come far to be at this point. There was no new undertone to his kisses, no grief, fear, or words unsaid. There was annoyance, impatience, hunger, but all of those things were old, common to most situations where languor wasn't the chosen medium. Considering the ambience in their rooms of late, he knew that this was understandable, and he was glad that something had remained properly in place.
In the week since the wedding, too many things had been different. The king had not come to see them. He knew there was no time, not yet, but the way Amethyst would slink into the beds of the others as though chilled was one of the things that made it so hard to be in a good mood. The man often did not smile, he did not pick at Diamond, in spite of the man's apparent attempts to draw him into it for the sake of normalcy, and he himself did no better. Sapphire's attempts resulted in the physical, and ultimately, sex seemed the only placation the man would accept.
All of this worried him, and he knew that among them, Amethyst most needed the reassurance of their king. Thus, when the door finally opened and the man stepped through, he did not move from his place, nor was he stunned that the black haired man was the first to reach their owner.
Looking to the others, he was far from surprised to see that they were doing as he was, giving the king a chance to soothe the one who had been with him longest without interference.
Tears of relief were still tears. When they were through, then they would greet their king in proper fashion.
For now, they would wait.
Arc: Nations
Fandom: FF7
Pairings: Implied Seph/Zack/Vincent/Cloud/Rufus Seph/Tifa
Words: 870
Rating: G
Warning: The AUness!
Arc summary: It's an alternate universe where Sephiroth is a king, while Zack, Cloud, Vincent, and Rufus are his harem slaves, who he has renamed as gems.
Note: This section is from Vincent's point of view. Follow the tags to get to previous parts, which are in order. Comments appreciated!
Everything in the days after the wedding was hectic, intense- and somewhat depressing. Those times he watched Amethyst, the man was distressed. It was unusual for him, the senior slave often being the most content with his life here, though a portion of that, he was sure, had to do with the security of being the favorite among them.
That hadn't, of course, changed. Other circumstances had however, and there was little to be done with the legalities and uncertainty of a god blessed marriage between royalty. It was a complication, and his uneasiness wasn't without cause. The Queen held their lives in her hands, and all they could do was wait.
The King's things were his own, but what he had he shared with her, and she had the power to keep him from them, even if she had no allowance to set them free, desire or no. That, at least, was something he was grateful for, since in an obscure way it ensured he wouldn't lose the first place where he had been truly of use, even if in perhaps an undefined capacity.
None of that would alleviate Amethyst's upset in the telling, and all that left him was offers of comfort and to watch. When he and Diamond had arrived in the king's hands, the violet-eyed man had been similarly unsettled, unsure what to do with the new attachment to his king's attentions. It had not had this edge of fear. Observing him now caused his hair to stand on end, the air of restrained something, not violence, not power, hovering around him in a tangible aura.
He was not the only one off color and off balance. Sapphire was often seen to be in talks with the priestess who had followed him to this nation. It had only become more disconcerting when his sight had returned two days after the ceremony. He watched them all, considered, and said nothing. There was something there to be said, it lurked in his eyes and on his kisses, but it was never spoken.
The fact the blond had something to say made him want to know, but he did not ask, and was wise to the fact that if he wasn't told, then the man had to have a cause. No matter what he was now, the blond had been a priest first, powerful in his faith, and powerful in truth. Just watching him at work was enough to humble the unbelievers, and he had no regrets in saying that he had had no faith before seeing the man do his special magic.
It had been most curious that as soon as the man had recovered he had set to the wards in the castle, renewing them rather aggressively and causing more than the smallest bit of chaos on the premises. Still, them being who they were, it had apparently been anticipated that the marriage would send them off spiral, leaving unexpected oddities with more slack and unquestioning indulgence than was typical. They were, after all, slaves.
Diamond had strayed close to him. He knew just by meeting the young prince's eyes that they were seeing the same things. Whether they had come to the same conclusions was not discussed, and they were the better for the inference that they agreed, even if they ultimately shared no opinion at all.
It was how they did many things, and considering their once enemy status, he believed that they had come far to be at this point. There was no new undertone to his kisses, no grief, fear, or words unsaid. There was annoyance, impatience, hunger, but all of those things were old, common to most situations where languor wasn't the chosen medium. Considering the ambience in their rooms of late, he knew that this was understandable, and he was glad that something had remained properly in place.
In the week since the wedding, too many things had been different. The king had not come to see them. He knew there was no time, not yet, but the way Amethyst would slink into the beds of the others as though chilled was one of the things that made it so hard to be in a good mood. The man often did not smile, he did not pick at Diamond, in spite of the man's apparent attempts to draw him into it for the sake of normalcy, and he himself did no better. Sapphire's attempts resulted in the physical, and ultimately, sex seemed the only placation the man would accept.
All of this worried him, and he knew that among them, Amethyst most needed the reassurance of their king. Thus, when the door finally opened and the man stepped through, he did not move from his place, nor was he stunned that the black haired man was the first to reach their owner.
Looking to the others, he was far from surprised to see that they were doing as he was, giving the king a chance to soothe the one who had been with him longest without interference.
Tears of relief were still tears. When they were through, then they would greet their king in proper fashion.
For now, they would wait.