#all of the feels
[image description: Sephiroth kneels, ropes tied around his arms, his legs, his torso, and even the massive wing sprouting from his shoulder. He is smirking and amused, turning to look over at Cloud, laughter in his eyes despite their exhausted dark circles and his hollow cheeks. Cloud’s expression is serious and grim as he works on tying something behind Sephiroth’s head. It is not a loving moment, but fraught and dangerous. Behind Cloud’s serious face, there is pain in his eyes. end image description.]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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Day 24: Sensory Deprivation | Forced Mutism | Blindfolded
“Spike!”
Zack flung himself off of the tree he’d been perched atop of, watching for any movement.
“I have the strangest feeling they might be here.” He heard Genesis drawl, voice dripping with sarcasm behind him.
He didn’t mind. If anything it just made him happier. Genesis was being sarcastic again, and Angeal laughed despite himself, and Aerith heaved a sigh, and they were okay. They were okay . Not perfect, not back the way they were before, but they were okay.
Cloud perked up where he’d been climbing doggedly. Picked up his trudge into a jog, then a head-long sprint. Zack saw his smile. His relief. Took in at a glance the two strangers with them (Vincent and Tifa according to their conversations). Glanced to Sephiroth, worn down, exhausted, ragged as he’d never seen him before. But there, and alive, and—
Gods it was good to see them. After the silence, and Tseng’s message, Zack had thought—
He shook it off. Flung himself at Cloud with a wild laugh. Watched Cloud put the breaks on, eyes going wide.
They tumbled to the ground together, Zack laughing and squeezing his friend, and Cloud spluttering between indignation and amusement.
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