a little catching up
Well here's the deal. Here I've been hanging around on LJ, commenting peoples work and updating my own share of goodies, but in doing so, I supposed I have neglected my actual journal. So here I will attempt to bunch everything together into one entry. If I forget anything, I'm sure I'll just slap it up here later. So here we go!
I've tried about two to three times now to put everything onto one entry but every time I update it only one story shows up. I got fustrated so I'm just going to do one at a time entries catching up on it all. If anyone knows what I might've been doing wrong, please let me know - thanks!
Here's the first one.
Title: Starlight
Author: reno-zotto
Pairing: CloudReno
Fandom: FF7
Theme: #1 starlight
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine
This is for the 101kisses challange, in which I decided I wanted to make it a story, with drabble sized chapters. This is the first chapter.
1. Starlight
It’s something he never gets tired of, a habit he’s grown used to. Cloud enjoys sitting under the stars and gazing up at their twinkling beauty, the only thing in existence that made it okay to feel a little small. Because that’s all we really are; small. Tiny little insignificant specs in a huge world.
And Cloud likes the solitude that comes with it. He comes out here to be alone, and no one ever bothers him when he sits in the open and looks upwards. Because the blue-black sky is enough company for him, the only one he wants at the moment, as he traces constellations with his eyes and waits for a shooting star to wish on.
On this particular night, he spots one, and he falls asleep soon after he mumbles his desire.
In his slumber he sees a blur of colors. People were merely fading outlines of light and dark tints without a face. They walked aimlessly through nothingness and he was among them, standing still and forced to be nothing but a spectator. In a flash everything froze and crumbled, bursts of flames erupted where the helpless people were just moments before.
He feels himself crying. Hot salty tears that he can’t seem to control. He knows these people. Names and features are nothing that he can recall, he just feels in his heart, his body, that he knows these people, loves them, and is losing them. Soon, all moves in slow motion, and something stands out among all else.
A blur among blurs, a little fuzzier than the rest, a graceful floating blob that slowly crept closer to him, through the frozen statues of the damned and over the debris. The only thing Cloud understands is the color red, for it is all he can register at the moment. It’s bright against the dull grays of everything else and nearly blinds him when it comes close enough to whisp a cool breath over him. The strangely beautiful ambiguity touched him then, gently and caring like a loving kiss, enough so that the blonde closes his eyes with ease. He feels no threat.
Something tenderly brushes his cheek and something is whispered into his ear but he can not understand, and has no time to. For he opens his eyes the next instant, and he is awake.
Cloud shakes his head and wonders how he had fallen asleep so suddenly, but tosses the notion aside and brings his blue eyes back up to the sky.
A kiss. A gentle touch is what he wishes for, one as soft and caressing as the one from his dream.
I've tried about two to three times now to put everything onto one entry but every time I update it only one story shows up. I got fustrated so I'm just going to do one at a time entries catching up on it all. If anyone knows what I might've been doing wrong, please let me know - thanks!
Here's the first one.
Title: Starlight
Author: reno-zotto
Pairing: CloudReno
Fandom: FF7
Theme: #1 starlight
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine
This is for the 101kisses challange, in which I decided I wanted to make it a story, with drabble sized chapters. This is the first chapter.
1. Starlight
It’s something he never gets tired of, a habit he’s grown used to. Cloud enjoys sitting under the stars and gazing up at their twinkling beauty, the only thing in existence that made it okay to feel a little small. Because that’s all we really are; small. Tiny little insignificant specs in a huge world.
And Cloud likes the solitude that comes with it. He comes out here to be alone, and no one ever bothers him when he sits in the open and looks upwards. Because the blue-black sky is enough company for him, the only one he wants at the moment, as he traces constellations with his eyes and waits for a shooting star to wish on.
On this particular night, he spots one, and he falls asleep soon after he mumbles his desire.
In his slumber he sees a blur of colors. People were merely fading outlines of light and dark tints without a face. They walked aimlessly through nothingness and he was among them, standing still and forced to be nothing but a spectator. In a flash everything froze and crumbled, bursts of flames erupted where the helpless people were just moments before.
He feels himself crying. Hot salty tears that he can’t seem to control. He knows these people. Names and features are nothing that he can recall, he just feels in his heart, his body, that he knows these people, loves them, and is losing them. Soon, all moves in slow motion, and something stands out among all else.
A blur among blurs, a little fuzzier than the rest, a graceful floating blob that slowly crept closer to him, through the frozen statues of the damned and over the debris. The only thing Cloud understands is the color red, for it is all he can register at the moment. It’s bright against the dull grays of everything else and nearly blinds him when it comes close enough to whisp a cool breath over him. The strangely beautiful ambiguity touched him then, gently and caring like a loving kiss, enough so that the blonde closes his eyes with ease. He feels no threat.
Something tenderly brushes his cheek and something is whispered into his ear but he can not understand, and has no time to. For he opens his eyes the next instant, and he is awake.
Cloud shakes his head and wonders how he had fallen asleep so suddenly, but tosses the notion aside and brings his blue eyes back up to the sky.
A kiss. A gentle touch is what he wishes for, one as soft and caressing as the one from his dream.