omnichallenge 2 again ^^;
I think I'm on a writing roll. Sorry for the double post, but -
three moments in the life of Strife (#1 - Child, #18 - Adult, #30 - Turning Thirty)
and wall(market)flower (#28 - Dress)
two fanfictions
by
glacial_phoenix
three moments in the life of Strife
[number one - c h i l d]
You were cute then, she says,
you had that fluffy chocobo hair even then.
I remember you, trailing around like a
shadow, except that shadows don’t have
fluffy blond chocobo hair. I always saw you
around. I wondered why you
wouldn’t come in, but I never asked
cause Father said you were a troublemaker. But -
you never said hi, or anything, you just
hung
back.
I know, he says. I think I was a very stupid child back then.
[number eighteen - a d u l t]
”Where’s Spike-head?” demands Barrett. He doesn’t come back to Seventh Heaven often, and he expects to see people around when he comes back. If not for Marlene’s presence, he’d probably be cussing fit to beat Cid.
Which, Tifa reflects, is saying something. “He went out on another delivery job,” she explains.
”Irresponsible git,” snarls Barrett. “Can’t even spend time with you for one day, can he? What happened to that guy who actually promised you -“
”He’s busy,” murmurs Tifa. “All over the place, delivering…Overnight jobs, you know.”
This is the point where Barrett completely neglects the fact that little pitchers have big ears, especially when the ‘pitchers’ are Marlene and Denzel. “That damn bastard son of a weasel can’t even spare time to bloody pick up one call? From you? Hell, Teef -“
Tifa shakes an admonishing finger at him. Beside her, Marlene’s eyes are wide. She’s never heard her father swear before, surprisingly enough. Barrett, however, is like a speeding train once he gets started, and like he always said, there ain’t no getting offa this train he’s on, either.
“Look, Teef! What the hell is up with Cloud? Not answering calls, not talking, being one blasted moody little bugger when you actually do catch a glimpse of him…”
She lets Barrett rant on and shooes Marlene to a room, safely out of hearing. She doesn’t know, either, but she can’t get a word in edgewise when Barrett’s ranting. Cloud the child, she reflects, was a mystery. Cloud the adult is no less an enigma.
She wishes she knew him a little more.
[number thirty - t u r n i n g t h i r t y]
He never thought he’d live this long.
He’s been up against Sephiroth twice, up against Kadaj and Loz and Yazoo and he’s been up against all sorts of crazy things he wishes he hadn’t had to go up against. Sephiroth, thrice. Once in Nibelheim, once more to save the Planet, and one final time two years after that. Enough to kill any man, he thinks. But he’s turning thirty and that’s a long time to have lived.
He could’ve died at twenty-one, if not for Zack. He could’ve died again at twenty-three, if not for Aeris. If not for everyone else helping him.
They’re planning a surprise birthday party for him downstairs. Well, a supposedly surprising one, at least. He appreciates the thought, even if nothing stays a secret for long with Yuffie around.
Well. He’d like to drink his own birthday toast before they come up and drag him down for birthday cakes and toasts all around and poker with Yuffie, Vincent and Cid.
So on August 19, Cloud Strife pours himself a glass of wine and toasts Zack and Aeris, for letting him turn thirty.
Wall(market)flower
The dress is long and purple and it has lace and ruffles on it. Lace and ruffles. He’s never figured out why girls liked wearing dresses with so much lace and ruffles on them that they look like walking cake decorations. It’s got puffy sleeves with ribbons and oh Planet he won’t even go into his hair. Aeris might assure him he looks really pretty, Miss Cloud with the diamond tiara and the cologne and the makeup but he’s sure he’ll make the girl with the worst hairdo ever anyway.
And no self-respecting guy would ever be caught dead wearing that kind of cologne. Of course, he reflects a little sourly, that would be the point of him wearing it. He yawns and rubs his eyes.
“Cloud! You’ll ruin the makeup!” Aeris tells him. “Stop rubbing your eyes!”
He groans a little, and fidgets with the wig. It doesn’t come with a wig cap and some of his blond spikes are showing. Aeris smacks him lightly on the wrist. “Stop that, Cloud! You’ll spoil your hairdo!”
“You’re never going to get me past the guards, Aeris,” he tells her, and tugs at the dress. “And I can’t use the Buster in this.”
“Oh, you’ll get past the guards, don’t worry,” she assures him, smiling. “Trust me, alright?”
He shrugs, and follows her to the entrance of Don Corneo’s opulent mansion. The guard turns around. “You’re back!” he exclaims, and then he sees Cloud, who instinctively reaches for his Buster Sword. No, he won’t get past -
“And with your friend, too! My, isn’t she a cute one! Come in, come in!”
Aeris throws Cloud a triumphant wink as he sighs and follows her in.
