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green_animationFFVII. Remnants of pride, a single drabble. SephirothxCloud. g.
Cloud tries one last time to get the man Sephiroth used to be back.
for prompt#16, when it was over, this is all that was left
Cloud has never begged. Not outside of his head, not even when Aeris left, when Zack separated himself from Cloud wholly. But he wants to, almost does, when the dusky wing pulls tightly against its owner.
“Please”
he says, and in the remnants of pride that was weak to begin with, he imagines it almost commanding; not the begging he knows it would turn to.
The puppet master pulls strings that incite the false-Sephiroth to frown, perhaps displeasure, perhaps confusion. As he shimmers into the body of his clone, a disembodied whisper flickers behind Cloud’s ears.
“I can’t. You don’t understand.”
Cloud tries one last time to get the man Sephiroth used to be back.
for prompt#16, when it was over, this is all that was left
Cloud has never begged. Not outside of his head, not even when Aeris left, when Zack separated himself from Cloud wholly. But he wants to, almost does, when the dusky wing pulls tightly against its owner.
“Please”
he says, and in the remnants of pride that was weak to begin with, he imagines it almost commanding; not the begging he knows it would turn to.
The puppet master pulls strings that incite the false-Sephiroth to frown, perhaps displeasure, perhaps confusion. As he shimmers into the body of his clone, a disembodied whisper flickers behind Cloud’s ears.
“I can’t. You don’t understand.”