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[Image Description: The illustration is rendered in striking white and black line art over a sea of green. In it Zack Fair carries a shaken Cloud Strife. Zack’s expression is one of deep concern as he easily carries his friend. Cloud’s expression is tense and haunted. He’s gripping Zack’s pauldrons tightly. There are dark circles under his eyes, and raw spots on his ankles from being bound. Sephiroth stands with his back to the viewer, reaching out towards Cloud. He is pictured with just the edge of his face visible. His lips are parted softly in worry. His left hand is clenched in a fist at his side, and with his right he is hovering inches from Cloud’s cheek, not quite touching. End image description.]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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Day 5: Rescued
The days crawled by. He woke. He dressed. He went to work. He was at every meeting. He was fully present. He observed the troops training. He went out on missions. He went to sleep.
The others sought him out. Zack first. “Have you seen Cloud?” then Angeal “Did Heideggar mention anything in that last meeting?” even Genesis “I thought you knew everything.”
Sephiroth was not a bad liar by any stretch of the imagination. It usually didn’t matter to him what anyone believed or didn’t believe. But it stung, this time. It stung watching Zack fret, doing squats in the middle of his office, muttering “He already nearly died this year…” and hearing Angeal confess to him in worry “all his things are still in my apartment.” and Genesis’s “Pity. He seemed fun.”
Sephiroth slipped up into the labs when he could. Moved like a ghost through familiar halls. Checked the monitors. Second ward, medical bay, block four.
Just three rooms away from the surgical machines where Hojo lobotomized unruly test subjects.
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[Image Description: In the corner of a room made of Glass huddles Cloud Strife. On his ankles and wrists are silver cuffs with a green and red button, locked shut but currently disconnected. He is wearing green scrubs, too short on his legs, too big around his neck. His feet are bare. His eyes are dull and listless, dark circles underneath them, and his cheeks are hollow. He is chewing on his left pointer finger, so hard he’s drawing blood. His reflection is not of himself. The shadow of an older man with completely empty eyes and no expression on his face stares down at him, sitting at his side. The room around him is empty and green. End image description.]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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It had been
Five
No
Seven? Six.
Days,
He thought.
Since the—
Since—
Breathe through it. Live through it. You have before. You must again.
Shinra hated—
Hated paperwork and—
No one would—
Would report this, so—
Six days, and—
Soon forever, and—
Cloud stood up in his prison and paced the walls again. Tried to draw in enough breath to stay calm. Tried to stop his mind from repeating, and repeating and—
Six
Days
And—
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Sephiroth is not human. There is no doubting that now. He fell in two pieces into the reactor all those many months ago.
And yet there he is again. Appearing between one heartbeat and the next, while Zack floats hopeless in Mako. There he is, opening the tanks and setting Zack and Cloud free. There he is, chuckling “there is no rush” and smiling an indulgent smile.
[or]
“All these moments and memories, precious and fleeting…they’re like rain rolling off his back.”
Sephiroth has always loved the rain.
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[image description: A pair of images. In the first, Sephiroth sits, cross legged, beside Vincent at a small campfire. His left hand– the metal prosthetic– rests over a sleeping Cloud’s shoulder. A little possessive, perhaps, but mostly affectionate. Cloud is curled up slightly, and Tifa is asleep beside them. Vincent is speaking to Sephiroth softly, his expression calm and still. Beside him sits a suspiciously-wrapped bundle. In the second, Sephiroth is bent. On one knee. His head is bowed, his eyes shadowed, his posture stooped. Cloud kneels beside him, holding his prosthetic metal hand in both of his own hands. His worry and concern are clear, and painful. end image description.]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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Day 23: Exhaustion | Sleep Deprivation
“Come on.”
Sephiroth’s voice. Cloud gripped the side of the cliff. Spat again. Blinked the tears out of his eyes.
“Give him a minute,” Tifa objected, her hand still on his back, steady and cool. He was too hot. He was burning hot, and the world was swimming, and that was not his favorite way to climb a mountain.
“I would if we had a minute.” Sephiroth objected. “Stay with him. I’ll go ahead.”
“No.” Cloud growled. Clawed his hands. Forced himself to his feet. “We’re going together.”
“You’re sick.” Tifa said, her hand still steady on his back.
