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Your Pillar #1 Genesis Champion and the Burj Kalifa, the tallest structure and building in the world since 2019! It’s 828m (2,717 ft) tall! ⠀
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My beloved Dubai, you really have a special spot in my heart in this infinite world! ♾⠀
So much to see, so much to learn.⠀
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And in this infinity sea of culture, I can’t stop thinking of my bright future! ⠀
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Such a wonderful harmony.⠀
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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: Deep underground in the Mythril Mines, Sephiroth kneels. At his right side lays his prosthetic arm, detached and on the ground. At his right side lays a bloody, squirming tentacle. His left arm is bleeding again, as he clamps his hand down over it to slow the bleeding. He is turning behind himself. Approaching him from the tunnel are Genesis and Angeal, both sporting wings. Their expressions are deeply concerned as they take in the blood. But Sephiroth just looks stressed and horrified to have been caught. End image description.]
Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick
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Day 19: [Alt.] Found Family
“Aim higher for this one,” Genesis advised, lifting Aerith’s hand a touch.
Aerith was panting, sweating, but her eyes were alight. She nodded, holding position after Genesis released her arm.
“Good.” Genesis said. “Now fire.”
Lightning sliced through the air. The piecemeal training dummy that Zack had painted a scowling mud face on exploded. Zack whooped in delight. Cloud elbowed him in annoyance at the sound.
“Oh, you have the touch for it!” Genesis praised.
“Hah…” Aerith was beaming, panting, staring at the completely obliterated bundles of sticks and rocks. “Let’s go again!”
“Hot.” Zack called over to her.
“Down, puppy.” Angeal chuckled.
Sephiroth watched them.
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“Elbows in, Spike!” Zack called over the ringing crash of their swords.
“I’ll put my elbows in you!” Cloud replied, launching off a tree after being tossed lightly aside.
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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 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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