Moonlit Night, Eyes So Bright
Who: Dio (
firefly_keeper ) & Sephiroth (1stclassgeneral )
When: before Dio's panic attack and after Sephiroth's experimentations with Zach and Cloud
Where: in the asylum gardens
Rating: Um, PG-13 for safety
Summary: Dio is out in the garden and a tall silver stranger joins him
Warnings: Dio being himself and same from Sephiroth. Nothing bad.
The asylum gardens were usually quiet most of the time, but Dio had a habit of being loud in order to fill the dark silences. It wasn't that he didn't respect the sanctity of places, it was just that he hated the quiet, the heaviness that settled when there was no sound. So his feet crunched on the gravel paths as he twirled through the gardens, his lips pursing as he made the small van ships human throats were capable of producing.
In his hands he grasped a paper sculpture of a van ship (though rather crude and nothing like the sleek, beautiful machines that slid through the sky like it water and they were fish), holding it up high in his hand and carving a path through the stars, the moon a giant island among the sea of dark night they sat in.
Even enclosed as it was, he loved staring up at the clear sky. He wished more than ever to be up there, flying through it and reaching to touch the starts that seemed so much closer than from down here - like glittering stones rather than pinpricks in a vast, dark canvas. He longed to feel a breeze through his hair, the thrill of plummeting only to level out and race back up again. Sometimes he even imagined he could touch the moon. But he knew when to count his blessings, and he took this small sanctuary as one.
"Flying, flying~" he sang to himself as he danced beneath the moon and stars, turning his pale white hair silver. "Flying away~"
firefly_keeper ) & Sephiroth (1stclassgeneral )
When: before Dio's panic attack and after Sephiroth's experimentations with Zach and Cloud
Where: in the asylum gardens
Rating: Um, PG-13 for safety
Summary: Dio is out in the garden and a tall silver stranger joins him
Warnings: Dio being himself and same from Sephiroth. Nothing bad.
The asylum gardens were usually quiet most of the time, but Dio had a habit of being loud in order to fill the dark silences. It wasn't that he didn't respect the sanctity of places, it was just that he hated the quiet, the heaviness that settled when there was no sound. So his feet crunched on the gravel paths as he twirled through the gardens, his lips pursing as he made the small van ships human throats were capable of producing.
In his hands he grasped a paper sculpture of a van ship (though rather crude and nothing like the sleek, beautiful machines that slid through the sky like it water and they were fish), holding it up high in his hand and carving a path through the stars, the moon a giant island among the sea of dark night they sat in.
Even enclosed as it was, he loved staring up at the clear sky. He wished more than ever to be up there, flying through it and reaching to touch the starts that seemed so much closer than from down here - like glittering stones rather than pinpricks in a vast, dark canvas. He longed to feel a breeze through his hair, the thrill of plummeting only to level out and race back up again. Sometimes he even imagined he could touch the moon. But he knew when to count his blessings, and he took this small sanctuary as one.
"Flying, flying~" he sang to himself as he danced beneath the moon and stars, turning his pale white hair silver. "Flying away~"