Huge monster post :)
Nibelheim burns.
The flames flare high in the night, painting the dark sky with the colors of destruction, shadowing the stars. The sky is clear, weeping a thousand diamond tears at the horridly breathtaking scenery.
Blue eyes shining from under long lashes, daring, taunting, smug.
Long silver hair weaving in the cold, crystal wind rushing down from the peaks where he knows the reactor is as if in greeting, illuminated by the light of silver and red, he stands on a cliff overlooking the valley.
Motionless.
Red gloved hand balling into a fist, bringing a fire to life that matches that of the blue mako eyes.
Nibelheim burns.
The fire swallows the homes one by one, the flames roaring, twirling in a thousand shades of crimson and gold, dancing over the the roofs like it has a life on its own, scorching, destructive, untameable beauty.
Red hair lit by the light of the just waking morning sun.
So ambiguous, it gives warmth, light, protection, but it burns, destroys too… So captivating it’s easy to forget how dangerous it really is, how disorderly, and the cat-like green eyes are fixed on its deadly dance.
Emotionless.
Shining red crown of hair tainted with streaks of ashen grey.
Nibelheim burns.
He watches as the small town is slowly being consumed, turning black, darker than the night surrounding it until only the red of the embers will glow faintly between the remains, and once it’s gone, there will be nothing left but ruins and smoke…
Skin, once flawless, ivory skin washed white, fading like the grey of smoke, like the morning mist in the autumn meadows.
He turns and leaves without a backward glance. The night is closing its end and there is still much to do. No past is important on this path, it’s only the future that matters.
In the empty darkness of the night, Nibelheim burns.
Title: So Cold
Pairing: implied Seph/Gen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Same disclaimer applies.
Word count: ~360
Warning: just the usual angsting
"Show me how it ends it's alright" - Breaking Benjamin (So Cold)
Then and there, you stood above me, and I thought this was the end, and there was something oddly reassuring in the fact that it would be your hand ending all this misery… But you didn’t. Your hand never trembling, eyes forever unreadable, you didn’t deliver the final blow. Why?
It would be so convenient to say it was because somewhere inside your heart there is still a part that hadn’t forsaken me completely… Oh, pretty dreams of a child. Yes, once… Once I knew I had a place there, once, that time seems so far away like the stars above my head… Do you look up at the stars like I do and remember the time you held me and said ’forever’?
How long is forever? Once, once I believed forever never ended, and I remember those days with the taste of honey in my mouth. We were friends, brothers in arms swearing loyalty to each other above everyone else, perpetual rivals in war and chained together in love. It all seems so long ago…
What are we now? All I know is that when I saw you I felt so much hatred I could’ve killed you for leaving me to die like a disowned dog… Your betrayal hurt me more than the cursed knowledge of what I’ve become. How could you? From everything when did I become nothing? I wish I could hide my face forever… We are nothing what we used to be. Are we enemies then? Yet you didn’t kill me when you had the chance… I can’t read you anymore. Could I ever?
So many questions without answer, I can’t even figure myself out. If we are enemies now, why is this strange void inside me I forget about when you throw old teasings as real offences into my face? Why is it your voice chills me to the bone, so deeply familiar and yet so very alien in its icy smoothness? When you stood above me, eyes cold and merciless like the blade of your precious Masamune pressing into the skin of my throat, turning away without drawing blood, why did I feel like crying?
The flames flare high in the night, painting the dark sky with the colors of destruction, shadowing the stars. The sky is clear, weeping a thousand diamond tears at the horridly breathtaking scenery.
Blue eyes shining from under long lashes, daring, taunting, smug.
Long silver hair weaving in the cold, crystal wind rushing down from the peaks where he knows the reactor is as if in greeting, illuminated by the light of silver and red, he stands on a cliff overlooking the valley.
Motionless.
Red gloved hand balling into a fist, bringing a fire to life that matches that of the blue mako eyes.
Nibelheim burns.
The fire swallows the homes one by one, the flames roaring, twirling in a thousand shades of crimson and gold, dancing over the the roofs like it has a life on its own, scorching, destructive, untameable beauty.
Red hair lit by the light of the just waking morning sun.
So ambiguous, it gives warmth, light, protection, but it burns, destroys too… So captivating it’s easy to forget how dangerous it really is, how disorderly, and the cat-like green eyes are fixed on its deadly dance.
Emotionless.
Shining red crown of hair tainted with streaks of ashen grey.
Nibelheim burns.
He watches as the small town is slowly being consumed, turning black, darker than the night surrounding it until only the red of the embers will glow faintly between the remains, and once it’s gone, there will be nothing left but ruins and smoke…
Skin, once flawless, ivory skin washed white, fading like the grey of smoke, like the morning mist in the autumn meadows.
He turns and leaves without a backward glance. The night is closing its end and there is still much to do. No past is important on this path, it’s only the future that matters.
In the empty darkness of the night, Nibelheim burns.
Title: So Cold
Pairing: implied Seph/Gen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Same disclaimer applies.
Word count: ~360
Warning: just the usual angsting
"Show me how it ends it's alright" - Breaking Benjamin (So Cold)
Then and there, you stood above me, and I thought this was the end, and there was something oddly reassuring in the fact that it would be your hand ending all this misery… But you didn’t. Your hand never trembling, eyes forever unreadable, you didn’t deliver the final blow. Why?
It would be so convenient to say it was because somewhere inside your heart there is still a part that hadn’t forsaken me completely… Oh, pretty dreams of a child. Yes, once… Once I knew I had a place there, once, that time seems so far away like the stars above my head… Do you look up at the stars like I do and remember the time you held me and said ’forever’?
How long is forever? Once, once I believed forever never ended, and I remember those days with the taste of honey in my mouth. We were friends, brothers in arms swearing loyalty to each other above everyone else, perpetual rivals in war and chained together in love. It all seems so long ago…
What are we now? All I know is that when I saw you I felt so much hatred I could’ve killed you for leaving me to die like a disowned dog… Your betrayal hurt me more than the cursed knowledge of what I’ve become. How could you? From everything when did I become nothing? I wish I could hide my face forever… We are nothing what we used to be. Are we enemies then? Yet you didn’t kill me when you had the chance… I can’t read you anymore. Could I ever?
So many questions without answer, I can’t even figure myself out. If we are enemies now, why is this strange void inside me I forget about when you throw old teasings as real offences into my face? Why is it your voice chills me to the bone, so deeply familiar and yet so very alien in its icy smoothness? When you stood above me, eyes cold and merciless like the blade of your precious Masamune pressing into the skin of my throat, turning away without drawing blood, why did I feel like crying?