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Nations- Diamond
Title: Diamond
Fandom: FF7
Warning: Complete and utter AU
Note: Part two? I should be worried.
He never went to the council meetings. He wasn't permitted to sit in on the grand tactical conferences. The war room wasn't a place he was allowed to go. He was kept strictly away from anything that spoke of politics and persuasion. The art of war had been pulled beyond even the touch of his fingertips with the choices that he had made to bring his life to what it was and he knew that it was a legacy he was going to spend the rest of his life with.
That didn't honestly matter however.
Hand pressed against the smooth stone to the side of the winter frosted window, he let his gray blue eyes go unfocused as he listened, ignoring the chill seeping into his bones as he stood in place. His white sleeves were wide, fallen back to his wrist on the hand near his face even as the other hid his fingers, emerald graced ring resting on his middle finger amid white gold just to the side of his vision. He'd stared at that once, when he'd first gotten it, but it was much easier to visualize what he was being told if he didn't have something quite so concrete to look on. It was so much easier to use the fields and valleys beyond the high stronghold window to piece things together once he realized how it needed to be done.
"Jaenkester was adamant that there would be an attack needed on the southern border, a three lined assault with middle cavalry and fleet troops in flank at east and west of the city, archers on the last line back in a final barrage. They seemed to have been using the west map and-"
The description cut off as he raised his other hand. He felt the thumbnail sized black diamond shift in place against his forehead as he looked to the one speaking to him. The white gold chain circlet did so little to keep it in its proper place. Dismissing the familiar irritant, he let a dry smile cross his face. The violet-eyed man was the one who could go all the places where he could not. He wasn't raised to have ever understood them, though his intelligence lent him to noticing the details, remembering things that might be important later. Zack memorized, and then he shared what he had seen, what had been said with he, the tactician. It was his role to make sense of it and leave the plans where their lord could access them. Careful notations on scrolls without marks could easily be brushed away as little other than restive script. There was no misunderstanding as to the true source of the guidance, but their lord didn't wish to lose them, and as such, he would not reveal that it was not himself who came to such conclusions. Or perhaps he did and he was fooling himself to think he was as brilliant as the man… in either case, that was of little relevance to the matter at hand, and it was bad of him to let his thoughts wander. "Expressions. You've laid the map for me, now give me the atmosphere. Just how impatient have they become?"
When he turned back to the window, he mostly closed his eyes and focused on his companion's smooth voice. Given another life, the man might very well have had option to be a bard. There was irony in that, given their priest had had such a life. Tuning fully into what was being said, he ignored the chill breeze pressing through his silk attire. "Taegar had a pinched look around his eyes, redness, and looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days. He was tense, sitting up allot straighter than normal, and he kept fidgeting, curling and uncurling his hand against the table. Marcus had a smile throughout the entire talk, leaning back in his chair with his eyes slightly narrowed, one heel caught in the rung of his chair and his arms crossed. You'll remember that I told you he didn’t say anything. Hojo frowned. Constantly. I know he's normally not mister sunshine or anything, but that was kinda creepy-" When he cleared his throat, Zack seemed to start, skipping back into his explanation. "He glared at me a few times too, kept moving so I couldn't get a clear line of sight on him, and he didn't let me get any really good looks at his face. Jaenkester was twitchy. Every time someone talked to him he seemed to jump a little, and he was the one pushing for the attack. The others didn't exactly seem what I'd call enthusiastic or anything and-"
"Zack. Why must you ramble?" He moved away from the window, quiet dignity fully intact as he arched an eyebrow at the other slave. One with rank on him no less. He'd fallen so far in the world, though it wouldn't be a fall when his country was taken over for him to rule from this rather coveted place under their lord's regard. He forcibly pressed back chilled shivers, almost missed in his reverie, and moved quietly towards where there was a fire lit. He silently hoped that his lips weren't blue. He didn't abide fussing, and Zack was prone to it if he thought one of them was discomfited in some manner.
He saw Zack glance up and around from the corner of his eye, noting that he immediately understood when the door to their little world cracked open, a royal guard checking in on them during his rounds. "So, you sure you won't let me pierce your ear? I mean, I think that'd be a really good look for you…"
When the door closed, he simply shook his head and closed his eyes to block out the annoyance, fingers resting against a temple. If only that hadn't been a perfectly serious question. "You forgot to keep track of the time again." Sighing softly, he shook his head. "No matter, we'll work on tone of voice and go back over the other details later." He heard the other man groan, ignored the fact he very likely had just had someone roll his eyes at him, and waited patiently for him to speak.
"Right then you uptight bastard. No cosmetic tips for you." The tone of voice went from amused to serious before he slipped into his descriptions again, never missing a vital detail to be shared. With his eyes closed and his attention focused, he need never set foot in a conference. This was just as clear as if he'd been present.
