Voiceless [CloudxTifa, G]
Title: Voiceless
Author/Artist: windrider1
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Prompt:Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Silence - If there were no words, no way to speak, I would still hear you.
Word Count:225
A/N: Late. So sorry. This also took a different direction than I planned, I hope the prompter still likes it. Takes place in-game Mideel.
Green.
Everything was phosphorous green and bright.
He hated green.
It reminded him of...something...?
Something...
Huh, he was sure he hated green for a reason, but he couldn't recall why. Come to think of it, he couldn't recall much of anything. Everything was so muddled and fleeting and the voices wouldn't shut up and let him think.
So many voices, yet none that he could hear. They swam around him in that sea of hated (he was sure he had a reason) green and filtered through him. They screamed at him.
They wanted him.
To take him.
Maybe he should just go with them? Maybe that was what he was supposed to do?
He didn't know, he couldn't remember. Why couldn't he just remember?
How had he gotten here? Where was here? Who was he?
Wait..who..? Who was he?
He didn't remember that either.
Oh well. Must not have been important.
He really wished the voices would shut up.
~Cloud...?~
Huh?
~...Cloud... help me...~
Was he Cloud?
That voice...it wasn't in his head, or in his ears, but inside. Somewhere deep.
He touched his chest and his heart kicked back, started to beat again. ~Tifa~
There. In his very core. That's where he felt it... felt her...Tifa...
And Tifa made him whole.
Made him Cloud!
The green swirled, flared and then receded and he was falling through endless black.
All the voices faded...all but one, and he closed his eyes.
~I'm coming, Tifa...I'll find you.~
Author/Artist: windrider1
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Prompt:Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Silence - If there were no words, no way to speak, I would still hear you.
Word Count:225
A/N: Late. So sorry. This also took a different direction than I planned, I hope the prompter still likes it. Takes place in-game Mideel.
Green.
Everything was phosphorous green and bright.
He hated green.
It reminded him of...something...?
Something...
Huh, he was sure he hated green for a reason, but he couldn't recall why. Come to think of it, he couldn't recall much of anything. Everything was so muddled and fleeting and the voices wouldn't shut up and let him think.
So many voices, yet none that he could hear. They swam around him in that sea of hated (he was sure he had a reason) green and filtered through him. They screamed at him.
They wanted him.
To take him.
Maybe he should just go with them? Maybe that was what he was supposed to do?
He didn't know, he couldn't remember. Why couldn't he just remember?
How had he gotten here? Where was here? Who was he?
Wait..who..? Who was he?
He didn't remember that either.
Oh well. Must not have been important.
He really wished the voices would shut up.
~Cloud...?~
Huh?
~...Cloud... help me...~
Was he Cloud?
That voice...it wasn't in his head, or in his ears, but inside. Somewhere deep.
He touched his chest and his heart kicked back, started to beat again. ~Tifa~
There. In his very core. That's where he felt it... felt her...Tifa...
And Tifa made him whole.
Made him Cloud!
The green swirled, flared and then receded and he was falling through endless black.
All the voices faded...all but one, and he closed his eyes.
~I'm coming, Tifa...I'll find you.~