Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII
Warnings: Angst, Blood, Goodbye, Short, Tissue and Violence/ Torture
Mindless Babble: I know that people have told my that Elena's eyes are gold or hazel. I got the blue from the FFVII cheat book picture.
Cerulean eyes watered both from the stinging, acidic tang that hung heavily in the air and the sight they took in. Her body had gone rigid as her heart refused to accept the reality her mind was telling her to believe. Horror made her already alabaster features even paler. A trembling hand reached out to draw strength from the one who stood in front of her.
But the strength had left this body as well. Any that knew him naught would have believed this man to be heartless and soulless. None of the rigidness in his posture had been lost and mask of calmness was firmly in place, but that's all it was- a mask. Dark eyes were brewing storms of emotion as they took in the scene of this man's second. Control would have to be lost in favor of movement and the dark haired man knew it. Just as he knew that for all the pain he was feeling now, it was insignificant to what the man that stood at his side felt.
Outwardly, the only differentiation that could be detected was the loss of color from the normally dark flesh. Inwardly, a catastrophic tempest slowly built as a spectrum of emotions clashed for dominance. Anguish, sorrow, fury, loss- they fought one another, tearing the man's heart apart. Memories of a kinetic soul mixed with the silence of what coffee colored eyes told him confused the man even more.
None could prepare for what happened next, though they had always known.