“So’s he.” Cloud nodded ahead of them to Sephiroth. He wasn’t looking at them. His gaze was fixed on the towering mountain. On the distant lights of the reactor.
Behind them, the helicopter was landing in Nibelheim.
HOOOOOO BOY…
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[image description: Sephiroth and Cloud are seated across a table from each other. On the table are two plates of food, partially eaten, and Cloud’s mostly-drunken water glass. Cloud is hunched over, his hands pressed on either side of his head. His eyes are squeezed clothes, tears gathering on his eyelashes. Sephiroth has turned from Cloud, staring down at his own water glass with a look of horror and betrayal. The background is stark, and the dripping lines from the top indicate impending doom. end image description]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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Day 22: Drugged
Sephiroth’s first impression of Nibelheim was that it made him hungry.
Not for the stew Angeal had put together on his mother’s fire out of their foraged herbs and hunted meats, augmented by his mother’s kitchen.
Gillian had not had enough bowls for them all, but had passed them what she had. Sephiroth had sipped the concoction from a mug. It had been delicious. Hearty. Better for being under a roof. For watching Gillian gently touch Angeal’s back, and Angeal not pull away. For hearing Zack loudly proclaim ‘I don’t get it. I’d love a wing.’ and Genesis laughing ‘see? He gets it, Angeal.’
No. Not for anything anyone could cook. Not for anything he could eat.
But Nibelheim did make him hungry.
So hungry.
Cloud’s steps lagged beside him. He paused. Looked to him. Face still too pale, eyes still a little unfocused, but remarkably recovered in comparison to the near-catatonic body he’d carried to shelter the day before.
“Cloud?”
“Sorry, I’m good. Just…”
“Hm.” Sephiroth looked to the rickety town gate. The name spelled out above it. It was nothing. It should have been nothing. His eyes were drawn towards the mountain towering behind it.
“How does it feel,” he asked, not really tasting the words as they left his lips. They were empty. Hollow. Starving. “Coming back to your hometown?”
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[Image description: An image drawn all in blues and whites shows Sephiroth and Cloud, both huddled up in a small stone shelter in a snowy wasteland. Cloud is in Sephiroth’s lap, curled tight, his hands held close to his face as he shivers there. Sephiroth is holding him close with his right hand, his left absent underneath the cloak he wears to stay warm. His expression is strained as he stares into the meager fire he’s built up in their shelter, and his lips are pressed against Cloud’s scalp, his affection as clear as his fear. End image description.]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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—————-Day 21: Hypothermia
“It is genuinely unfair,” Cloud muttered into his scarf, “that snowstorms exist.”
“Mm.” Sephiroth’s face was tucked behind his own scarf, his eyes narrowed against the driving snow, flakes landing in his long, dark lashes.
No, no, no Cloud told himself, dragging his eyes away and shoving his hands deeper into his own armpits in his too-thin-for-this jacket. Don’t go all dreamy about his eyelashes right now.
He should have remembered, of course. That at this time of year there was no guarantee of nice weather this far North. But he’d let himself relax on the long trip here. The days of walking, jogging, racing across open, empty land. He hadn’t been prepared for how fast he was now. He hadn’t really opened up to run since his last trip to the labs. Not except that one sprint through the woods when he’d heard fighting.
Now he’d had a chance to experiment. Or, no, that wasn’t really it.
He’d had a chance to play . And Sephiroth had played with him. Sprinting through forests at Cloud’s side. His incredibly long stride eating up the ground. Pausing only if he got too far ahead, hair whipping around his jawline as he turned back to wait. Smiling.
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[image description: Standing out in the lush green of a fresh wilderness, Cloud and Sephiroth stand, facing each other, dressed in traveling clothes and with a backpack full of gear. Their hands are linked, fingers twined together. Unlike previously, Cloud is not touching Sephiroth’s prosthetic hand. He is holding onto his right hand, as tightly as he can. He and Sephiroth are smiling at each other, sharing something deep, and new, and powerful. A moment just for the two of them. A silent promise before a new beginning. end image description]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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Day 20: Lost
Aerith:
“Oh,” She breathed, staring out at the field that stretched below her. “Oh, wow.”
“That’s quite a sight.” Genesis agreed, pushing his bangs out of his face, the new grey streak in his red hair an unsettling highlight. “I mean, we’re in the middle of nowhere, exhausted, and filthy, but that is quite a sight.”
