AN: 3rd drabble, 'cause I'm in a writing mood. Set right before AVALANCHE arrives in Junon for the first time.
Characters: Priscilla, Sephiroth.
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII.
Note: Been redone due to bad formatting.
She ran so fast down the streets of Junon, she didn't even notice him until she had ran straight into him.
She looked up into his face, and he looked down at her, reguarding her coldly. He pushed her aside and continued to walk down the street, as if nothing could hinder him from his goal.
She put her hands on her hips, then ran after him and tugged on his trenchcoat.
"Hey mister, aren't you gonna apologize?"
He turned around and gave her an annoyed look. He then stooped down to her eye level and looked at her. She stared at his bangs other than his face and saw how soft they looked. She reached out, mesmerized, but he quickly grabbed her small hand, and shook his head.
She looked to his side, and saw a sword of great length. Scared, she tried to take a step back, but his grip on her was strong.
She looked into his eyes. They were a piercing aquamarine. They were the prettiest eyes she had ever seen.
She slowly took in his other features. A face that looked as if it had been carved by holy itself.
She opened her mouth to ask a question that tugged at her mind.
"A-are you an angel?" She stuttered.
He gave her another piercing look and released his hold on her. He stood up and began to walk away, but not without giving his simple reply.
"I will be."
AN: There you have it. I've actually been wanting to do this for awhile, and I'm okay with how it came out. My others are so much better though...