An Understanding In Misery (FF7: DoC [PG-13])
Title: An Understanding In Misery
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Barret/Lucrecia
Summary: Cause him and her--they're both alike.
Notes: This is entirely
eowynjedi's fault. I would whore Barret with a stick just to get some Barret fic.
I….I’m so sorry
Barret looks up at the frozen, crystal woman. He didn’t want to come here, didn’t mean to come in-but he heard her words. And isn’t that fucked up? They’re not even for him. They’re for another man, the one outside with Shelke who can’t stop cursing himself for what he didn’t do-and yet Barret hears the words.
And they echo in his own heart.
He’s so sorry too. For Myrna. For Corel. For the Mako Reactors. For everything he’s done in his life that’s ever been wrong-from killing his best friend to being born. He’s so sorry too.
“Aw #$@*&^!” he screams and raises his arm, hand turning into a gun to fire in an angry blaze. He stops as he realizes he’s aiming at her though. There’s a crystal tear sliding down her cheek. He calms himself.
“Everybody’s got stuff they’re sorry for, “ he grumbles-more to himself than her. “But…#$@$....ya just gotta say a few swears and move on, ya know?”
He looks up at her-she’s so pretty-and wishes a moment he could touch her. Hold her hand and show her the way to get through life-to make up for all the bad shit people just do by existing and shit. But he can’t. Cause she’s so sorry and he’s so sorry and-
“@$##$...” He mutters and turns away. He glances back. “Jus’….say a few swears , curse out the whole damn world and then do what you gotta do. We all gotta move on and make up for what we been doing that’s wrong,” he says.
…I…tried…I’m so sorry……
Barret shrugs his shoulders, trying to shake away the feeling that she gets him, that she hears him, that she’s not really locked away like Vincent says she is. Otherwise it’s too damn strange, giving advice to someone on life and shit. Still…
“Ya jus’ gotta keep tryin’. An’ when you’re ready to try again…I’ll be waitin’ for ya! We can all try together,” he says and he’s going soft-what’s this afterschool special shit he’s spouting? But it’s true and-
“I’ll be waiting for you,” he promises.
Cause him and her-they’re both alike. Screwed over everyone they loved and half the people whose only crime was to meet them-they got to give back for these sins some time.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Dirge of Cerberus
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Barret/Lucrecia
Summary: Cause him and her--they're both alike.
Notes: This is entirely
eowynjedi's fault. I would whore Barret with a stick just to get some Barret fic.
I….I’m so sorry
Barret looks up at the frozen, crystal woman. He didn’t want to come here, didn’t mean to come in-but he heard her words. And isn’t that fucked up? They’re not even for him. They’re for another man, the one outside with Shelke who can’t stop cursing himself for what he didn’t do-and yet Barret hears the words.
And they echo in his own heart.
He’s so sorry too. For Myrna. For Corel. For the Mako Reactors. For everything he’s done in his life that’s ever been wrong-from killing his best friend to being born. He’s so sorry too.
“Aw #$@*&^!” he screams and raises his arm, hand turning into a gun to fire in an angry blaze. He stops as he realizes he’s aiming at her though. There’s a crystal tear sliding down her cheek. He calms himself.
“Everybody’s got stuff they’re sorry for, “ he grumbles-more to himself than her. “But…#$@$....ya just gotta say a few swears and move on, ya know?”
He looks up at her-she’s so pretty-and wishes a moment he could touch her. Hold her hand and show her the way to get through life-to make up for all the bad shit people just do by existing and shit. But he can’t. Cause she’s so sorry and he’s so sorry and-
“@$##$...” He mutters and turns away. He glances back. “Jus’….say a few swears , curse out the whole damn world and then do what you gotta do. We all gotta move on and make up for what we been doing that’s wrong,” he says.
…I…tried…I’m so sorry……
Barret shrugs his shoulders, trying to shake away the feeling that she gets him, that she hears him, that she’s not really locked away like Vincent says she is. Otherwise it’s too damn strange, giving advice to someone on life and shit. Still…
“Ya jus’ gotta keep tryin’. An’ when you’re ready to try again…I’ll be waitin’ for ya! We can all try together,” he says and he’s going soft-what’s this afterschool special shit he’s spouting? But it’s true and-
“I’ll be waiting for you,” he promises.
Cause him and her-they’re both alike. Screwed over everyone they loved and half the people whose only crime was to meet them-they got to give back for these sins some time.