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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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