Seph/Cloud drabbles for http://sin-delight.livejournal.com/
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[Sephiroth/Cloud-Maybe they can defy the odds]
The stats on SOLDIER relationships were not good. In the past six months alone there had been nine very nasty very public breakups, each ended up televised, with only one tank destroyed, by Luxiere when his girl decided she wanted a florist. The gossip rags loved it, and the Medical department just sighed, scheduling yet another psych eval.
Sephiroth smiled, looking down at the small blond he called his own. The odds of this relationship lasting more than a few weeks was already at twelve to one in the Turks betting pool. The general highly doubted that the knew who they were dealing with. They never factored in Clouds sheer stubborn nature. The odds were twelve to one. In a few weeks they would be fifty to one.
Maybe they could defy those odds, and make their own.
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[Sephiroth-Paperwork]
“Not. Another. Sheet.” Angeal blinked, looking up at Sephiroth. The man was glaring at the stack of papers on his desk. Arms crossed, hipshot.
“Beg pardon?” the large man asked, arching an eyebrow. Sephiroth was in fine form this morning it seemed.
“I am not doing ANOTHER sheet of that bloody busywork until I’ve had my lunchtime cuddle!” he snarled, almost ready to call Masamune. Angeal blinked. His puzzlement was ended when his own student blew into the room, a cadet under his arm.
“Sorry, General” Zack said, saluting lazily. “Got Caught in the Mess hall crunch. Those secretaries may be cute, but they are brutal.” he said, passing the cadet to Sephiroth, who promptly wrapped his strong arms around the blond. Cloud giggled, cuddling back. Zack just grabbed Angeals arm, dragging him out into the hall.
“Don’t ask” he said with a serious look. “And never ever tell.”
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[Sephiroth-Chains]
Screaming. That’s all Sephiroth could hear inside his skull as his body moved. His screams, mothers screams, they all sort of blended into a bloody mess and he wanted to just pass out. He knew that somewhere his body was moving, but here, wrapped in mental chains, all he could do was struggle. Mother was in charge now, she’d said. And Sephiroth had fought so hard to get it back.
And before too long he could see yet another form, chained in place like him, blond hair and blue eyes streaked with blood, and Sephiroth wept. Another one had fallen to the madman who held council with Jenova.
And when Cloud looked into his eyes, sick understanding there, he screamed again, this time in chorus with another soul stolen by Mother.
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[Cloud-Rewritten]
Hojo looked over the clipboard in front of him, looking at the floating figure. The little blond had curled up in the tank, sustained only by mako now. It was almost as if he was an unborn child now, drifting in the Planets blood, nourished by it. The observation made him laugh a bit, before moving on. In the next tank was a much more lively specimen, and the brunette swore at him, still hooked up on the air tubes. Those would be moved soon enough, and he injected a red fluid into the mako feed to the tank.
And inside the still tank, the Planet rewrote the one who would be her champion.
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[Sephiroth-Sky]
Seven years old. That was how old he was when the Company wanted a field test. The small silverling was shoved into an itchy uniform, his hair forcefully cropped about his ears, and a sword shoved into his hands. Just before he was shoved out of a helicopter on top of a dragon. Hojo had been pissed, but the small boy had done his best.
And that evening, curled in his cold room, uniform folded on the medical tray, his nightly mako drip done, Sephiroth smiled.
He had seen the sky.
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[Sephiroth-Drastic]
Zack looked at the man sitting in the hospital hallway, face concerned. Sephiroth had been there ever since the morning Cloud had come in with mako poisoning, and he didn’t know how or when it had happened. Apparently his body had been dosed, and needed more. It was an unfortunate fact that his body could not handle processed mako at all, and therefore needed an organic filter, by way of a person.
Sephiroth had volunteered.
So he sat here, face pressed into cool tile, fifty ccs of raw mako coursing through his body to be purified for Cloud. Angeal had pitched a fit earlier, and Zack remembered what the silver man had said. And even now he mouthed the words as he changed the cold compress on the back of Sephiroths neck. The silver man groaned a thanks even as his body burned.
“There’s nothing irrational about doing something drastic for someone you love.”
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[Cloud-Birthday]
The melody coming out of the small room was haunting at best, heartbreaking at worst. It was the song of a man who had lost everything, and was slowly loosing his mind on top of it. Vincent Valentine stared out the window, listening to Cloud sing softly. The small blond man had locked himself in the room today, needing time alone. The fact that they were in Midgar almost made it worse.
“And may all your dreams come true…” Cloud trailed off now, and Vincent left the hallway, going back down to the bar. He Didn’t need to hear the choked off sobs. He even knew the reason, if others didn’t.
“Happy birthday, Sephiroth.” he murmured.
