Disclaimer: Me. No. Own. Final. Fantasy. VII. I just play with this. Fun fun fun.
Warning: Implied Yaoi.
Dedication: To Bobolac, because I love you and you inspire me.
Current Music: Hero's Come Back, the new Naruto opening (I'm a dork).
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Not Alone.
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The darkness closed around him like a cloak. It was strangely comforting, warm and secure. He still didn't like it and he was beginning to feel slightly suffocated by the closeness. No matter what he did, the darkness was always there. It was as if he couldn't really see anything beyond himself, but only because he could feel himself there. It was unnerving, and within the crevices of his mind, a darker presence made itself known. The nightmares were beginning to sneak up on him again, nightmares he'd lived through several times before.
You know you can't escape...The voices were there again, hissing, threatening. He was hoping they'd go away, leave him alone, but his hope was futile. They lived within his mind.
"I wish I could... I want to escape. I want to be free.." his voice was soft, yet rusty from disuse. He had few people to talk to, and he wished sorely for company within his personal darkness, his personal hell. He wanted someone to understand, to be there with him. To care.
He wandered these paths alone, though, confined in this horrifying coffin under the earth. Not one person was there to hold him and comfort him, and he hated himself even more for putting himself through this. He saw now that it wasn't necessary, he saw that he didn't need to atone. He was not the sinner, but those around him at the time, those who did this to him.
You are wrong, Valentine. You're the sinner. You've already sullied your hands.
"You are wrong, it's not my fault!" He tossed and turned, clawing at his ears, his eyes, his arms. Strong arms enveloped him and a calm, beautiful voice sounded in his ear.
"You're having a nightmare, Vince. Wake up."
His eyes opened slowly, and crimson collided with slate grey. He could see the faint glow of mako in the darkness, he could see the concern shining in those eyes.
"I-it was a dream...?" His voice was drained, weak. Still rusty.
A soft chuckle sounded in that deep baritone, that blessedly familiar and beloved voice. "A nightmare was all it was. Calm down, you can rest." I am here.
Vincent sighed contentedly as he once again was enveloped in that firm, warm and strong embrace. He was safe and he was home. What was even better...
He wasn't alone.
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