Scrib!Fic - The Sky and the Dawn and the Sun (93/??)
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Title and Link: The Sky and the Dawn and the Sun
Author: Scribbler
Rating: T
General Fic Summary: Before Sora, Kairi and Riku, another special trio were destined to fight the darkness: Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough and Zack Fair. Their journey involves monsters, wizards, mechanics, ninjas, plus the greatest of all nemeses: love and death. Even the greatest love stories can become tragedies in a heartbeat. KH/FF7/FF8/FF12/Disney. Epic like an epic thing.
Chapter Summary: 93: "Cloud's decisions haven't been a hundred percent sound lately. He may be working for the God of Death."
Excerpt:
Of all the people she has seen so far, Cid is the most changed. His back is crooked, his shoulders hunched, and his wrinkles could suffocate an elephant. Grizzled doesn't even cover it - Cid looks old. Still, he is smiling. Moreover, he is smiling at her, and that's enough to have her flying at him.
"Fucking hell! What the fuck? Since when do you hug people? Since when do you hug me?"
"Shut up, Old Fart. I'm pleased to see you. Deal with it."
"Yeah, well … get offa me before I put you through the wall."
"Like you even could." She releases him, still grinning like an idiot. It's exactly what she needs.
Cid scratches his head. "Damn, kid."
She grins more. "You got fleas or something? I wouldn't be surprised. You look totally gross." She pokes at the food stains on his shirt and the smear of oil across his forehead and hair - still blond, though shot through with grey when you got close enough to see it.
"You're one to talk. You really are a brat now."
"At least I'm not ancient. You smell like muscle liniment and cabbage."
"I'm old enough to get served in a tavern. How about you?"
"I'm … old enough. I just don't look it."
"Same difference. Would you like orange juice or some other boring non-alcoholic drink?"
She holds up an index finger, but her mouth flaps. "Okay, you win that round. But the war isn't over, mister."
It is so easy to slip back into bantering with him. Cid looks at her strangely. For a moment she thinks he is going to initiate a hug, which would be cool, if kind of pervy and icky and - gah! She struggles as he hooks an arm around her head and rubs his knuckles in her hair.
"No noogies! No noogies or I'll kick your butt from here to - !"
Cid laughs. It rumbles in his chest and makes her ear tingle. "Damn, kid. Damn." It's the closest he can get to an 'I missed you'. Though it doesn't take away the pain of being skilfully noogied, it does squash her plans of vengeance.
"Yeah." Her reply is muffled by his stinky armpit, which she will totally gripe about - at length - later, and is going to prompt a trip to his house to make sure living without Tifa around hasn't made him revert to his slovenly ways. "Damn, Cid."
Title and Link: The Sky and the Dawn and the Sun
Author: Scribbler
Rating: T
General Fic Summary: Before Sora, Kairi and Riku, another special trio were destined to fight the darkness: Cloud Strife, Aerith Gainsborough and Zack Fair. Their journey involves monsters, wizards, mechanics, ninjas, plus the greatest of all nemeses: love and death. Even the greatest love stories can become tragedies in a heartbeat. KH/FF7/FF8/FF12/Disney. Epic like an epic thing.
Chapter Summary: 93: "Cloud's decisions haven't been a hundred percent sound lately. He may be working for the God of Death."
Excerpt:
Of all the people she has seen so far, Cid is the most changed. His back is crooked, his shoulders hunched, and his wrinkles could suffocate an elephant. Grizzled doesn't even cover it - Cid looks old. Still, he is smiling. Moreover, he is smiling at her, and that's enough to have her flying at him.
"Fucking hell! What the fuck? Since when do you hug people? Since when do you hug me?"
"Shut up, Old Fart. I'm pleased to see you. Deal with it."
"Yeah, well … get offa me before I put you through the wall."
"Like you even could." She releases him, still grinning like an idiot. It's exactly what she needs.
Cid scratches his head. "Damn, kid."
She grins more. "You got fleas or something? I wouldn't be surprised. You look totally gross." She pokes at the food stains on his shirt and the smear of oil across his forehead and hair - still blond, though shot through with grey when you got close enough to see it.
"You're one to talk. You really are a brat now."
"At least I'm not ancient. You smell like muscle liniment and cabbage."
"I'm old enough to get served in a tavern. How about you?"
"I'm … old enough. I just don't look it."
"Same difference. Would you like orange juice or some other boring non-alcoholic drink?"
She holds up an index finger, but her mouth flaps. "Okay, you win that round. But the war isn't over, mister."
It is so easy to slip back into bantering with him. Cid looks at her strangely. For a moment she thinks he is going to initiate a hug, which would be cool, if kind of pervy and icky and - gah! She struggles as he hooks an arm around her head and rubs his knuckles in her hair.
"No noogies! No noogies or I'll kick your butt from here to - !"
Cid laughs. It rumbles in his chest and makes her ear tingle. "Damn, kid. Damn." It's the closest he can get to an 'I missed you'. Though it doesn't take away the pain of being skilfully noogied, it does squash her plans of vengeance.
"Yeah." Her reply is muffled by his stinky armpit, which she will totally gripe about - at length - later, and is going to prompt a trip to his house to make sure living without Tifa around hasn't made him revert to his slovenly ways. "Damn, Cid."