Final Fantasy VII (Sephiroth/Aeris)
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kinkfestTitle: Letting Go
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 1,110
Summary: Aeris pulls Sephiroth from the crater and gives him new life.
Prompt: #13. Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Aeris: Forgiveness, postgame or alternate universe - "I forgave you long ago"
Letting Go
Gentle hands lifted him from the crater, brushing away his tears. He collapsed on the hard packed ground, still hot from battle. And yet, the battle had ended so long ago.
The broken wing, crumpled beside him, ached even more than the rest of his body. It was all that was left of his glory, all that was left of his sin.
“It’s going to be okay now.” The voice was soft, clear in spite of the whirl of energy that surrounded them, emanated from the pit beneath him. Soft, and strangely familiar, though he lacked even the energy to raise his head from the jagged rocks that tore into the skin of his cheek.
It wasn’t okay. Foolish girl. It could never be okay. Never again.
“Let me help you.” The gentle hands wrapped around the arm unencumbered by the wing. “You can’t stay here.”
It hurt. Every cell in his body screamed in pain when she tried to move him. He bit back on the pain, swallowed the agony burning through his broken body. He would never admit to such weakness. They might have defeated him, but they hadn’t destroyed him. They couldn’t destroy him. Mother would never allow them to—
“Come with me.” It wasn’t a plea. It was an invitation. “I can make you whole again.”
“Whole?” The word slipped from between his lips before he could stop it. He had never been whole. Powerful, yes, but always in the darkness, always alone.
He’d never felt fear before. Not until he looked into her eyes, as clear blue as the depths of the windswept sea. Into her smile, as brilliant and as filled with promise as the sun at the bright dawn of day.
“Yes, silly.” She laughed and the crater around them dissolved into a field of lilies that spread out as far around them as he could see. Lazy clouds drifted through a bright sky, so bright it forced him to close his eyes.
“There is no wholeness for me.” He didn’t care if the words sounded bitter. She could never tell anyone of his weakness. He had killed her once. He would kill her again. “Only darkness. Only Mother.”
A shudder drove itself through his body and he realized he was cold in spite of the warmth of the sun that spread across the field…her field. Death had never felt so near, so close to claiming him. He reached out to it, welcomed it. Only in death would he be complete, would the emptiness inside him be filled.
But, she took his hand instead, wrapped her small, slender fingers around his larger ones. She was warm, so warm that the heat leeched into him, banishing the aching cold from his arms.
“No.” He tried to pull free, but she held him with a strength that belied her gentle touch.
“Come with me.” The invitation again. “I can save you.” Her smile deepened. “I can give you life. I can give you love.”
“Love?” There was no such thing as love. It was a myth, a lie. “No!”
Tearing his hand free, he shoved himself to his feet, staggered backward on trembling legs. The sunlight, the field vanished into the eerie half-light of the pit. He teetered over the edge, unable to catch himself, unable to make his shattered wing work.
Her arms wrapped around him. Her lips found his, soft and insistent. She smelled of flowers, of fresh air, of life. Once again, the warmth consumed him, washing over him in a wave that left him breathless.
She pulled away, dragging him back from the edge of the crater. “I’ve always known you, but I could never touch you, never save you until now.”
“Save me?” He frowned down at her. Nothing she said made sense. “Why would you want to save me? I hated you. I was jealous of you. I…” The words stuck in his throat. Until now, he’d never realized how much he’d resented her, how much it had hurt when she’d shunned him, how much more he’d wanted her than he’d wanted her powers. “I killed you.”
The smile again. The smile that lit the sun. “Do I look dead to you, silly?”
“You are dead.” He turned away with a huff, following her back into the field of flowers when she left the edge of the pit. “I’m dead, too.”
“Are you?”
If he’d been dead, he’d have been whole. “I would have been if you hadn’t interfered.” He stormed away. There had to be way out the accursed field. He didn’t have to stand there and listen to her nonsense. “I don’t know why you’d want to interfere anyway.”
“Because, silly…” Her voice followed him. “I forgave you long ago.”
Long ago. The words echoed in his mind. “How long?” He wasn’t sure why, but he had to know.
“Eons ago. Millennia ago.”
He stopped. “That long?”
“We are eternal, we two. Two sides of the same eternal coin.”
“No.” It couldn’t be.
“It doesn’t have to be that way.” She appeared before him. “I can make you whole, and we can live, Sephiroth, as one.”
Whole. One. “I don’t believe you,” he moaned, his voice a desperate, pain-filled whisper.
“Will you stay with me?” she asked, a white glow surrounding her. “Will you let Jenova go?”
The hand she extended was inviting. He could feel her love. “Why? Why are you doing this for me?”
“The others always stood between us. Jenova, the Ancients, the humans.” She took his face between her hands, brushed back the strands of silver hair that fell across his face. “Don’t you remember? You never needed Jenova. You had me. You had us.”
The Forgotten City rose up around them, its ethereal light eerie, the glowing trees that surrounded it not quite real. The place he had killed her, the scene of his crime.
It wasn’t deserted though, and it was hardly ruins. They were there, the Ancients, around them, filling the city with their unearthly light.
“Mother?”
Aeris nodded, slipping an arm through his. “You were always one of us, until they took you and filled you with alien cells. I could never claim you, never help you until they defeated you and I found a way to bring you back to me.”
The white glow settled around her, clinging to her in the shape of a flowing robe. Beautiful wings, the color of her hair lay folded on her back.
Sephiroth lowered his head. He’d always be different. He only had one wing.
