[Fic] FFVII CC. Zack, Sephiroth. PG. Condolences
Title: Condolences
Author: monitorscreen
Fandom: Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Zack, Sephiroth, mentions of Genesis
Rating: PG
Word count: 529
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII and its compilation are the creations of Square Enix, not mine.
Summary: "Tell me about Genesis."
Author's notes: ... Because the way Zack reacted every time Genesis got brought up in front of Sephiroth must mean something.
Condolences
by monitor screen
"Tell me about Genesis."
Sephiroth turned to him calmly, unsurprised and nonchalant, but Zack had caught that particular blink at the name. And even if the other SOLDIER was perfectly composed, he was almost certain of the lurking something in those lurid green eyes, when Sephiroth asked, plainly, "Why?"
"Because I never get to know him. See, I know Angeal, I know you - a bit, anyway, but I've never get to know Genesis more than what's on the files," Zack searched for something more to say, but gave up quickly on 'I'm curious'. "So, tell me about him."
Sephiroth was silent for a long time, turning his gaze to the rare sight of Midgar in sunlight. And then those lashes lowered, and he spoke, low and quiet, "You know LOVELESS?"
"The play? Yeah, sure. Saw it last month wi- too." Zack was thrown off for a moment, until the memories of everything other than Aerith's smile that night caught up with him. "Oh. So those quote stuffs were LOVELESS?"
There was a hint of fondness lurking somewhere at Sephiroth's lips, "He never stops."
"Yeah, I get that," Zack grinned, glad to come onto lighter matters. "In, like, the first three minutes I met the guy."
Sephiroth smirked. And then he was quiet again, reserved and distant, his green eyes tracing something over the horizon. "He did a lot of studies on LOVELESS. Even published some essays. He used to be a significant figure in the literary discussions on LOVELESS; one of the main contributors to the most comprehensive theory regarding the missing last scene. He... Maybe he's still working on that." Those eyes turned to Zack, curiously open and solemn, "He believes all answers in life can be found in the epic."
"Well..." Zack did not know what to say. "I guess I wouldn't know. But," Thinking of the fresh scent of new leaves in a city of steel and mako, he added, "I'd say some mystifying poetry can't contain everything."
The reply he got was little more than a mere breath, faint and pensive, "Perhaps." But it was enough to convey the sense of lost and longing, emotions that a perfect instrument of war, the flawless hero of legend, was not supposed to have.
Zack responded without even registering his action; the searing emptiness in that voice simply compelled him to soothe. A thumb gently brushed over pale, soft skin, the touch almost timid, before he leaned in to try seal the draining void with his lips.
The contact was brief, just a chaste press of flesh, but the several heartbeats seemed to have suspended in time. And then Zack was pulling back, meeting those bizarre eyes with their slits for pupils, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
It was not an apology.
He watched as shock faded into understanding, and Sephiroth gave a small smile, mirthless and resigned. "Don't be." He watched as this trace of weakness re-submerged within the flit of an eyelid, the detachment more pronounced than a physical barrier.
Zack left his companion to his contemplation of the outside view, forever the untouchable SOLDIER. There would be time enough for him to reach Sephiroth, someday.
Comments and critiques welcomed.
Author: monitorscreen
Fandom: Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Zack, Sephiroth, mentions of Genesis
Rating: PG
Word count: 529
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII and its compilation are the creations of Square Enix, not mine.
Summary: "Tell me about Genesis."
Author's notes: ... Because the way Zack reacted every time Genesis got brought up in front of Sephiroth must mean something.
Condolences
by monitor screen
"Tell me about Genesis."
Sephiroth turned to him calmly, unsurprised and nonchalant, but Zack had caught that particular blink at the name. And even if the other SOLDIER was perfectly composed, he was almost certain of the lurking something in those lurid green eyes, when Sephiroth asked, plainly, "Why?"
"Because I never get to know him. See, I know Angeal, I know you - a bit, anyway, but I've never get to know Genesis more than what's on the files," Zack searched for something more to say, but gave up quickly on 'I'm curious'. "So, tell me about him."
Sephiroth was silent for a long time, turning his gaze to the rare sight of Midgar in sunlight. And then those lashes lowered, and he spoke, low and quiet, "You know LOVELESS?"
"The play? Yeah, sure. Saw it last month wi- too." Zack was thrown off for a moment, until the memories of everything other than Aerith's smile that night caught up with him. "Oh. So those quote stuffs were LOVELESS?"
There was a hint of fondness lurking somewhere at Sephiroth's lips, "He never stops."
"Yeah, I get that," Zack grinned, glad to come onto lighter matters. "In, like, the first three minutes I met the guy."
Sephiroth smirked. And then he was quiet again, reserved and distant, his green eyes tracing something over the horizon. "He did a lot of studies on LOVELESS. Even published some essays. He used to be a significant figure in the literary discussions on LOVELESS; one of the main contributors to the most comprehensive theory regarding the missing last scene. He... Maybe he's still working on that." Those eyes turned to Zack, curiously open and solemn, "He believes all answers in life can be found in the epic."
"Well..." Zack did not know what to say. "I guess I wouldn't know. But," Thinking of the fresh scent of new leaves in a city of steel and mako, he added, "I'd say some mystifying poetry can't contain everything."
The reply he got was little more than a mere breath, faint and pensive, "Perhaps." But it was enough to convey the sense of lost and longing, emotions that a perfect instrument of war, the flawless hero of legend, was not supposed to have.
Zack responded without even registering his action; the searing emptiness in that voice simply compelled him to soothe. A thumb gently brushed over pale, soft skin, the touch almost timid, before he leaned in to try seal the draining void with his lips.
The contact was brief, just a chaste press of flesh, but the several heartbeats seemed to have suspended in time. And then Zack was pulling back, meeting those bizarre eyes with their slits for pupils, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
It was not an apology.
He watched as shock faded into understanding, and Sephiroth gave a small smile, mirthless and resigned. "Don't be." He watched as this trace of weakness re-submerged within the flit of an eyelid, the detachment more pronounced than a physical barrier.
Zack left his companion to his contemplation of the outside view, forever the untouchable SOLDIER. There would be time enough for him to reach Sephiroth, someday.
Comments and critiques welcomed.