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[Sephiroth-Peace]
Jenova smiled up at the sky, the wide streak of the Meteor turning the sky itself into a scarlet rain. It was beautiful to his addled mind, and he had to laugh, hands raised above his head, his hands clenched into fists. The Calamity smiled even wider, showing sharp teeth while the magic worked.
Then the power erupted. Holy, white magic, a barrier of a magnitude comparable to the falling planetoid. Jenova laughed then, a wide bloody scream of evil mirth as her will was wrought. The being inhabiting the copy of her Son never saw it coming.
The reactors were the first things to go. The raw Lifestream welled up, coiling and burning, heading for the falling rock. One, a tendril coming from the far north, deviated from its course. Sephiroth, encased in green, his eyes bright and his body poised, headed right for Jenovas stolen body.
The being screamed as it was cut down, and with the lifestreams last swell, Sephiroth smiled at last. Blue eyes stared as the figure dissolved, at peace.
Jenova would rise again, but Sephiroth, the man, was no more.
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[Sephiroth-Soul]
The silver man paused in the hallway, seeing a small blond man holding a set of papers. His hands were shaking, and he knew that bad news must be on the dispatch. The blond sank to the floor, and Sephiroth stepped back, seeing the words. SOLDIER application, denied.
“Consider yourself lucky.” he said softly, and the blond head jerked up. Sephiroth didn’t meet his eyes, but he knew they were a luminous blue. “SOLDIER is not all it’s cracked up to be.” he started to move, and he heard the youth stand, smelled the curiosity at his words.
“You still get to have a soul.”
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[Cloud-Silver]
It had been exquisite. Sephiroths soft hair had enveloped him, wrapping him close, shielding him from the world. Soft words had contrasted to his sharp thrusts, and Cloud knew that Sephiroth wanted to take his time, but couldn’t. In less than an hour he had to be at the reactor, while Cloud canvassed the town, gathering information and gossip.
Neither one knew that in less than an hour, the world as they knew it would fall apart. They couldn’t know that Hojo was landing his helicopter on the ridge above Clouds childhood home, or that more soldiers were being trucked up. For now, Sephiroth just enjoyed his lover, and Cloud held on tight, swept away in sensation and silver hair.
To everyone who bid, offered, and donated: You guys rock. And sitting here looking at the hard data, I can't help but cry a little. So many people came together so fast, and in the space of a week we have done so much. Here's to the power of the people, and the good we can do en masse. I'm proud to say that I was part of this massive undertaking, and that I sincerely thank all of you for your hard work, and your kind thoughts.
STOP! drabbletime!
[Sephiroth/Cloud-Maybe they can defy the odds]
The stats on SOLDIER relationships were not good. In the past six months alone there had been nine very nasty very public breakups, each ended up televised, with only one tank destroyed, by Luxiere when his girl decided she wanted a florist. The gossip rags loved it, and the Medical department just sighed, scheduling yet another psych eval.
Sephiroth smiled, looking down at the small blond he called his own. The odds of this relationship lasting more than a few weeks was already at twelve to one in the Turks betting pool. The general highly doubted that the knew who they were dealing with. They never factored in Clouds sheer stubborn nature. The odds were twelve to one. In a few weeks they would be fifty to one.
Maybe they could defy those odds, and make their own.
-----------------------------------------------------
[Sephiroth-Paperwork]
“Not. Another. Sheet.” Angeal blinked, looking up at Sephiroth. The man was glaring at the stack of papers on his desk. Arms crossed, hipshot.
“Beg pardon?” the large man asked, arching an eyebrow. Sephiroth was in fine form this morning it seemed.
“I am not doing ANOTHER sheet of that bloody busywork until I’ve had my lunchtime cuddle!” he snarled, almost ready to call Masamune. Angeal blinked. His puzzlement was ended when his own student blew into the room, a cadet under his arm.
“Sorry, General” Zack said, saluting lazily. “Got Caught in the Mess hall crunch. Those secretaries may be cute, but they are brutal.” he said, passing the cadet to Sephiroth, who promptly wrapped his strong arms around the blond. Cloud giggled, cuddling back. Zack just grabbed Angeals arm, dragging him out into the hall.
“Don’t ask” he said with a serious look. “And never ever tell.”
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[Sephiroth-Chains]
Screaming. That’s all Sephiroth could hear inside his skull as his body moved. His screams, mothers screams, they all sort of blended into a bloody mess and he wanted to just pass out. He knew that somewhere his body was moving, but here, wrapped in mental chains, all he could do was struggle. Mother was in charge now, she’d said. And Sephiroth had fought so hard to get it back.
And before too long he could see yet another form, chained in place like him, blond hair and blue eyes streaked with blood, and Sephiroth wept. Another one had fallen to the madman who held council with Jenova.