“Come,” she whispered, “my one-winged angel. Come with me. Let me make you whole.”
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Word count: 1,110
Summary: Aeris pulls Sephiroth from the crater and gives him new life.
Prompt: #13. Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Aeris: Forgiveness, postgame or alternate universe - "I forgave you long ago"
Letting Go
Gentle hands lifted him from the crater, brushing away his tears. He collapsed on the hard packed ground, still hot from battle. And yet, the battle had ended so long ago.
The broken wing, crumpled beside him, ached even more than the rest of his body. It was all that was left of his glory, all that was left of his sin.
“It’s going to be okay now.” The voice was soft, clear in spite of the whirl of energy that surrounded them, emanated from the pit beneath him. Soft, and strangely familiar, though he lacked even the energy to raise his head from the jagged rocks that tore into the skin of his cheek.
It wasn’t okay. Foolish girl. It could never be okay. Never again.
“Let me help you.” The gentle hands wrapped around the arm unencumbered by the wing. “You can’t stay here.”
It hurt. Every cell in his body screamed in pain when she tried to move him. He bit back on the pain, swallowed the agony burning through his broken body. He would never admit to such weakness. They might have defeated him, but they hadn’t destroyed him. They couldn’t destroy him. Mother would never allow them to—
“Come with me.” It wasn’t a plea. It was an invitation. “I can make you whole again.”
“Whole?” The word slipped from between his lips before he could stop it. He had never been whole. Powerful, yes, but always in the darkness, always alone.
He’d never felt fear before. Not until he looked into her eyes, as clear blue as the depths of the windswept sea. Into her smile, as brilliant and as filled with promise as the sun at the bright dawn of day.
“Yes, silly.” She laughed and the crater around them dissolved into a field of lilies that spread out as far around them as he could see. Lazy clouds drifted through a bright sky, so bright it forced him to close his eyes.
“There is no wholeness for me.” He didn’t care if the words sounded bitter. She could never tell anyone of his weakness. He had killed her once. He would kill her again. “Only darkness. Only Mother.”
A shudder drove itself through his body and he realized he was cold in spite of the warmth of the sun that spread across the field…her field. Death had never felt so near, so close to claiming him. He reached out to it, welcomed it. Only in death would he be complete, would the emptiness inside him be filled.
But, she took his hand instead, wrapped her small, slender fingers around his larger ones. She was warm, so warm that the heat leeched into him, banishing the aching cold from his arms.
“No.” He tried to pull free, but she held him with a strength that belied her gentle touch.
“Come with me.” The invitation again. “I can save you.” Her smile deepened. “I can give you life. I can give you love.”
“Love?” There was no such thing as love. It was a myth, a lie. “No!”
Tearing his hand free, he shoved himself to his feet, staggered backward on trembling legs. The sunlight, the field vanished into the eerie half-light of the pit. He teetered over the edge, unable to catch himself, unable to make his shattered wing work.
Her arms wrapped around him. Her lips found his, soft and insistent. She smelled of flowers, of fresh air, of life. Once again, the warmth consumed him, washing over him in a wave that left him breathless.
She pulled away, dragging him back from the edge of the crater. “I’ve always known you, but I could never touch you, never save you until now.”
“Save me?” He frowned down at her. Nothing she said made sense. “Why would you want to save me? I hated you. I was jealous of you. I…” The words stuck in his throat. Until now, he’d never realized how much he’d resented her, how much it had hurt when she’d shunned him, how much more he’d wanted her than he’d wanted her powers. “I killed you.”
The smile again. The smile that lit the sun. “Do I look dead to you, silly?”
“You are dead.” He turned away with a huff, following her back into the field of flowers when she left the edge of the pit. “I’m dead, too.”
“Are you?”
If he’d been dead, he’d have been whole. “I would have been if you hadn’t interfered.” He stormed away. There had to be way out the accursed field. He didn’t have to stand there and listen to her nonsense. “I don’t know why you’d want to interfere anyway.”
“Because, silly…” Her voice followed him. “I forgave you long ago.”
Long ago. The words echoed in his mind. “How long?” He wasn’t sure why, but he had to know.
“Eons ago. Millennia ago.”
He stopped. “That long?”
“We are eternal, we two. Two sides of the same eternal coin.”
“No.” It couldn’t be.
“It doesn’t have to be that way.” She appeared before him. “I can make you whole, and we can live, Sephiroth, as one.”
Whole. One. “I don’t believe you,” he moaned, his voice a desperate, pain-filled whisper.
“Will you stay with me?” she asked, a white glow surrounding her. “Will you let Jenova go?”
The hand she extended was inviting. He could feel her love. “Why? Why are you doing this for me?”
“The others always stood between us. Jenova, the Ancients, the humans.” She took his face between her hands, brushed back the strands of silver hair that fell across his face. “Don’t you remember? You never needed Jenova. You had me. You had us.”
The Forgotten City rose up around them, its ethereal light eerie, the glowing trees that surrounded it not quite real. The place he had killed her, the scene of his crime.
It wasn’t deserted though, and it was hardly ruins. They were there, the Ancients, around them, filling the city with their unearthly light.
“Mother?”
Aeris nodded, slipping an arm through his. “You were always one of us, until they took you and filled you with alien cells. I could never claim you, never help you until they defeated you and I found a way to bring you back to me.”
The white glow settled around her, clinging to her in the shape of a flowing robe. Beautiful wings, the color of her hair lay folded on her back.
Sephiroth lowered his head. He’d always be different. He only had one wing.
“Come,” she whispered, “my one-winged angel. Come with me. Let me make you whole.”
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