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Title: Skeletons never leave you, do they?
Characters: Cloud & Sephiroth
Location: Over the phone, maybe Sephiroth coming to help Cloud get rid of his skeletons.
Summary: Cloud's nightmares come back tenfold and he needs a therapist, who to call rather than Sephiroth who offered?
Rating: Soft R [Just to be safe considering on what Cloud dreams of, cussing, the whole things like that.]
Sweat collected around blonde hair, his closed eyes squinting together as his dream took hold of his mind. Pale hands gripped at the sheets in an almost death grip, a soft whine leaving his lips. Not again..his mind wanted to say but it seemed lost as memories and skeletons kept him from thinking clearly. Cloud tried to open his eyes to wake himself up but his body seemed to think of something else rather than him waking up. The brief sequences of his childhood came to him again, just like they had every night before he moved. His body turned and twisted itself into complicated positions, tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. Right as the last memory seemed to slam into his mind, the blonde shot up in the bed.
He panted, rubbing at his face with a groan. No..he got rid of them when he moved, right? Just thinking of the nightmare seemed to hurt his head, a soft cry leaving his lips. He pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his pale arms around his knees to bury his face into them. A few tears did escape his blue-green eyes, a soft sniffle leaving him. He looked over at his nightstand to catch the sight of white, doing a double take to see the number to the therapist. Sephiroth, right? He blinked some, reaching over to take the paper with his number on it, battling with his inner self to call. Checking the time was something he did always when he found himself waking up from the..nightmares and that's just what he did right then. 3am blinked on the clock, the silver haired ones words of 'I'm always home at 3am' running through his head. He could call, what would it hurt?
With that in mind, Cloud reached over to take the phone into his hand, dialing the number just as it was written on the paper. He listened to it ring, another memory hitting him as he listened, making him want to cry again. He needed help and he could only hope that Sephiroth could help.
Characters: Cloud & Sephiroth
Location: Over the phone, maybe Sephiroth coming to help Cloud get rid of his skeletons.
Summary: Cloud's nightmares come back tenfold and he needs a therapist, who to call rather than Sephiroth who offered?
Rating: Soft R [Just to be safe considering on what Cloud dreams of, cussing, the whole things like that.]
Sweat collected around blonde hair, his closed eyes squinting together as his dream took hold of his mind. Pale hands gripped at the sheets in an almost death grip, a soft whine leaving his lips. Not again..his mind wanted to say but it seemed lost as memories and skeletons kept him from thinking clearly. Cloud tried to open his eyes to wake himself up but his body seemed to think of something else rather than him waking up. The brief sequences of his childhood came to him again, just like they had every night before he moved. His body turned and twisted itself into complicated positions, tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. Right as the last memory seemed to slam into his mind, the blonde shot up in the bed.
He panted, rubbing at his face with a groan. No..he got rid of them when he moved, right? Just thinking of the nightmare seemed to hurt his head, a soft cry leaving his lips. He pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his pale arms around his knees to bury his face into them. A few tears did escape his blue-green eyes, a soft sniffle leaving him. He looked over at his nightstand to catch the sight of white, doing a double take to see the number to the therapist. Sephiroth, right? He blinked some, reaching over to take the paper with his number on it, battling with his inner self to call. Checking the time was something he did always when he found himself waking up from the..nightmares and that's just what he did right then. 3am blinked on the clock, the silver haired ones words of 'I'm always home at 3am' running through his head. He could call, what would it hurt?
With that in mind, Cloud reached over to take the phone into his hand, dialing the number just as it was written on the paper. He listened to it ring, another memory hitting him as he listened, making him want to cry again. He needed help and he could only hope that Sephiroth could help.