A Voyage of Night 2/?
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skerenTitle: A Voyage of Night
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Sephiroth, Angeal
Rating: G
Warnings: AU!
Word count: 632
Summary: Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Note: I decided to continue it!
It had been one of the restless times. He didn’t fear them so much as they wore on his nerves, sending his attention away from his collection of lovers and into eternal stone, where none could reach him so long as he was within his mastery.
He’d been told he looked like silver and marble had imprinted themselves on his skin and hair, but nothing said that the reverse wasn’t true, did it? The only real hint of his mixed heritage was the eyes, so much less obvious than Genesis’ wolfish fangs and Zack’s giving manners. Even Angeal had his way, slipping from shadow to liquid shadow like smoke without so much as a look or thought.
Only he managed to startle his lovers half so badly as Angeal could when he got into a mood. And he didn’t require a play of light to do it either, thus, his was clearly superior.
Not all would agree, of course, but the mother loved him, thus, his gift. If the Planet didn’t love him, why would he be allowed to come and go from stone as though air and water, breathing in the power of it and walking away ever stronger?
It terrified some of the fae, made them wary. Others held him in awe. Few saw him as the kind person he could be when he felt like it, or the relatively nice one he was to his lovers. At times at least. No, the consensus seemed to be that he was as cold as the stone he was so intimate with.
They didn’t know and never could, thus, his retreat. He knew Angeal didn’t care for it, but he understood better than the other lovers, and was relieved that the other two had gone off to play with the thinning. They kept wanting to when it neared, but were frustratingly less than persistent about actually doing it.
How could they bring back something he wanted to hear if they never bothered to go?
But, that was moot now, and he would see what they brought back with them, be it trinkets or stories, and would be satisfied that he knew more than he had before. As it should be.
He didn’t like leaving the hill. No matter what sweet temptations there were on the surface, nor his age, he simply... Well, he was not afraid, but he knew in his bones and heart that the above was no place for one of his way. It would consume him.
Realizing that his thoughts were spiralling ever tighter, he cast out his attention, tracing lines of stone carved by water as he tried to determine if his lover had moved.
He had not.
Soothed by the stability of that lack of motion, he slipped back that direction, following walls, then the floor, until he was near him. Only then did he reach for his fragile magic bound form of flesh, slipping from the stone as easily as he’d crawled into it as he studied the other man. “Have they returned?”
“Not quite yet, but they’re coming. I hear whispers.”
“Not the kind I’d notice mm?”
That got a soft laugh from the other man. They both knew nothing short of the earth herself moving would draw the mother to speak to him as the shadows ever gossiped to Angeal. “I doubt they ever will be Sephiroth.”
He nodded, humming low in his throat as he settled at the other man’s side. There was nothing more that needed to be said, and for now, there was naught to do but wait.
Patience had its rewards, and he was one of earth. If he hadn’t known patience as a child, he’d definitely learned it since.
Thus, he could wait.
Even if he truly was curious.
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Sephiroth, Angeal
Rating: G
Warnings: AU!
Word count: 632
Summary: Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Note: I decided to continue it!
It had been one of the restless times. He didn’t fear them so much as they wore on his nerves, sending his attention away from his collection of lovers and into eternal stone, where none could reach him so long as he was within his mastery.
He’d been told he looked like silver and marble had imprinted themselves on his skin and hair, but nothing said that the reverse wasn’t true, did it? The only real hint of his mixed heritage was the eyes, so much less obvious than Genesis’ wolfish fangs and Zack’s giving manners. Even Angeal had his way, slipping from shadow to liquid shadow like smoke without so much as a look or thought.
Only he managed to startle his lovers half so badly as Angeal could when he got into a mood. And he didn’t require a play of light to do it either, thus, his was clearly superior.
Not all would agree, of course, but the mother loved him, thus, his gift. If the Planet didn’t love him, why would he be allowed to come and go from stone as though air and water, breathing in the power of it and walking away ever stronger?
It terrified some of the fae, made them wary. Others held him in awe. Few saw him as the kind person he could be when he felt like it, or the relatively nice one he was to his lovers. At times at least. No, the consensus seemed to be that he was as cold as the stone he was so intimate with.
They didn’t know and never could, thus, his retreat. He knew Angeal didn’t care for it, but he understood better than the other lovers, and was relieved that the other two had gone off to play with the thinning. They kept wanting to when it neared, but were frustratingly less than persistent about actually doing it.
How could they bring back something he wanted to hear if they never bothered to go?
But, that was moot now, and he would see what they brought back with them, be it trinkets or stories, and would be satisfied that he knew more than he had before. As it should be.
He didn’t like leaving the hill. No matter what sweet temptations there were on the surface, nor his age, he simply... Well, he was not afraid, but he knew in his bones and heart that the above was no place for one of his way. It would consume him.
Realizing that his thoughts were spiralling ever tighter, he cast out his attention, tracing lines of stone carved by water as he tried to determine if his lover had moved.
He had not.
Soothed by the stability of that lack of motion, he slipped back that direction, following walls, then the floor, until he was near him. Only then did he reach for his fragile magic bound form of flesh, slipping from the stone as easily as he’d crawled into it as he studied the other man. “Have they returned?”
“Not quite yet, but they’re coming. I hear whispers.”
“Not the kind I’d notice mm?”
That got a soft laugh from the other man. They both knew nothing short of the earth herself moving would draw the mother to speak to him as the shadows ever gossiped to Angeal. “I doubt they ever will be Sephiroth.”
He nodded, humming low in his throat as he settled at the other man’s side. There was nothing more that needed to be said, and for now, there was naught to do but wait.
Patience had its rewards, and he was one of earth. If he hadn’t known patience as a child, he’d definitely learned it since.
Thus, he could wait.
Even if he truly was curious.
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)Second off: Oooooooooooooooh...First off: I'm thrilled that you decided to continue this.
Second off: Oooooooooooooooh...
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)And also so very happy you decided to continue this. *grins* now the excitement wil truly begin.I second Aiko's Ooooh.
And also so very happy you decided to continue this. *grins* now the excitement wil truly begin.
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)