The beginning of the Christmas posts.
Dec. 26th, 2009 02:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_flamewingOkay, I...didn't manage to finish all the fic requests, but I'm still working on the ones I haven't gotten to, so never fear! In the meantime, there will be a series of fic posts for everyone who asked, starting with:
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII/X
Pairing: Cloud Strife/Yuna
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suzu_no_hito and set in the universe of the Dead Fantasy series of videos.
He doesn't know who she is - he realizes that as soon as she comes into view - though it might be more accurate to say that she isn't who he wanted her to be.
He's looking for Tifa when he first feels it - that surge of energy, of magic, so familiar it aches - and before he has time to doubt himself, he's guided Fenrir through a sharp turn.
It's the Summons, naturally, that catch his attention first - different than the ones he knows, some of them, but with the same feel, the same power - and he's already reaching for his sword as one by one, they fall.
By this time, though, he can see the girl - and she isn't Aeris. Her hair is brown, but cropped short, and she's a slight little thing, on her knees and worn from the casting. But it's too late to stop himself, he's committed now, and even if she isn't who he wanted her to be, she's still in danger.
She doesn't know him, either, that much is clear. There is no recognition in her eyes when she stands, but there is grace and poise and kindness, and that's enough to convince Cloud to offer her a hand onto Fenrir when he turns to leave.
Because the other thing he can see in her eyes is disappointment - the same kind he felt when he learned she was not who he wanted. Because she has been waiting for someone, too. He sees the way her eyes linger on his sword, on his hair - the way her gaze goes slightly hazy when she first looks at him, like she she is trying her hardest to see something else.
He sees because it is the way he looks at her - the way he tries to see only her staff, her pale skin, her brown hair. The way if he tries hard enough, he can almost pretend she is someone she is not.
Somewhere, he thinks, in her world (which seems remarkably similar to his own) - she has lost someone. Someone she loved. Someone who is never coming back. And all this time, she has been looking over her shoulder, expecting to see them running from the distance. She has gone to her knees in battle waiting for that hand to reach out and help her back to her feet.
She has been waiting for them to love her enough to come back to her.
But Cloud knows that doesn't happen - and that it doesn't have to be the only answer. And he thinks that maybe - just maybe - they can be each other's answers.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII/X
Pairing: Cloud Strife/Yuna
Rating: PG
A/N: Written for
suzu_no_hito and set in the universe of the Dead Fantasy series of videos.He doesn't know who she is - he realizes that as soon as she comes into view - though it might be more accurate to say that she isn't who he wanted her to be.
He's looking for Tifa when he first feels it - that surge of energy, of magic, so familiar it aches - and before he has time to doubt himself, he's guided Fenrir through a sharp turn.
It's the Summons, naturally, that catch his attention first - different than the ones he knows, some of them, but with the same feel, the same power - and he's already reaching for his sword as one by one, they fall.
By this time, though, he can see the girl - and she isn't Aeris. Her hair is brown, but cropped short, and she's a slight little thing, on her knees and worn from the casting. But it's too late to stop himself, he's committed now, and even if she isn't who he wanted her to be, she's still in danger.
She doesn't know him, either, that much is clear. There is no recognition in her eyes when she stands, but there is grace and poise and kindness, and that's enough to convince Cloud to offer her a hand onto Fenrir when he turns to leave.
Because the other thing he can see in her eyes is disappointment - the same kind he felt when he learned she was not who he wanted. Because she has been waiting for someone, too. He sees the way her eyes linger on his sword, on his hair - the way her gaze goes slightly hazy when she first looks at him, like she she is trying her hardest to see something else.
He sees because it is the way he looks at her - the way he tries to see only her staff, her pale skin, her brown hair. The way if he tries hard enough, he can almost pretend she is someone she is not.
Somewhere, he thinks, in her world (which seems remarkably similar to his own) - she has lost someone. Someone she loved. Someone who is never coming back. And all this time, she has been looking over her shoulder, expecting to see them running from the distance. She has gone to her knees in battle waiting for that hand to reach out and help her back to her feet.
She has been waiting for them to love her enough to come back to her.
But Cloud knows that doesn't happen - and that it doesn't have to be the only answer. And he thinks that maybe - just maybe - they can be each other's answers.