Prolonging the End
How did I end up here in a situation like this?
Genesis Rhapsodos sighed heavily as he sank to the ground. He leaned against the wooden wall on the exterior of a chocobo pen, breathing heavily and wishing he could have gone to the Golden Saucer under happier pretenses. But it was a quiet place and the stables were free of employees after the races, and he needed a hiding place for a short while. It wasn't the best place to seek sanctuary, far from it, but it wasn't the worst either. There at least weren't Shin-Ra soldiers creeping around every corner looking for any sign of an escaped fugitive.
Hollander has too much 'business' to attend to in this area...it's nearly impossible to find little places like this that aren't crawling with Shin-Ra's dogs.
But I suppose it's better than nothing.
He heard a soft sound above him and looked up through strands of gray hair at a chocobo's curious face. It was peering over the wall of the stable at him, with a considerable amount of interest in the black wing protruding from his left shoulder.
"Never seen anything like me before, have you?" he asked quietly, though traces of bitterness were betrayed in his voice.
He didn't seem to notice that he looked rather odd talking to the chocobo.
The chocobo proceeded to lean over to sniff him, but he just watched it, his dull blue eyes following its movements. The mako glow was fading for a rather unpleasant shade of blue flecked with gray. He was starting to hate the color; as it overtook every aspect of him, he knew he was marching toward a fate he longed to prolong. He shook his head slightly, trying to shove the thoughts aside for the time being. He wouldn't get any rest if he let his mind swirl with all of those tumultuous thoughts.
Shin-Ra's influence is strong everywhere on this continent...finding sanctuaries just gets harder every day.
Running away from them is only for madmen and monsters.
"You're unlucky. You should never have to see a monster with a demon's wing like me," he remarked, and almost as though it understood and didn't appreciate the insult toward wings, it nudged the dark appendage. He would have patted its beak, but he couldn't find the energy to lift his arm. The degradation was still spreading, but despite how his muscles ached, he smirked slightly up at the giant bird. It stared back at him, still with curiosity, but no alarm for how infamously jumpy they were.
"I suppose you don't find wings to be too strange, do you?"
He closed his eyes and leaned back, still trying to keep the darker thoughts from his mind. The pile of clean hay wasn't exactly comfortable, but it had been a long time since he had slept on a comfortable bed in Shin-Ra's suites for First Class SOLDIERs. He closed his eyes and to try and enjoy the silence for a little while when he started to feel himself nodding off.
Though I suppose being able to fly away isn't the worst thing in the situation I'm in now.
"For as you warned, dear Goddess Minerva..." he trailed off quietly. "Wings stripped away, the end is nigh."
I was cleaning out my files while making backups and found this neglected, old drabble from waaaay back in 2011. XD It was a contest entry for one of the Genesis groups over on DeviantArt.
….I don't remember what the theme or prompt was. *shot*
Anyway, I hope somebody around here enjoyed reading this little drabble!