Final Fantasy VII (Sephiroth/Cloud)
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kinkfestTitle: He Had
Author/Artist: GW Katrina aka![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 190
Summary: The voice had whispered, and he had listened.
Prompt: July 5-14. Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud: In the Crater: "held; surrendered"
He Had
This was everything to him.
He hadn't realized it, not until he had gotten here, until he had -heard- the man, a soft voice just echoing near silently in his mind.
Everything he had done had been done for this man, for this moment. For the moment he could hand the Black Materia over and help Sephiroth become whole.
He was nobody, nothing before this. Now, though, now he was the only one who had succeeded. The failure, the one who had not reacted as he was supposed to, he was the one who had completed this. All the others had failed, had fallen.
Come to me the voice had whispered. And he had.
He wasn't Cloud, Cloud, if he ever had been real, was dead, just like all those other things.
The arms that curled around him now, holding him against a chest that was starting to warm once more as the Materia was activated, calling Meteor and letting Sephiroth regain his true form.
Return to me the voice had whispered. And he had.
Silent, eyes closing, Cloud curled against Sephiroth and gave everything up.
Author/Artist: GW Katrina aka
icedark_elfBeta:
forgottenloverRating: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 190
Summary: The voice had whispered, and he had listened.
Prompt: July 5-14. Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud: In the Crater: "held; surrendered"
He Had
This was everything to him.
He hadn't realized it, not until he had gotten here, until he had -heard- the man, a soft voice just echoing near silently in his mind.
Everything he had done had been done for this man, for this moment. For the moment he could hand the Black Materia over and help Sephiroth become whole.
He was nobody, nothing before this. Now, though, now he was the only one who had succeeded. The failure, the one who had not reacted as he was supposed to, he was the one who had completed this. All the others had failed, had fallen.
Come to me the voice had whispered. And he had.
He wasn't Cloud, Cloud, if he ever had been real, was dead, just like all those other things.
The arms that curled around him now, holding him against a chest that was starting to warm once more as the Materia was activated, calling Meteor and letting Sephiroth regain his true form.
Return to me the voice had whispered. And he had.
Silent, eyes closing, Cloud curled against Sephiroth and gave everything up.
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