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Okay sevre hit of depression today. So I wrote stuff... normally it's Seto I angst with, but he's too busy being molested by his brother to come to the muse right now, so sorry Auron, it your turn to suffer.
This took ten minutes so expect spelling blips, general abuse of grammar and a depressive attitude.
Title: Sin
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Auron / Sin
For:
30_fantasies
Theme: 24) Weapon
Notes: Spoilers - Aurons POV - Yes a POV story, I was fairly depressively brave. Short too.
Sin.
In all its grotesque glory, is displaying its shadow across Zanarkand.
The population’s erupting into panic as buildings crumble. Screams break the air and people flee, desperate to save their nothingness.
Sin.
Above me now, a sea of calm as I gaze up to it, not wanting to call Sin ‘him’, not really wanting to accept, but knowing soon I’ll have to.
“We call it Sin.”
No need to run, we’re all dead men walking, no way out, no-one escapes, its pointless to run. It’s everything we fear, everything that corrupts us. It just takes and takes and then it leaves. I hate myself for missing it, for missing Spira.
Sin.
So familiar, readying itself for playing out the same story with a new cast. Placing the pieces on the chess board and hoping for checkmate. The bringer of death wishing for death, the irony is not lost to me, nor is my own hypocritical nature.
Sin.
Close now, it’s all starting; a salute, a final goodbye to a friend, to make it easier to step forward from here. It’s not him anymore. It’s nothingness, its corruption, poison and abhorrence.
Sin; the weapon of Yevon.
This took ten minutes so expect spelling blips, general abuse of grammar and a depressive attitude.
Title: Sin
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Auron / Sin
For:
30_fantasies
Theme: 24) Weapon
Notes: Spoilers - Aurons POV - Yes a POV story, I was fairly depressively brave. Short too.
Sin.
In all its grotesque glory, is displaying its shadow across Zanarkand.
The population’s erupting into panic as buildings crumble. Screams break the air and people flee, desperate to save their nothingness.
Sin.
Above me now, a sea of calm as I gaze up to it, not wanting to call Sin ‘him’, not really wanting to accept, but knowing soon I’ll have to.
“We call it Sin.”
No need to run, we’re all dead men walking, no way out, no-one escapes, its pointless to run. It’s everything we fear, everything that corrupts us. It just takes and takes and then it leaves. I hate myself for missing it, for missing Spira.
Sin.
So familiar, readying itself for playing out the same story with a new cast. Placing the pieces on the chess board and hoping for checkmate. The bringer of death wishing for death, the irony is not lost to me, nor is my own hypocritical nature.
Sin.
Close now, it’s all starting; a salute, a final goodbye to a friend, to make it easier to step forward from here. It’s not him anymore. It’s nothingness, its corruption, poison and abhorrence.
Sin; the weapon of Yevon.