Fic: Cold War (Tseng, Sephiroth; PG-13)

Jun 09, 2007 16:20

Cold War
Not all allies are true allies.  Not all masks are false masks.
FFVII, Tseng, Sephiroth.  10x100 words.  Written for gen_challenge
Worksafe.  Mild violence.

When they asked him, Sephiroth said that he knew little of Wutai. )

character: sephiroth, length: fic, character: reno, genre: backstory, rating: worksafe, character: tseng, genre: gen, [fic], character: elena, fandom: final fantasy vii, ensemble: turks

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*uses only Seph icon* regicidaldwarf June 9 2007, 23:39:32 UTC
Ooooh. Great atmosphere. I found this line to be particularly chilling:
In some ways the worst of it was that Sephiroth was not even angry. His cold eyes said that he simply did not care.

*shiver* :D

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Re: *uses only Seph icon* sister_coyote June 10 2007, 00:04:05 UTC
Thank you! I was quite nervous about this one -- they're both so cold, and distant, that it was hard to get any traction.

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lassarina June 10 2007, 00:52:30 UTC
Very, very nice. I love the tension and how much you said in the interconnected drabbles, and I like how the perspective shifted. I also really like how Tseng is far less interesting to Sephiroth when he realizes he's not truly Wutaian.

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sister_coyote June 11 2007, 07:32:41 UTC
Thank you! ♥

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pyrasaur June 10 2007, 01:39:25 UTC
Oooh, I like. So many little shadowy things within the relationship.

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sister_coyote June 11 2007, 07:33:23 UTC
Thank you!

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leaf_zelindor June 10 2007, 04:12:46 UTC
Ooo..that was good...i wish i could give more constructive reviews but..eh..you get what you get from me XD
~leaf~

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sister_coyote June 11 2007, 07:33:48 UTC
Thank you!

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laylah June 10 2007, 19:02:44 UTC
Nicely done -- a good solution to a tricky prompt, making the pair of them interact with each other.

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sister_coyote June 11 2007, 07:34:27 UTC
Thank you! They were difficult to convince to interact, but I'm glad I got something out of them in the end.

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