Aerith elbowed him, refusing to let his dour attitude spoil her fun. This was the best thing she’d ever seen. Standing atop the small bluff, looking over the field before her. The flowers, and flowers, and flowers.
“Whatcha got?” Zack called up from behind them, from where he was walking with Angeal.
“Want to go down in style?” Genesis asked in a whisper.
Aerith felt her grin grow. Lifted her arms in answer. Genesis’s hands gripped her waist, Beat his wing hard, just once, and they were flying down the steep cliff face together. Sweeping over the flowers in slow spirals.
“No fair!” Zack’s voice followed, full of laughter, even as Aerith shrieked in a combination of delight and terror, clinging to Genesis’s coat.
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[image description: An illustration of an outside scene, with wild bushes growing up in the background. Sephiroth stands straight and startled, hands lifted up away from his waist. He wears a long cape and casual clothes, with gloves. His left hand– the prosthetic one– is covered in cuts and slashes. Glued to his side is a furious, scowling Aerith. She is gripping Sephiroth in an extremely tight hug, glaring towards the camera in protective fury. She is small in comparison physically, but her determination burns. End image description]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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Day 18: Paranoia
“Well, we all know where to avoid, right?” Genesis had said, spreading out the world map from his library across Angeal’s table.
“Kalm,” Angeal and Sephiroth had dutifully chorused.
“What?” Zack blinked. Looked between the three of them with his visible eyebrow furrowed. “Why? What’s in Kalm?”
“Generally, Shinra spies waiting to pick up anyone who’s trying to escaped from Midgar.”
“What, seriously?”
“Seriously.” Sephiroth smirked. Chuckled. “Never go to Kalm.”
“Boring town anyway.” Genesis said flippantly. “What’s the plan?”
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“So,” Aerith said slowly. “Camping trip?”
“To start,” Zack replied happily, wandering towards the wall beside her. “But again, don’t know when or if we’ll ever come back. So if you don’t want to come—”
“Zack. I told you. I’m coming.” She threaded her arm through his, stepping a little closer to his side. “Now where are your big scary Soldier friends?”
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Day 17: Dirty Secret
“I don’t know how to begin.” Sephiroth said, sitting at the table and staring listlessly down at the journal he’d asked Zack to bring back for him.“You could go with the whole ‘I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve called you all here today.’ That’s a classic.”
“Zack,” Angeal sighed. “Not right now.”
“I… didn’t call you all here. It’s Angeal’s apartment. I assume he invited–”
“It’s just a saying.” Angeal interrupted quickly. “Less joking, puppy.”
Sephiroth’s eyes were so tired. Even his confusion sounded weary. Angeal had never seen him so tired. So dispirited…
Cloud had bounced back quickly from the mako addiction. No doubts about that. He sat near Sephiroth, nursing his cup of tea. Sometimes his eyes wandered off to look at something on the wall, but he came back quickly now. When Zack had first carried him into the apartment, Angeal had thought…
Well. They’d lost people to the Mako before.
Now he and Genesis were both looking at the book. The gun in the room. The only thing Sephiroth had asked for since. They kept glancing up to each other, as if the two of them
“Just start at the beginning.” Angeal encouraged, fighting the urge to reach across the table.
So far Sephiroth had reacted badly to any attempts to touch him.
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[Image description: A close up image of trooper Cloud Strife. He is wearing a light scrub top, lying on his side. He holds in both hands the face of another Cloud, broken and cracked, barely holding together. The other Cloud’s face does not appear to be fully flesh or fully human– It holds its shape like ceramic– but it is in mid-expression. Brows twisted, lips parted. Tears swell in the broken Cloud’s eyes, despite the fact that they have no pupil or iris. Cloud holds the broken face close to his chest, curled up with it. They are alone together. End image description.]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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————-Day 16: Hallucinations
Cloud got sick on
On the tenth day
No, the twelfth—No. No. Hold it together. Be stronger than you are.
Cloud was sick. He knew that much. Cloud was sick, and right now he was alone, but Sephiroth would come back. Sephiroth would rest his cool metal hand on Cloud’s too-hot face, and speak softly to him, and that would help. Sephiroth always knew exactly how many days it had been, so Cloud could ask him. He didn’t have to count. He didn’t have to pace.
He just had to curl in his corner and breathe in through his nose, out through his mouth. He just had to stay calm.