Fandom: FF7
Warning: Complete and utter AU
Note: Part two? I should be worried.
He never went to the council meetings. He wasn't permitted to sit in on the grand tactical conferences. The war room wasn't a place he was allowed to go. He was kept strictly away from anything that spoke of politics and persuasion. The art of war had been pulled beyond even the touch of his fingertips with the choices that he had made to bring his life to what it was and he knew that it was a legacy he was going to spend the rest of his life with.
That didn't honestly matter however.
Hand pressed against the smooth stone to the side of the winter frosted window, he let his gray blue eyes go unfocused as he listened, ignoring the chill seeping into his bones as he stood in place. His white sleeves were wide, fallen back to his wrist on the hand near his face even as the other hid his fingers, emerald graced ring resting on his middle finger amid white gold just to the side of his vision. He'd stared at that once, when he'd first gotten it, but it was much easier to visualize what he was being told if he didn't have something quite so concrete to look on. It was so much easier to use the fields and valleys beyond the high stronghold window to piece things together once he realized how it needed to be done.
"Jaenkester was adamant that there would be an attack needed on the southern border, a three lined assault with middle cavalry and fleet troops in flank at east and west of the city, archers on the last line back in a final barrage. They seemed to have been using the west map and-"
The description cut off as he raised his other hand. He felt the thumbnail sized black diamond shift in place against his forehead as he looked to the one speaking to him. The white gold chain circlet did so little to keep it in its proper place. Dismissing the familiar irritant, he let a dry smile cross his face. The violet-eyed man was the one who could go all the places where he could not. He wasn't raised to have ever understood them, though his intelligence lent him to noticing the details, remembering things that might be important later. Zack memorized, and then he shared what he had seen, what had been said with he, the tactician. It was his role to make sense of it and leave the plans where their lord could access them. Careful notations on scrolls without marks could easily be brushed away as little other than restive script. There was no misunderstanding as to the true source of the guidance, but their lord didn't wish to lose them, and as such, he would not reveal that it was not himself who came to such conclusions. Or perhaps he did and he was fooling himself to think he was as brilliant as the man… in either case, that was of little relevance to the matter at hand, and it was bad of him to let his thoughts wander. "Expressions. You've laid the map for me, now give me the atmosphere. Just how impatient have they become?"
When he turned back to the window, he mostly closed his eyes and focused on his companion's smooth voice. Given another life, the man might very well have had option to be a bard. There was irony in that, given their priest had had such a life. Tuning fully into what was being said, he ignored the chill breeze pressing through his silk attire. "Taegar had a pinched look around his eyes, redness, and looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days. He was tense, sitting up allot straighter than normal, and he kept fidgeting, curling and uncurling his hand against the table. Marcus had a smile throughout the entire talk, leaning back in his chair with his eyes slightly narrowed, one heel caught in the rung of his chair and his arms crossed. You'll remember that I told you he didn’t say anything. Hojo frowned. Constantly. I know he's normally not mister sunshine or anything, but that was kinda creepy-" When he cleared his throat, Zack seemed to start, skipping back into his explanation. "He glared at me a few times too, kept moving so I couldn't get a clear line of sight on him, and he didn't let me get any really good looks at his face. Jaenkester was twitchy. Every time someone talked to him he seemed to jump a little, and he was the one pushing for the attack. The others didn't exactly seem what I'd call enthusiastic or anything and-"
"Zack. Why must you ramble?" He moved away from the window, quiet dignity fully intact as he arched an eyebrow at the other slave. One with rank on him no less. He'd fallen so far in the world, though it wouldn't be a fall when his country was taken over for him to rule from this rather coveted place under their lord's regard. He forcibly pressed back chilled shivers, almost missed in his reverie, and moved quietly towards where there was a fire lit. He silently hoped that his lips weren't blue. He didn't abide fussing, and Zack was prone to it if he thought one of them was discomfited in some manner.
He saw Zack glance up and around from the corner of his eye, noting that he immediately understood when the door to their little world cracked open, a royal guard checking in on them during his rounds. "So, you sure you won't let me pierce your ear? I mean, I think that'd be a really good look for you…"
When the door closed, he simply shook his head and closed his eyes to block out the annoyance, fingers resting against a temple. If only that hadn't been a perfectly serious question. "You forgot to keep track of the time again." Sighing softly, he shook his head. "No matter, we'll work on tone of voice and go back over the other details later." He heard the other man groan, ignored the fact he very likely had just had someone roll his eyes at him, and waited patiently for him to speak.
"Right then you uptight bastard. No cosmetic tips for you." The tone of voice went from amused to serious before he slipped into his descriptions again, never missing a vital detail to be shared. With his eyes closed and his attention focused, he need never set foot in a conference. This was just as clear as if he'd been present.