Damn dress.
Could his day possibly get any worse?
three moments in the life of Strife (#1 - Child, #18 - Adult, #30 - Turning Thirty)
and wall(market)flower (#28 - Dress)
two fanfictions
by
glacial_phoenix
three moments in the life of Strife
[number one - c h i l d]
You were cute then, she says,
you had that fluffy chocobo hair even then.
I remember you, trailing around like a
shadow, except that shadows don’t have
fluffy blond chocobo hair. I always saw you
around. I wondered why you
wouldn’t come in, but I never asked
cause Father said you were a troublemaker. But -
you never said hi, or anything, you just
hung
back.
I know, he says. I think I was a very stupid child back then.
[number eighteen - a d u l t]
”Where’s Spike-head?” demands Barrett. He doesn’t come back to Seventh Heaven often, and he expects to see people around when he comes back. If not for Marlene’s presence, he’d probably be cussing fit to beat Cid.
Which, Tifa reflects, is saying something. “He went out on another delivery job,” she explains.
”Irresponsible git,” snarls Barrett. “Can’t even spend time with you for one day, can he? What happened to that guy who actually promised you -“
”He’s busy,” murmurs Tifa. “All over the place, delivering…Overnight jobs, you know.”
This is the point where Barrett completely neglects the fact that little pitchers have big ears, especially when the ‘pitchers’ are Marlene and Denzel. “That damn bastard son of a weasel can’t even spare time to bloody pick up one call? From you? Hell, Teef -“
Tifa shakes an admonishing finger at him. Beside her, Marlene’s eyes are wide. She’s never heard her father swear before, surprisingly enough. Barrett, however, is like a speeding train once he gets started, and like he always said, there ain’t no getting offa this train he’s on, either.
“Look, Teef! What the hell is up with Cloud? Not answering calls, not talking, being one blasted moody little bugger when you actually do catch a glimpse of him…”
She lets Barrett rant on and shooes Marlene to a room, safely out of hearing. She doesn’t know, either, but she can’t get a word in edgewise when Barrett’s ranting. Cloud the child, she reflects, was a mystery. Cloud the adult is no less an enigma.
She wishes she knew him a little more.
[number thirty - t u r n i n g t h i r t y]
He never thought he’d live this long.
He’s been up against Sephiroth twice, up against Kadaj and Loz and Yazoo and he’s been up against all sorts of crazy things he wishes he hadn’t had to go up against. Sephiroth, thrice. Once in Nibelheim, once more to save the Planet, and one final time two years after that. Enough to kill any man, he thinks. But he’s turning thirty and that’s a long time to have lived.
He could’ve died at twenty-one, if not for Zack. He could’ve died again at twenty-three, if not for Aeris. If not for everyone else helping him.
They’re planning a surprise birthday party for him downstairs. Well, a supposedly surprising one, at least. He appreciates the thought, even if nothing stays a secret for long with Yuffie around.
Well. He’d like to drink his own birthday toast before they come up and drag him down for birthday cakes and toasts all around and poker with Yuffie, Vincent and Cid.
So on August 19, Cloud Strife pours himself a glass of wine and toasts Zack and Aeris, for letting him turn thirty.
Wall(market)flower
The dress is long and purple and it has lace and ruffles on it. Lace and ruffles. He’s never figured out why girls liked wearing dresses with so much lace and ruffles on them that they look like walking cake decorations. It’s got puffy sleeves with ribbons and oh Planet he won’t even go into his hair. Aeris might assure him he looks really pretty, Miss Cloud with the diamond tiara and the cologne and the makeup but he’s sure he’ll make the girl with the worst hairdo ever anyway.
And no self-respecting guy would ever be caught dead wearing that kind of cologne. Of course, he reflects a little sourly, that would be the point of him wearing it. He yawns and rubs his eyes.
“Cloud! You’ll ruin the makeup!” Aeris tells him. “Stop rubbing your eyes!”
He groans a little, and fidgets with the wig. It doesn’t come with a wig cap and some of his blond spikes are showing. Aeris smacks him lightly on the wrist. “Stop that, Cloud! You’ll spoil your hairdo!”
“You’re never going to get me past the guards, Aeris,” he tells her, and tugs at the dress. “And I can’t use the Buster in this.”
“Oh, you’ll get past the guards, don’t worry,” she assures him, smiling. “Trust me, alright?”
He shrugs, and follows her to the entrance of Don Corneo’s opulent mansion. The guard turns around. “You’re back!” he exclaims, and then he sees Cloud, who instinctively reaches for his Buster Sword. No, he won’t get past -
“And with your friend, too! My, isn’t she a cute one! Come in, come in!”
Aeris throws Cloud a triumphant wink as he sighs and follows her in.
Damn dress.
Could his day possibly get any worse?