‘Never liked… mako tanks.’ the face in his hands whispered, sorrowful and distant.
“Sorry,” Cloud told it. “Me neither. But at least it doesn’t leave needle marks.”
‘Hold as tight… as you can.’ The face in his hands warned. ‘You’re starting to… drift.’
“Why?” Cloud asked, curling tighter, staring into the face’s empty eye. “Why is this happening?”
‘The mako… poison…’
Cloud stared at the broken face, dazed. It was his face, wasn’t it? It was his face. It was supposed to be—
He turned the face around. Looked at the smooth, empty interior. From this side he could see straight through that blank eye. Like it was made of mesh.
He brought it up to his face like a mask.
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[Image Description: A drawing of Cloud and Sephiroth, both shirtless, standing before a softly glowing green background. They stand apart from one another, holding eye contact, both of their expressions pained and sorrowful as they hold eye contact with each other. Sephiroth’s cut-short hair falls loose around his bare shoulders. His left arm has been replaced with a shining black metal arm, laced through with green mako energy. Cloud is holding the metal hand to his face, pressing his cheek against it. Sephiroth glances in agony to Cloud’s right shoulder where there is a hand-print scar, black, and streaked through with red, like lava under the surface. A similar scar marks the center of Sephiroth’s torso where Genesis stabbed him. They both look… hopeless. End image description.]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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——————-Day 15: Possession | Science Gone Wrong
“It is not so much that I mind the work or the outcome.” Hojo said conversationally.Sephiroth said nothing. Watched, dispassionately, as one of Hojo’s surgical machines ripped the bone of his forearm. As another inserted the metal screw at the end of a thick metal bolt. He watched it twist into his body with grim acceptance and did not let the pain show.
“It is the lack of responsiveness that I object to.”
Sephiroth felt the Other moving in his mind. Closed his eyes to focus. To try to stop it.
‘Stubborn,’ the Other accused, the thought flowing through him like one of his own.
“For all intents and purposes the re-attachment should have been a full success.” Hojo was saying. “And yet the decay set in almost immediately. Now why do you suppose that was?”
Sephiroth’s back arched up off the table as the metal drilling down into his forearm went deeper. He felt his neck tense, his tendons tighten, but he did not scream.
‘You hurt no one but yourself through this.’ The Other was joyless in his mind for once. Almost sullen with disappointment. He had been ever since Sephiroth had cut off the arm.
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[Image description: A dynamic moment. Sephiroth is standing behind Cloud, his left hand resting on Cloud’s right shoulder. It could be a tender moment, but something has gone wrong. Sephiroth’s hand is too tight. Cloud is tense, twisting towards him, mouth open in a pained exclamation. Sephiroth is gripping his own arm tightly, his brows deeply furrowed and startled and afraid. His shaggy shoulder-length hair sways with his attempt to move away. Under Sephiroth’s left hand, Cloud’s shirt is starting to smolder and burn. end image description]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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*~ Two Bonus Images at End of Chapter~*
Day 14: Branding
Cloud held the fractured half a face in both hands, carefully. Held up as if it were on a body roughly his size. Because it would have been. The reflection had looked so much like him before…Well. Now he looked like one eye, most of a cheek, a few locks of hair, and half a mouth.
The mouth was the most recent addition. Cloud had pieced together the face over a month of dreams. Finding splintered fragments of him in the middle of nightmares. broken like porcelain, but they still felt like skin, and hair.
The mouth had come much later. A single visit in the middle of the night during Sephiroth’s long, stretching absence.
"You’re back!“ Cloud had cried, carrying the rest of the reflection’s broken face wrapped carefully in his jacket.
The reflection had shaken his head. Whispered “thank you,” and then he’d reached up. Clawed his own fingers into the hole in his head. Tore off one last chunk of his face. Then he had vanished again, just as abruptly.
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[image description: A warm illustration of Zack and Aerith. They are standing close together. Aerith is holding pink ribbons and Zack’s black eyepatch, clearly working on something. Her hair spills loose around her shoulders. Zack is watching her, fixated. He is turned with his missing eye towards the viewer. His eyelid is stitched closed over the empty socket. In his left hand he holds one of Aerith’s flowers, slowly lowering it from his face. The only color in the image is the blush on both of their cheeks. end image description]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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Day 13: (Alt. Prompt) Falling
“So,” said Zack happily, “What did we learn?”
