Fortune (FFVII, Reeve)
Title: Fortune
Fandom: FFVII
Characters/Pairings: Reeve
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: Fortune is more often bitter than sweet
Reeve sips jasmine, smiling at his own indulgence, this game carried too long past the end of childhood. He knows it isn't possible to tell the tell the future - but late at night, rationality means little, and divination at its root has always been savage: the roll of bones, rising smoke from a sacrificial pyre.
He raises the cup in a solitary mock salute - to Midgar, city of dreams - and drains the cooling tea down to the dregs. Bitterness fading on his tongue, he peers into the empty cup, adjusts his reading glasses and frowns at the story he sees written there.
I love this prompt, BTW.
Fandom: FFVII
Characters/Pairings: Reeve
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: Fortune is more often bitter than sweet
Reeve sips jasmine, smiling at his own indulgence, this game carried too long past the end of childhood. He knows it isn't possible to tell the tell the future - but late at night, rationality means little, and divination at its root has always been savage: the roll of bones, rising smoke from a sacrificial pyre.
He raises the cup in a solitary mock salute - to Midgar, city of dreams - and drains the cooling tea down to the dregs. Bitterness fading on his tongue, he peers into the empty cup, adjusts his reading glasses and frowns at the story he sees written there.
I love this prompt, BTW.