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Found [FFVII, Cloud/Tifa, PG]
Title: Found
Author:
windrider1
Rating: PG
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Midnight- Shrouded in silence and shadows... she finds him.
Word count: 156
AN: Most definitely not what the prompter had in mind, I'm sure, but it's what felt right. Enjoy!!
They reached for him in the eternal midnight of his mind; tendrils of shadow and horror that filtered through defense and pretense to slither deep and coil tight. Cold, they twined around him until voice and breath both failed, and he was unable to break their desperate tether and he alternately prayed for salvation and death.
A number.
A name.
A purpose.
Give me something...
The tendrils suctioned memory and heart, leaving him a shaking hollow husk, too shattered to cry out...too frightened of the reply.
It was then that she found him, dank and dirty, smelling of urine and vomit--his own?--in that train station and she pulled him from the dark with soft words and sturdy hands. With care and precision, she severed the tendrils locking him stagnant, and finally...finally he could move.
He had a name...
“Cloud?”
He had a purpose...
“Hello, Tifa.”
He no longer needed a number.
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Rating: PG
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Midnight- Shrouded in silence and shadows... she finds him.
Word count: 156
AN: Most definitely not what the prompter had in mind, I'm sure, but it's what felt right. Enjoy!!
They reached for him in the eternal midnight of his mind; tendrils of shadow and horror that filtered through defense and pretense to slither deep and coil tight. Cold, they twined around him until voice and breath both failed, and he was unable to break their desperate tether and he alternately prayed for salvation and death.
A number.
A name.
A purpose.
Give me something...
The tendrils suctioned memory and heart, leaving him a shaking hollow husk, too shattered to cry out...too frightened of the reply.
It was then that she found him, dank and dirty, smelling of urine and vomit--his own?--in that train station and she pulled him from the dark with soft words and sturdy hands. With care and precision, she severed the tendrils locking him stagnant, and finally...finally he could move.
He had a name...
“Cloud?”
He had a purpose...
“Hello, Tifa.”
He no longer needed a number.
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Very nice switch from despair to hope.
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P.S. you didn't link this on your journal, and you DEFINITELY should so that people who don't watch this community can find it!!
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I actually didn't have anything specific in mind for what I was expecting with this prompt, and if I did, I'm sure this would be so much better than my idea!
I love the wording you use to set up the image and feeling in the beginning -- Cloud's pain and desperation, how lost he is, how empty... and then, Tifa appears, giving him hope and bringing him out of the shadows.
Also, loved:
He had a name...
“Cloud?” Like, she gave him back his name.
He had a purpose...
“Hello, Tifa.” She's become his purpose.
He no longer needed a number. ... because he has her. (Am I reading into this too much?) Anyways, I loved loved loved what you did with this. :D
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And I'm thrilled that you like it!!! <3 **is happy!!!**
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great job ;D
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