“If someone attacks you and they seem good at grappling, try tapping out.”
“And how did we learn that?”
“Zack—”
“Hooooow did we learn that?”
“I tried to put you in a headlock and you tapped out.”
“And?”
Cloud sighed heavily. “And you reversed position and got me in a headlock.”
“Yeah I did!”
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Fuck, thought Zack Fair to himself, wind screaming in his ears, whipping his hair up into his face.
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[image description: A pair of images. In the first, Cloud is standing before Sephiroth, wearing a cozy hoodie. Sephiroth is seated before him, face is pressed into Cloud’s chest. He has one hand gripping the back of Cloud’s hoodie. Cloud is gently resting his face against Sephiroth’s head, his expression one of soft concern. In the second image, Cloud is cradled in Sephiroth’s arms. Cloud is fast asleep, curled up against Sephiroth’s chest. Sephiroth has a tender expression on his face, and has just pressed a soft, sweet kiss to his forehead. end image description]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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Day 12: Broken Down
“You’re sure you’re steady enough?”
“Quite certain, Cloud. My legs are quite sturdy. Would you like to feel them?”
“Don’tflirt with me, I’m walking you home from medical!”
“Alright. When shall we reschedule for? Friday?”
Cloud snorted. Ducked his head. His hands shoved in his pockets, his stride shorter than Sephiroth’s— One and a half steps to Sephiroth’s every one. But they walked side by side.
Sephiroth hadn’t asked him to come down. To walk back with him. To do anything, really. But Cloud had shown up anyway, when Sephiroth finally replied. Replied to the backlog of 54 messages, sent over the last 11 days, while he had been floating and—
He yanked his thoughts away from that like pulling on a Chocobo’s reins. Glanced down to Cloud, walking by him with his chin tucked and his hands in his pockets.
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[Image Descriptions: A trio of images. In the first, Genesis sits at a table, a cup of tea forgotten and pushed to the side. His elbows are on the table, his fingers interlaced. He is leaning his head on the back of his hands. He looks worn down. Exhausted. Behind him, Angeal stands, holding his own cup of tea, looking drawn and worried as he keeps one eye on Genesis. In the second image, Zack sits with his back to Cloud, his expression sad and concerned. He wears an eyepatch over his right eye, and a SOLDIER hoodie. Behind him, sitting curled up on the seat, is Cloud, hiding his eyes and sobbing softly. In the final image, two versions of Sephiroth exist simultaneously. On the left, he floats unconscious in a mako tube. On the right he is on hands and knees, bruised and wounded, with one hand over his stomach, glaring up at someone before him with surprise and hatred. End image descriptions]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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Day 11: Defiance | Struggling | Crying
The tea was cold. Definitely. It had gone cold long ago. If he sat here long enough, maybe it would grow a film of mold. If he sat here long enough, maybe he would too. Maybe he already had.
“Genesis.”
Angeal again. Trying to talk him up. Or talk him down. Genesis didn’t know which Angeal thought he needed.
“He’s fine. They said he’s healing. No harm done.”
“Oh,” Genesis laughed. It felt like there was acid in his mouth. “There was harm done. Or don’t you have eyes?”
He didn’t move while he spoke. Kept his elbows braced on the table, his fingers laced, holding up his head. He felt… Old. Old, and tired, and the bitter kind of angry.
“Why didn’t he block?”
“Genesis.”
“Why didn’t he? What was he thinking? You saw him, he just… He just stood there, and I—”
He took a breath. Hold it together, he told himself. Hold it together, hold it together. He could feel it happening again. That library feeling. He’d started to think of it as his shadow coming loose. Like some part of him that was always there but that he couldn’t see, unspooling. Making new shapes behind him.
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[image description: An image of a cramped huddle, black and white except for the blood. Closest to the viewer, with their backs turned, are Genesis and Cloud. They are looking towards where Angeal is crouched before a wounded Zack. Angeal’s hand is in Zack’s hair, and he is looking at Zack, deeply worried. Zack’s right eye is a mess of blood, spilling down his face. He bears bruises and bloody wounds all over his face and arms, but he is looking up at Cloud with his good eye, and smiling sweetly through the pain, as if nothing at all is wrong now. End image description]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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Day 9: Take Me Instead
So, thought Cloud to himself, what he was learning from his ‘educational field trip’ with Zack boiled down to this.
