Archiving ffvii drabbles.
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green_animationTitle: A legacy and our silence weighs more than his sword
Characters: Zack, Cloud, Angeal
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: In that time where Zack is still heavy in the depth of Cloud’s psyche, but they know themselves to be separate, two heroes are mourned.
And this is a legacy of breaking and broken. We collapse, empty, on floors of unhallowed churches. We grasp swords with the blood of their owner still warm on the hilt. This is defeat, like a punch in the stomach that we will never guard against; to raise arms would tear us further. We cannot shut off our hearts, that seem to be nothing more than jagged clockwork, scraping uneven along the underside of our ribs when we move, breathe, think.
And the green is etched into us like our own poison; it runs us strong, dissolves our bones. In the end a legacy is nothing but dead words, dry ink in our heads, we can smell the powder of it coating the inside of our skulls.
We would bear that cross with nails in our hands, our backs, our heads for those whose legacy we carry, would bear worlds for their presence. But we cannot stand to keep this legacy they burdened us with. It is not hands or smiles or banter; it is the hollowness of an empty needle, words we cannot speak. We cannot say, Angeal. We cannot say, Zack.
(And really, what else is worth saying?)
Title: Waiting, inanimate
Characters/Pairings: Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating: PG
A paradox in bleeding colours, opposing sensations. Having been held numb in this verdant tube, two green eyes register little to him. The drug in his mouth, his veins does much to further this dullness. He feels hands stroke down his side; their coldness is clarity in this lukewarm liquid.
“Soon.” He does not hear, but it is said. The hatch in the glass closes and he forgets in waves of chemicals and pain that it had ever been opened.
Noting Specimen C’s vitals, even Hojo’s vivid scrutiny misses the few silver hairs that cling, caressing, to Cloud’s wasting hips.
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
Title: Insanity/Division
Characters: Jenova, Sephiroth, Cloud's corpse.
Rating: R for gore.
Summary: Sephiroth wins, as does Jenova – but how to clarify the existence of Jenova?
A/N – the he/she format used is a device used in transcriptions to show when two sentences overlap/people interrupt each other. It isn’t me just messing around with structure, I promise. Mostly.
The fallen champion lies at his
/her/
feet. Such a tiny thing, pitiful that he could have beaten him
/her/
once, strange that he could have triumphed twice – but triumph he could no longer. Unable to resist she
/he/
bends, runs a hand over the straw like hair; quilled upright by the wind of the fight, the blood he has lost, feels the chilled whiteness of skin. The hand extends – she
/he/
rips a fistful away from the meat of the corpse – with the minimum resistance from the body it is easy, he
/she/
stares at the bloodied whiteness hanging from his
/her/
fingers. Opposition is gone. He wonders in a lone moment of singular clarity why he still exists; surely they should have assimilated?
Mother? He
/she/
asks.
He is relieved, and does not stop to listen to the echo at the very back of his skull that whispers: loneliness, madness. He does not think that there was never a ‘they.’
He knows Mother is here. He knows and never mind the words that assault him
/her/
That say to themselves; why not them, instead of him
/her/.
The remnant of the world would never know the difference.
Characters: Zack, Cloud, Angeal
Rating: PG - 13
Summary: In that time where Zack is still heavy in the depth of Cloud’s psyche, but they know themselves to be separate, two heroes are mourned.
And this is a legacy of breaking and broken. We collapse, empty, on floors of unhallowed churches. We grasp swords with the blood of their owner still warm on the hilt. This is defeat, like a punch in the stomach that we will never guard against; to raise arms would tear us further. We cannot shut off our hearts, that seem to be nothing more than jagged clockwork, scraping uneven along the underside of our ribs when we move, breathe, think.
And the green is etched into us like our own poison; it runs us strong, dissolves our bones. In the end a legacy is nothing but dead words, dry ink in our heads, we can smell the powder of it coating the inside of our skulls.
We would bear that cross with nails in our hands, our backs, our heads for those whose legacy we carry, would bear worlds for their presence. But we cannot stand to keep this legacy they burdened us with. It is not hands or smiles or banter; it is the hollowness of an empty needle, words we cannot speak. We cannot say, Angeal. We cannot say, Zack.
(And really, what else is worth saying?)
Title: Waiting, inanimate
Characters/Pairings: Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating: PG
A paradox in bleeding colours, opposing sensations. Having been held numb in this verdant tube, two green eyes register little to him. The drug in his mouth, his veins does much to further this dullness. He feels hands stroke down his side; their coldness is clarity in this lukewarm liquid.
“Soon.” He does not hear, but it is said. The hatch in the glass closes and he forgets in waves of chemicals and pain that it had ever been opened.
Noting Specimen C’s vitals, even Hojo’s vivid scrutiny misses the few silver hairs that cling, caressing, to Cloud’s wasting hips.
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
Title: Insanity/Division
Characters: Jenova, Sephiroth, Cloud's corpse.
Rating: R for gore.
Summary: Sephiroth wins, as does Jenova – but how to clarify the existence of Jenova?
A/N – the he/she format used is a device used in transcriptions to show when two sentences overlap/people interrupt each other. It isn’t me just messing around with structure, I promise. Mostly.
The fallen champion lies at his
/her/
feet. Such a tiny thing, pitiful that he could have beaten him
/her/
once, strange that he could have triumphed twice – but triumph he could no longer. Unable to resist she
/he/
bends, runs a hand over the straw like hair; quilled upright by the wind of the fight, the blood he has lost, feels the chilled whiteness of skin. The hand extends – she
/he/
rips a fistful away from the meat of the corpse – with the minimum resistance from the body it is easy, he
/she/
stares at the bloodied whiteness hanging from his
/her/
fingers. Opposition is gone. He wonders in a lone moment of singular clarity why he still exists; surely they should have assimilated?
Mother? He
/she/
asks.
He is relieved, and does not stop to listen to the echo at the very back of his skull that whispers: loneliness, madness. He does not think that there was never a ‘they.’
He knows Mother is here. He knows and never mind the words that assault him
/her/
That say to themselves; why not them, instead of him
/her/.
The remnant of the world would never know the difference.
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Date: 2010-07-18 01:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-18 01:59 pm (UTC)I'm also glad you liked the Jenova/Seph structure, I can get a bit distracted by structure vs content sometimes, and I'm glad to see they worked together well.
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Date: 2010-07-18 08:16 pm (UTC)