the other people in your cage
Jul. 29th, 2010 11:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
green_animation Title: The other people in your cage.
Characters/Pairings: Aeris
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometimes Aeris feels that her destiny holds her back from the little lives she might have saved.
They poke at death, the children here, with hollow eyes and glassy fingers; oil and sewage from the gutters they live in all but ingrained into their flesh. Their fetid hands smooth over the flesh of the corpse in the alley; whether it is of admiration born, or simply an intent of theft she does not know.
She knows she should be disgusted or horrified at the proximity of those children to a body, but they do not touch with maliciousness. And were she to shoo them from this morbid tableau, well, there are so many more corpses in the back alleys of the slums.
Even so she worries at her lip like a hunting dog would a rabbit; although whether these children would know the name of either she does not know. If she could she would stay in the slums forever – change its dwellers to the people they ought to have been. But the planet and her sisters whisper that she must run from Midgar; that there is no time. She knows that eventually she will save the earth. The taste of this flimsy excuse burns in her mouth like cheap liquor; in this place she is useless
Characters/Pairings: Aeris
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometimes Aeris feels that her destiny holds her back from the little lives she might have saved.
They poke at death, the children here, with hollow eyes and glassy fingers; oil and sewage from the gutters they live in all but ingrained into their flesh. Their fetid hands smooth over the flesh of the corpse in the alley; whether it is of admiration born, or simply an intent of theft she does not know.
She knows she should be disgusted or horrified at the proximity of those children to a body, but they do not touch with maliciousness. And were she to shoo them from this morbid tableau, well, there are so many more corpses in the back alleys of the slums.
Even so she worries at her lip like a hunting dog would a rabbit; although whether these children would know the name of either she does not know. If she could she would stay in the slums forever – change its dwellers to the people they ought to have been. But the planet and her sisters whisper that she must run from Midgar; that there is no time. She knows that eventually she will save the earth. The taste of this flimsy excuse burns in her mouth like cheap liquor; in this place she is useless