- He was getting much, much stronger. Almost like being surrounded constantly by the elitist of the elite was rubbing off on him.
- If Zack says something is ‘going to be super easy,’ he should say ‘no thank you.’
- If Zack says something is going to be ‘fun,’ he should run as fast as possible in the opposite direction.
- He had to start getting better about not freezing up when people grabbed him.
- If Zack had known that he was trapped in the labs, he’d have torn the science department to kindling looking for him.
Because yeah. He was stronger. He could slice a dire rat in half. He could face down monsters and gangsters alike at Zack’s side. He could shake off a hit and keep fighting. They likely began enhancements on you Sephiroth had said, inspecting the injection marks on Cloud’s inner elbow. You may find changes in yourself.
But that was just the effects of lesson one.
Lessons two through four came when Zack jogged off to check on something ahead, promising a continuation of their adventure. The moment he was out of sight, a dozen hands were suddenly on Cloud. Lessons two through four came in as he locked up and shut down, terror freezing his blood and his body in memory—
Dude, that’s fucked up—
— and by the time he had the wherewithal to struggle, his hands were tied behind his back and there was someone tying a gag around the back of his head, muffling his screams.
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[Image description: Genesis Rhapsodos is leaning heavily on a table, arms locked, braced firmly. His expression is burning with fury, his brows sharply drawn and his lips pressed tightly together. In his right hand he is holding his phone, very tightly. On the wall behind him, his shadow does not match his reality. Stretching from his shoulder is the shadow of a vast, multi-jointed wing. He looks like he is ready to tear it all down. The whole world. End image description.]
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Day 8: Abandoned | Isolation
Genesis rarely texted. It was a soulless, ludicrous, obnoxious way of communicating. Normally he wouldn’t stoop to it outside of emergencies. If someone wanted to talk to him they could call like a normal person. The problem was, recently, they hadn’t.
‘Any luck with Strife?’ He texted Sephiroth.
Sephiroth had come to him. That had been something, yes. But he’d just come to him like… He didn’t know. Like a professional. Clear, concise questions, directly to the point.
Did you take Cloud to see Loveless?
No ‘hello Genesis how are you’ or ‘read any good books lately?’
Not that he could blame him. He’d seen how Sephiroth couldn’t take his eyes off the Trooper. Questionable taste, but he wasn’t one to judge.
It wouldn’t have been a problem. Shouldn’t have been a problem. The Goddess knew Sephrioth needed a life. But with Angeal busy with his puppy, and the puppy busy with his new puppy, and Sephiroth making puppy eyes at Zack’s puppy—
Genesis shook his head. The soft jingle of his earring was grounding. He took a deep breath. Touched the raised platform in the center of the room and let the VR arena come to life around him.
His family library, in which he’d spend so much of his youth, built itself piece by piece. It was the room he’d spent most of his childhood in. The room where he’d first read Loveless. Where he’d written his official proposal for Banora White Juice with his father. Where he’d opened the letter from Shinra, welcoming him to the Soldier program.
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[Image Description: Sephiroth and Cloud stand together in a quiet moment. They are dressed casually, but appear locked in some sort of intense moment together. Sephiroth’s shorter hair falls loose around his face and shoulders. Cloud, significantly shorter, is reaching up to place his hand on Sephiroth’s chest. His touch is gentle and concerned, and his expression is a picture of soft worry. Sephiroth is staring down at him, fixed but not angry. He appears to be confused and startled, but not upset. If anything he has a faint look of yearning about him. As if he is seeing something he wants very badly, and dares not take. End image description.]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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Cloud was avoiding him.
Which would have worked better if Sephiroth wasn’t one of the four people working together to ensure Cloud was never alone to be snatched away from them again.
Not that he had really been snatched away before.
“Hey,” Cloud’s first text had read. “Zack and I are going to catch a movie. Just want to get out of the building for a while.”
“Have fun,” Sephiroth replied. “Wish him luck with the enhanced hearing.”
“Earplugs” Cloud said, with four ear emoticons on each side of the word.
Sephiroth chuckled and thought no more of it. Until the next day, when—
“Hey,” a text again, “I’m really tired. Just heading back to Angeal’s to sleep. He’s there, so no need to come by. Sorry.”
And that was the first time the thought pulsed through him in terror.
He knows.
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