And when Cloud looked into his eyes, sick understanding there, he screamed again, this time in chorus with another soul stolen by Mother.
----------------------------------------------------------
[Cloud-Rewritten]
Hojo looked over the clipboard in front of him, looking at the floating figure. The little blond had curled up in the tank, sustained only by mako now. It was almost as if he was an unborn child now, drifting in the Planets blood, nourished by it. The observation made him laugh a bit, before moving on. In the next tank was a much more lively specimen, and the brunette swore at him, still hooked up on the air tubes. Those would be moved soon enough, and he injected a red fluid into the mako feed to the tank.
And inside the still tank, the Planet rewrote the one who would be her champion.
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[Sephiroth-Sky]
Seven years old. That was how old he was when the Company wanted a field test. The small silverling was shoved into an itchy uniform, his hair forcefully cropped about his ears, and a sword shoved into his hands. Just before he was shoved out of a helicopter on top of a dragon. Hojo had been pissed, but the small boy had done his best.
And that evening, curled in his cold room, uniform folded on the medical tray, his nightly mako drip done, Sephiroth smiled.
He had seen the sky.
------------------------------------------------------------------
[Sephiroth-Drastic]
Zack looked at the man sitting in the hospital hallway, face concerned. Sephiroth had been there ever since the morning Cloud had come in with mako poisoning, and he didn’t know how or when it had happened. Apparently his body had been dosed, and needed more. It was an unfortunate fact that his body could not handle processed mako at all, and therefore needed an organic filter, by way of a person.
Sephiroth had volunteered.
So he sat here, face pressed into cool tile, fifty ccs of raw mako coursing through his body to be purified for Cloud. Angeal had pitched a fit earlier, and Zack remembered what the silver man had said. And even now he mouthed the words as he changed the cold compress on the back of Sephiroths neck. The silver man groaned a thanks even as his body burned.
“There’s nothing irrational about doing something drastic for someone you love.”
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[Cloud-Birthday]
The melody coming out of the small room was haunting at best, heartbreaking at worst. It was the song of a man who had lost everything, and was slowly loosing his mind on top of it. Vincent Valentine stared out the window, listening to Cloud sing softly. The small blond man had locked himself in the room today, needing time alone. The fact that they were in Midgar almost made it worse.
“And may all your dreams come true…” Cloud trailed off now, and Vincent left the hallway, going back down to the bar. He Didn’t need to hear the choked off sobs. He even knew the reason, if others didn’t.
“Happy birthday, Sephiroth.” he murmured.
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[Sephiroth-Peace]
Jenova smiled up at the sky, the wide streak of the Meteor turning the sky itself into a scarlet rain. It was beautiful to his addled mind, and he had to laugh, hands raised above his head, his hands clenched into fists. The Calamity smiled even wider, showing sharp teeth while the magic worked.
Then the power erupted. Holy, white magic, a barrier of a magnitude comparable to the falling planetoid. Jenova laughed then, a wide bloody scream of evil mirth as her will was wrought. The being inhabiting the copy of her Son never saw it coming.
The reactors were the first things to go. The raw Lifestream welled up, coiling and burning, heading for the falling rock. One, a tendril coming from the far north, deviated from its course. Sephiroth, encased in green, his eyes bright and his body poised, headed right for Jenovas stolen body.
The being screamed as it was cut down, and with the lifestreams last swell, Sephiroth smiled at last. Blue eyes stared as the figure dissolved, at peace.
Jenova would rise again, but Sephiroth, the man, was no more.
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[Sephiroth-Soul]
The silver man paused in the hallway, seeing a small blond man holding a set of papers. His hands were shaking, and he knew that bad news must be on the dispatch. The blond sank to the floor, and Sephiroth stepped back, seeing the words. SOLDIER application, denied.
“Consider yourself lucky.” he said softly, and the blond head jerked up. Sephiroth didn’t meet his eyes, but he knew they were a luminous blue. “SOLDIER is not all it’s cracked up to be.” he started to move, and he heard the youth stand, smelled the curiosity at his words.
“You still get to have a soul.”
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[Cloud-Silver]
It had been exquisite. Sephiroths soft hair had enveloped him, wrapping him close, shielding him from the world. Soft words had contrasted to his sharp thrusts, and Cloud knew that Sephiroth wanted to take his time, but couldn’t. In less than an hour he had to be at the reactor, while Cloud canvassed the town, gathering information and gossip.
Neither one knew that in less than an hour, the world as they knew it would fall apart. They couldn’t know that Hojo was landing his helicopter on the ridge above Clouds childhood home, or that more soldiers were being trucked up. For now, Sephiroth just enjoyed his lover, and Cloud held on tight, swept away in sensation and silver hair.