Wutaiverse Update
*crawls out from under blanket*
Yarg.
Don't ask. Here's fic, enjoy.
Title: 1987 - 18 - The Whacking Stick
Author: Scrolls
Rating: PG-13?
Fandom/Pairing: FF7/None (eventual Aeris/Cloud/Sephiroth/Zack)
Disclaimer: SqaureEnix Owns, I'm just having some fun.
Notes: Not even Freude could decipher this girl!
Summary: What if Momma Strife had taken Cloud and Aeris and gone to Wutai, what would be the same, and what would be different?
Constructive criticism will be hugged while flames will be used to line the bunny hutch.
Enjoy Ladies and Gentlemen.
1987 - 18 - The Whacking Stick
“I dub thee, Que-Tip the Whacking Stick!” Aeris stood, holding the small branch as if presenting Cloud with some great and powerful weapon.
Cloud blinked at her once,
Twice,
And fell over laughing.
Aeris lasted only a few moments more before joining him in helpless laughter.
Meryl couldn’t help the smile spreading across her face as she watched the pair, count on Aeris to say just the right thing to get Cloud to laugh.
The sound of silk brushing wood heralded Ifalna coming up beside her, neither woman said anything; Meryl because she knew she would be ignored, Ifalna because the anger ran too deep.
Their last day on the boat Ifalna had established that while she may have been grateful for the rescue, she could never forgive Meryl for the lives she and her daughter had lead while in Shinra hands.
And Meryl was fine with that, odds were she’d feel the same if Cloud had suffered Hojo’s whims.
Fortunately, while Ifalna was coldly civil to Meryl she was just as warm to cloud as she was Aeris, in fact it was because of her sons friendship that she was allowed in Ifalna’s home at all.
She really should be calling Cloud in, at this rate it would be well after the lamp-lighters had come and gone by the time they returned to their rooms for the night. Instead, she waited for their current play to end. There would be plenty of nights were she’d have to interrupt; tonight she could wait her turn.
“Que-Tip Swing-and-Miss Attack!”
It also gave her plenty of time to ponder how Aeris came up with some of her games.
*goes to curl back under her blanket*
Good Night Folks.
Yarg.
Don't ask. Here's fic, enjoy.
Title: 1987 - 18 - The Whacking Stick
Author: Scrolls
Rating: PG-13?
Fandom/Pairing: FF7/None (eventual Aeris/Cloud/Sephiroth/Zack)
Disclaimer: SqaureEnix Owns, I'm just having some fun.
Notes: Not even Freude could decipher this girl!
Summary: What if Momma Strife had taken Cloud and Aeris and gone to Wutai, what would be the same, and what would be different?
Constructive criticism will be hugged while flames will be used to line the bunny hutch.
Enjoy Ladies and Gentlemen.
1987 - 18 - The Whacking Stick
“I dub thee, Que-Tip the Whacking Stick!” Aeris stood, holding the small branch as if presenting Cloud with some great and powerful weapon.
Cloud blinked at her once,
Twice,
And fell over laughing.
Aeris lasted only a few moments more before joining him in helpless laughter.
Meryl couldn’t help the smile spreading across her face as she watched the pair, count on Aeris to say just the right thing to get Cloud to laugh.
The sound of silk brushing wood heralded Ifalna coming up beside her, neither woman said anything; Meryl because she knew she would be ignored, Ifalna because the anger ran too deep.
Their last day on the boat Ifalna had established that while she may have been grateful for the rescue, she could never forgive Meryl for the lives she and her daughter had lead while in Shinra hands.
And Meryl was fine with that, odds were she’d feel the same if Cloud had suffered Hojo’s whims.
Fortunately, while Ifalna was coldly civil to Meryl she was just as warm to cloud as she was Aeris, in fact it was because of her sons friendship that she was allowed in Ifalna’s home at all.
She really should be calling Cloud in, at this rate it would be well after the lamp-lighters had come and gone by the time they returned to their rooms for the night. Instead, she waited for their current play to end. There would be plenty of nights were she’d have to interrupt; tonight she could wait her turn.
“Que-Tip Swing-and-Miss Attack!”
It also gave her plenty of time to ponder how Aeris came up with some of her games.
*goes to curl back under her blanket*
Good Night Folks.