Glory and Victory
More torture of Aerith and Sephiroth in the KH universe.
Again, this doesn't happen at any specific time within the cannon plotline. I don't own the characters or setting.
"All life is a gamble," he said.
On principle I agreed with him, but just nodding would have given him the victory. Instead, I smiled at him and took a few steps away. I knew it would irritate him - this trust I showed him in turning my back towards him. Oh Sephiroth, how predictable you are at times!
With my back towards him still, I lifted a hand to touch my lips, blushing slightly at my thoughts.
He stepped closer, looming behind me. So dangerous.
Closing my eyes, I had to remind myself; I don't like him.
I don't.
I'm only here because... I want to understand him. You can dislike someone and understand them at the same time, right? Of course you can.
"Well?" he demanded, "What're you smiling about now?"
How easily he's irritated.
Poor man.
I turned to look up at him, "Nothing really. I just find life a beautiful experience. Like seeing a flower bloom."
"Flowers die," he replied flatly, his blue-green eyes half-lidded. Their flesh-rending powers only redoubled.
Boldly as I could, I met his gaze and smiled again. "And I'm smiling at you." I decided to ignore his quip about dying flowers. I refuse to let him push me around, herd my emotions into anger. For by remaining calm, I would win.
His expression changed - a subtle wrinkle at the corners of his eyes, flex of his jaw, and tightening of his cheeks. I'd upset him once more. Yet, no matter how many times I do that, he will not strike me.
That too, has me curious.
Yes, curiosity holds me here as much as anything. How murderer and victim could be civil towards each other, I don't know. Maybe it's just because I refuse to let the past taint my future? With Cloud and everyone else dragging their baggage behind them by chains - especially Cloud - I have to show them how to let go. Especially Cloud.
Maybe even Sephiroth, if he'd just listen to what I'm really saying instead of inferring insults into every word that drops from my lips.
"Do you find me funny then?" he asked, a sour tone leaking into his voice.
"You're like a flower too," I said. His eyes widened at that, shoulders setting in fury. "The petals of your ego so easily bruised and plucked off. Why do you give me that power?" I asked him, "Why do you give me the ability to tear you apart so easily?"
At last! Light entered his eyes instead of that smoldering darkness that frightens me so.
Taking a step back, he turned away. "You hold no such power over me," he told me.
Poor Sephiroth.
Shaking my head I felt that now was the appropriate time to tell him, "You can't lie to yourself forever."
Again, this doesn't happen at any specific time within the cannon plotline. I don't own the characters or setting.
"All life is a gamble," he said.
On principle I agreed with him, but just nodding would have given him the victory. Instead, I smiled at him and took a few steps away. I knew it would irritate him - this trust I showed him in turning my back towards him. Oh Sephiroth, how predictable you are at times!
With my back towards him still, I lifted a hand to touch my lips, blushing slightly at my thoughts.
He stepped closer, looming behind me. So dangerous.
Closing my eyes, I had to remind myself; I don't like him.
I don't.
I'm only here because... I want to understand him. You can dislike someone and understand them at the same time, right? Of course you can.
"Well?" he demanded, "What're you smiling about now?"
How easily he's irritated.
Poor man.
I turned to look up at him, "Nothing really. I just find life a beautiful experience. Like seeing a flower bloom."
"Flowers die," he replied flatly, his blue-green eyes half-lidded. Their flesh-rending powers only redoubled.
Boldly as I could, I met his gaze and smiled again. "And I'm smiling at you." I decided to ignore his quip about dying flowers. I refuse to let him push me around, herd my emotions into anger. For by remaining calm, I would win.
His expression changed - a subtle wrinkle at the corners of his eyes, flex of his jaw, and tightening of his cheeks. I'd upset him once more. Yet, no matter how many times I do that, he will not strike me.
That too, has me curious.
Yes, curiosity holds me here as much as anything. How murderer and victim could be civil towards each other, I don't know. Maybe it's just because I refuse to let the past taint my future? With Cloud and everyone else dragging their baggage behind them by chains - especially Cloud - I have to show them how to let go. Especially Cloud.
Maybe even Sephiroth, if he'd just listen to what I'm really saying instead of inferring insults into every word that drops from my lips.
"Do you find me funny then?" he asked, a sour tone leaking into his voice.
"You're like a flower too," I said. His eyes widened at that, shoulders setting in fury. "The petals of your ego so easily bruised and plucked off. Why do you give me that power?" I asked him, "Why do you give me the ability to tear you apart so easily?"
At last! Light entered his eyes instead of that smoldering darkness that frightens me so.
Taking a step back, he turned away. "You hold no such power over me," he told me.
Poor Sephiroth.
Shaking my head I felt that now was the appropriate time to tell him, "You can't lie to yourself forever."