013 | [She's gone...]
Mother...
[Silence...]
Mother...
[In case she didn't hear the first time...she can't shut him out though. Awareness clambered down that familiar thread of connection...]
...No....
[Nothing is there, like a great vine with it's fruit plucked away for the pleasure of the Planet]
The sudden realization like a kick to the groin, Sephiroth curled up tighter in the large bed in the master bedroom of the Chocobo Farm. Mother had gone. Whether it was her own devices, or if the Planet had reconsidered her not worth of being after such a brief spell with him one thing was certain - it hurt. His failures and all the reasons she might have gone knotted tightly together inside of his stomach like some great serpent which threatened to squeeze him into oblivion. So this is what guilt felt like. She wouldn't have just surrendered to the Planet. Would she?
Another failure, never a good enough son for you...
The day's light had just started to grace the horizon as Sephiroth pulled back the warm covers and simply lay there staring at the celing, listening with the full capacity of every sense. Sleep abandoned. Emerald eyes glinted almost with panic as metaphysically the Jenova cells tried in vain to locate their progenitor. Reunion instinct flared with this panic and then died quickly as there no longer any other half to what was their perfect union.
[Silence]
Bare feet did not even stop to dress as Sephiroth darted out of the master bedroom, he would tear this whole house apart if it would mean he could find some clue as to what happened. The door to Mother's favorite room, swung open as the breeze from the open window pushed it so. There, just in front of the window where she had liked to stand, was the proof required.
[Like a small campfire, still smoldering and smoking even though the fire had died in it. Green flames waved upwards and then vanished into nothingness at their tips. Lifestream. Pyreflies barely visible against the brightening horizon. I reached to grab one of them and it slipped through my fingers, just like Her...]
Wooden floor met knees heavily as Sephiroth fell from his great height, quite the fallen angel cast out of paradise. His face was buried in his hands as the tears came, hot and blinding as the sunlight that now crowned his magnificent silver head.
[ooc: Herewith my attempt at poetry mixing of the tenses in one entry, hope you all like it...]
[Silence...]
Mother...
[In case she didn't hear the first time...she can't shut him out though. Awareness clambered down that familiar thread of connection...]
...No....
[Nothing is there, like a great vine with it's fruit plucked away for the pleasure of the Planet]
The sudden realization like a kick to the groin, Sephiroth curled up tighter in the large bed in the master bedroom of the Chocobo Farm. Mother had gone. Whether it was her own devices, or if the Planet had reconsidered her not worth of being after such a brief spell with him one thing was certain - it hurt. His failures and all the reasons she might have gone knotted tightly together inside of his stomach like some great serpent which threatened to squeeze him into oblivion. So this is what guilt felt like. She wouldn't have just surrendered to the Planet. Would she?
Another failure, never a good enough son for you...
The day's light had just started to grace the horizon as Sephiroth pulled back the warm covers and simply lay there staring at the celing, listening with the full capacity of every sense. Sleep abandoned. Emerald eyes glinted almost with panic as metaphysically the Jenova cells tried in vain to locate their progenitor. Reunion instinct flared with this panic and then died quickly as there no longer any other half to what was their perfect union.
[Silence]
Bare feet did not even stop to dress as Sephiroth darted out of the master bedroom, he would tear this whole house apart if it would mean he could find some clue as to what happened. The door to Mother's favorite room, swung open as the breeze from the open window pushed it so. There, just in front of the window where she had liked to stand, was the proof required.
[Like a small campfire, still smoldering and smoking even though the fire had died in it. Green flames waved upwards and then vanished into nothingness at their tips. Lifestream. Pyreflies barely visible against the brightening horizon. I reached to grab one of them and it slipped through my fingers, just like Her...]
Wooden floor met knees heavily as Sephiroth fell from his great height, quite the fallen angel cast out of paradise. His face was buried in his hands as the tears came, hot and blinding as the sunlight that now crowned his magnificent silver head.
[ooc: Herewith my attempt at poetry mixing of the tenses in one entry, hope you all like it...]