lawlz
Because x_saturnine asked* for Sirius/Lestat/Folken/Cloud, with a side of Dilandau/Noah**.
Spoilers for FFXII and, er, really, really vague spoilers for, uh, HP, the Vampire Chronicles, and Escaflowne? It helps if you know who the characters are, too.
The Dilandau/Noah first.
Lost Boy
"I'm not lost," Dilandau says. His shirt is streaked in blood and dirt, and it has come untucked. Noah wants to tuck it back in, or cover Dilandau in a coat, or at least wipe the blood from Dilandau's face.
"I know," Noah says, because it's always easier to agree, than to dodge Dilandau's inevitable fury.
"I don't," Dilandau says, "need your help." There's a moment of silence, then a spiteful "idiot."
"Mmm," Noah hums, like Basch used to hum to him, years ago in Landis. He takes up Dilandau's sword, flicks it, watches the gore drip from the edge. It takes a couple times to wipe the sword clean, but there's plenty of grass, and Noah has all the time in the world.
"Take me back," Dilandau says suddenly, as Noah is sliding the sword back into the sheath tied to Dilandau's waist.
"To where?" Noah asks mildly, and Dilandau's hands are wet as they circle about Noah's neck.
"To your bed, I should think." Dilandau's fingernails scratch into Noah's neck, and the blood on the side of Dilandau's face tastes bitter, like rust upon metal left outside too long.
Sometimes, Noah wonders how long Dilandau was left alone. Now, though, Noah has all the time in the world. He just wonders how much time Dilandau has.
The Sirius/Lestat/Folken/Cloud.
Black Wings
"There was no one," Cloud says, "after the fire." The bricks are uneven beneath his head, and he lets his fingers drift into the cracks, scrabbling over dirt and weeds.
There is a mouth on his side, wet and hot, and Cloud almost lets his hand wander to the head, but stops. The hair is never dark enough to be Zack's, and it's never long enough to be Sephiroth. It's easier to stare at the overgrown trees, and try to forget.
"There wasn't anyone after the meteor, either. Or, or after the world--" The mouth pauses, and Cloud's breath skitters, and he clutches at the bricks beneath his hands. His clothes are lumpy, pressing into his skin uncomfortably, and he wants to tug at his shirt, because he feels as though he's choking.
"And?" the mouth asks, and Cloud fights back a growl, because the voice doesn't sound like anyone he knew, not Cid or Tifa or Aerith, or even Red XIII.
"Immortality," another voice purrs next to Cloud's ear, and it almost sounds like Reno, because it's indulgent and lazy. Cloud never wanted to punch in Reno's face half this much, though. "It's a bitch, isn't it?"
"I," Cloud says, and this time he does fist his hand into the hair, because he wants to pull and scream and make someone hurt, "destroyed the world."
"You and me both," the purring voice says, and the teeth are sharp upon Cloud's ear.
The mouth against Cloud's side is laughing, and the breath is ghosting over the places Sephiroth dragged his fingers and his sword, where Sephiroth wrote "this is mine, this is mine, this is mine," and where Cloud had bled, "I am his, I am his, I am his."
And then there are hands, cold but gentle, a little like Zack's when there had been Nibelheim and Hojo and mako that screamed through Cloud's veins. The hands slip around Cloud, and then wings, two wings, not one, twist around Cloud, and Cloud doesn't have to close his eyes, because there is nothing but darkness, feathery soft and choking him like Tifa's love and Aerith's forgiveness.
"You," the wings whisper against Cloud's skin, "are the world."
*this is a blatant lie. x_saturnine never asked for it.
**is it bad that I want to actually made a crossover fic of this? a real, honest fic?
Spoilers for FFXII and, er, really, really vague spoilers for, uh, HP, the Vampire Chronicles, and Escaflowne? It helps if you know who the characters are, too.
The Dilandau/Noah first.
Lost Boy
"I'm not lost," Dilandau says. His shirt is streaked in blood and dirt, and it has come untucked. Noah wants to tuck it back in, or cover Dilandau in a coat, or at least wipe the blood from Dilandau's face.
"I know," Noah says, because it's always easier to agree, than to dodge Dilandau's inevitable fury.
"I don't," Dilandau says, "need your help." There's a moment of silence, then a spiteful "idiot."
"Mmm," Noah hums, like Basch used to hum to him, years ago in Landis. He takes up Dilandau's sword, flicks it, watches the gore drip from the edge. It takes a couple times to wipe the sword clean, but there's plenty of grass, and Noah has all the time in the world.
"Take me back," Dilandau says suddenly, as Noah is sliding the sword back into the sheath tied to Dilandau's waist.
"To where?" Noah asks mildly, and Dilandau's hands are wet as they circle about Noah's neck.
"To your bed, I should think." Dilandau's fingernails scratch into Noah's neck, and the blood on the side of Dilandau's face tastes bitter, like rust upon metal left outside too long.
Sometimes, Noah wonders how long Dilandau was left alone. Now, though, Noah has all the time in the world. He just wonders how much time Dilandau has.
The Sirius/Lestat/Folken/Cloud.
Black Wings
"There was no one," Cloud says, "after the fire." The bricks are uneven beneath his head, and he lets his fingers drift into the cracks, scrabbling over dirt and weeds.
There is a mouth on his side, wet and hot, and Cloud almost lets his hand wander to the head, but stops. The hair is never dark enough to be Zack's, and it's never long enough to be Sephiroth. It's easier to stare at the overgrown trees, and try to forget.
"There wasn't anyone after the meteor, either. Or, or after the world--" The mouth pauses, and Cloud's breath skitters, and he clutches at the bricks beneath his hands. His clothes are lumpy, pressing into his skin uncomfortably, and he wants to tug at his shirt, because he feels as though he's choking.
"And?" the mouth asks, and Cloud fights back a growl, because the voice doesn't sound like anyone he knew, not Cid or Tifa or Aerith, or even Red XIII.
"Immortality," another voice purrs next to Cloud's ear, and it almost sounds like Reno, because it's indulgent and lazy. Cloud never wanted to punch in Reno's face half this much, though. "It's a bitch, isn't it?"
"I," Cloud says, and this time he does fist his hand into the hair, because he wants to pull and scream and make someone hurt, "destroyed the world."
"You and me both," the purring voice says, and the teeth are sharp upon Cloud's ear.
The mouth against Cloud's side is laughing, and the breath is ghosting over the places Sephiroth dragged his fingers and his sword, where Sephiroth wrote "this is mine, this is mine, this is mine," and where Cloud had bled, "I am his, I am his, I am his."
And then there are hands, cold but gentle, a little like Zack's when there had been Nibelheim and Hojo and mako that screamed through Cloud's veins. The hands slip around Cloud, and then wings, two wings, not one, twist around Cloud, and Cloud doesn't have to close his eyes, because there is nothing but darkness, feathery soft and choking him like Tifa's love and Aerith's forgiveness.
"You," the wings whisper against Cloud's skin, "are the world."
*this is a blatant lie. x_saturnine never asked for it.
**is it bad that I want to actually made a crossover fic of this? a real, honest fic?