Inky Black Stars
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kinkfestTitle: Inky Black Stars
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Rated: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 322
Prompt: July 10th: Kingdom Hearts II, Cloud/Tifa: memories— he didn’t know why he had other memories of he and Tifa; all he knew was that they were meant to be together.
AN: Probably angstier than the prompter wanted. :P **sheepish** Enjoy!
He remembered soft touches and patient smiles. He remembered wide eyes and a terrible ache. He remembered falling and being caught.
He remembers stars.
He remembered they were important.
Cloud rubbed his forehead with the hard press of two fingers and stared up at the inky black emptiness over his head. It wasn't always like that, he thought. The sky wasn't always barren, but couldn't say how he knew that to be true. He had no answer for that certainty anymore than he knew the answer to why he had memories of Tifa that were so painfully familiar they felt like part of him, and yet...they weren't of here, or of now, or of any place he could willfully recall.
She was his light. That much he knew. She had followed and found and saved him, and he had run from her. Like a coward.
But he had to run, because to look at her hurt. Physically. It clenched his teeth and made his heart hammer and he wanted-- wanted--so many things, so much more than her light, and understood none of it.
He wondered if she understood. Did she know? Was the answer somewhere in her smile? The one that haunted his dreams.
Could she tell him why his heart hurt when he saw flame, or why he hated--hated-- Sephiroth so damn much, or why he was always afraid of losing everything?
Would she know why he knew that she smelled of lavender and tasted of cinnamon? Could she tell him how he knew the sound of his name on her voice, broken, laughing, crying... Would she know why she scared him so much? Why he believed, with his whole heart, that he was meant to be with her.
Just not here. Not now. And that...broke something in him.
Sighing against the futility of going over these same thoughts and questions over and over, Cloud laid back on his bedroll and stared up into inky black. As sleep curled up beside him, he thought of dark eyes and pale skin and wondered: did she remember stars?
Author:
windrider1 Rated: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 322
Prompt: July 10th: Kingdom Hearts II, Cloud/Tifa: memories— he didn’t know why he had other memories of he and Tifa; all he knew was that they were meant to be together.
AN: Probably angstier than the prompter wanted. :P **sheepish** Enjoy!
He remembered soft touches and patient smiles. He remembered wide eyes and a terrible ache. He remembered falling and being caught.
He remembers stars.
He remembered they were important.
Cloud rubbed his forehead with the hard press of two fingers and stared up at the inky black emptiness over his head. It wasn't always like that, he thought. The sky wasn't always barren, but couldn't say how he knew that to be true. He had no answer for that certainty anymore than he knew the answer to why he had memories of Tifa that were so painfully familiar they felt like part of him, and yet...they weren't of here, or of now, or of any place he could willfully recall.
She was his light. That much he knew. She had followed and found and saved him, and he had run from her. Like a coward.
But he had to run, because to look at her hurt. Physically. It clenched his teeth and made his heart hammer and he wanted-- wanted--so many things, so much more than her light, and understood none of it.
He wondered if she understood. Did she know? Was the answer somewhere in her smile? The one that haunted his dreams.
Could she tell him why his heart hurt when he saw flame, or why he hated--hated-- Sephiroth so damn much, or why he was always afraid of losing everything?
Would she know why he knew that she smelled of lavender and tasted of cinnamon? Could she tell him how he knew the sound of his name on her voice, broken, laughing, crying... Would she know why she scared him so much? Why he believed, with his whole heart, that he was meant to be with her.
Just not here. Not now. And that...broke something in him.
Sighing against the futility of going over these same thoughts and questions over and over, Cloud laid back on his bedroll and stared up into inky black. As sleep curled up beside him, he thought of dark eyes and pale skin and wondered: did she remember stars?
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