AN: Originally written for blueshinra's Aerith/Tseng post during the OTP war held at my now-defunct LiveJournal.
Obsession has a sound.
There was a faucet that used to haunt his nights when he was a boy.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
It was a counterpart to the buzz of insects outside his window, an incessant beat tapping on the doors to his ears. His dreams were dissonant and often loud enough to call his father.
She's weeping, his father would say.
Who is weeping, Father? Who is weeping? Tseng would want to know.
Gaia is weeping, his father would answer. She is weeping for the day to come back to her. Go to sleep, Tseng.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
She is weeping again, Father, he wants to say.
But this time Gaia is a woman, a perfect, petal-pink song that haunts his nights as a man. Tseng sits outside her door and listens to it.
Comments are appreciated!