Hello! I know I've been away for awfully long, thesis writing took all my time lately. Sorry for the hiatus. But I guess it tells a lot about the extent of my obsession that I immediately ran back to writing this couple. So I bring two small drabbles for you. Enjoy! :)
Beholder
"And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you"
Eyes.
Iris, pupil, cornea.
Eyes like those of a deer, huge, deep, fanned with long lashes, the blue in them under the mako glow is that of peacock feathers. The fire in them is far from anything even remotely as timid as deers or as fragile as feathers though. It holds the hardness of unforgiving steel and flames that could set hell back to fire if it ever froze over.
Retina, choroid, sclera, precarious tangle of fibers and muscle and tissue, nothing more.
Sephiroth lightly runs his fingertips through auburn hair protein filament barely touching, careful not to wake the other. His eyes take in everything, every little detail of the graceful sleeping form beside him, and his lips spread into a small, bewildered smile despite himself.
He doesn't understand what is it that so fascinates him in this man, his food and his poison.
Soon, those azure eyes will flutter open, those seductive lips will whisper and smile and kiss; and in an hour, they will be fighting again, he knew it, because they always did.
But moments like this were definitely worth fighting for.
Consumed
"All darkness shall be hid in his secret places: a fire not blown shall consume him"
Dark.
It is darkness that surrounds me, but that is fine. I'm not afraid of darkness. Never been.
Never been allowed.
Darkness is not being examined and prodded with needles under harsh lights
that make your eyes hurt.
Darkness is watching the city bleed mako green light into my room instead of signing yet another pile of papers.
Darkness is being held in your arms and waking without nightmares.
But this darkness, this cold, creeping nothing that I now feel, that is inside…
This darkness I fear.
I can hear your mocking laugh, your velvet voice ringing in my ears, so familiar. The Great General, afraid of darkness… oh, how would you tease me, carelessly driving your claws deep, unaware of your cruelty.
You always are.
Except you are gone and your voice only haunts my memories. You left without a word and left me here without anything that would tell me where to look for you. That would tell me why am I alone in this bed now.
And I feel the darkness creeping just a little bit closer.
