Seph and Zack Blurbstuff!
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ladybug_archiveBlaaah. Major insomnia earlier. XD; **got three hours of sleep.** Among other interruptions, my mind was too active while I tossed and flailed in bed. It mapped out most of chapter 8 of I Don't Feel Enough for You to Cry, as well as randomly extending KH Cloud's dream sequence in Duel of the Fallen Heroes.
It had Cloud call Zack, telling him about killing Sephiroth in his, Cloud's, rage and madness. Zack came down there, very distraught and upset, of course, but at the same time relieved that Cloud had been brought back to himself. He suggested calling Merlin to see if anything could be done to bring Seph back. So that was done, and I think Merlin asked Cloud if he wanted Sephiroth brought back and if he would be willing to take care of the other if it was done. He could do something that would heal Seph just enough to be able to live, apparently. (Though there wouldn't be a guarantee it'd work, since it didn't for Tifa.) But Cloud said that he would be willing.
Meanwhile, instead of going to Hell, Seph was sent back to the hall of judgement. He was told that he had not failed, as his death had been what shocked Cloud into reality again. Then he was given the option of staying there in the afterlife, if he wished, or returning to life, in spite of the fact that he would be in a lot of pain and it would take him a long time to recover. And he chose to return, deciding that it would be very dull and lonely up there without the people he knew (i.e., Zack). And I think he felt that Cloud would probably not get over killing him, due to the circumstances in which it occured.
Soo, he came back. XD Cuteness!
And then my mind also thought up the following blurb, which takes place during the crisis in S&M.**can't get enough of writing about that.** It was inspired by a line in another blurb I wrote weeks earlier, which I'm still debating posting right now.
The brunet shuddered slightly as he made his way into the cave, which was brightly lit by the various crystals and gems adorning the walls, ceiling, and floor. It was a beautiful place, and should have been peaceful, but his reason for coming was not to enjoy the scenery. He could not, considering what had happened to his friend.
He gave a low whistle when he came across Cloud's sword. Unable to be lifted due to its stone covering, it remained where he had dropped it. A perfect statue---one of Jenova's "garden art pieces", as Cloud sarcastically said. But at least . . . it had never been alive. It could never feel the pain of being covered in granite. It did not have limbs that would suddenly be held in place no matter how desperately the struggle continued for freedom. Nor did it have eyes that would be swiftly and most likely painfully blinded as the stone coated them. Its breath would not abruptly be stopped, and it would not feel that it was suffocating. It would not be in agony even now. It was inanimate, unsentient, and always had been.
Unlike poor Seph.
He had to stop, swallowing hard, when he found the other's form. Even though he had known this had happened, even though he had witnessed it taking place, it did not lessen the sick feeling of seeing his old friend in stone. Seph's eyes were wide and filled with pain, panic, shock, and desperation. His outstretched arms and clawing hands spoke of his frantic and vain attempt to get free. His hair streamed out behind him, frozen in the moment.
He looked like an expertly carved statue, really---every detail applied painstakingly by some talented sculptor. And yet that was not the case at all. That was what made the sight so all at once horrific and shocking and unbelievable.
"Oh Seph . . ." The brunet reached out, gripping the other's lifeless hand as best as he could. If he could only do something instead of just standing here helplessly! All he could do was to try to speak to the older man, to try to get through to his spirit and give him some kind of comfort and reassurance.
He closed his eyes. Seph? Hey . . . it's me, old pal.
Of course he did not get any sort of physical reaction; what worried him was that he could not sense the other's spirit. It could not be encased in stone, even if Seph's body was. Was the stone blocking all attempts at communication? Was he in some sort of suspended animation or sleep? He was not dead, that much was clear. His friend would know if that was the case.
I dunno if you can hear me, but I'm not giving up on you. I can't even imagine what this must be like for you, Seph. It must be awful. I wish . . . I wish I could've done something to stop it. I wish I could get you out of this right now!
He tried to smile weakly. It's not over, Seph. Everything's going to be alright, somehow. We're gonna find a way to save you, I promise! Hey, I always keep my promises, right?
Still nothing. Did Seph hear him at all? Was he just incapable of responding, even through his thoughts? Did he not have the strength?
The lavender-eyed man sighed softly, his shoulders slumping. Slowly he released the other's cold hand. There had to be some solution to this! If they were on Gaia, Aerith would surely know of something they could do. But here, on a strange world, and one that did not seem to be overly dependant on magic, what kind of an answer was there? Jenova likely knew what to do to reverse it, but of course she would never tell.
If there was a way. . . .
Oh come on! He was not going to think like that. Seph would be freed even if Zack had to chisel the stone off his body, piece by piece.
He smirked weakly. That would never work. Even if he could hold the tool in his ghostly hands, he might hurt Seph. It had been a dark spell that had done this. They needed a light spell to undo it.
Zack . . . don't leave. Please. . . .
He froze. The communication had been weak, practically nonexistent, but he knew he had heard it. They had gotten through to each other.
Had Seph ever said "please" to him, in that tone of voice? He sounded so desperate . . . so agonized. It made the brunet's heart twist.
He tried to smile, laying a hand on the other's shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, Seph," he replied, his voice catching. "I'm not going anywhere."
I just realized that last part wasn't said in italics. But somehow it looks better spoken aloud. I'm sure he sent it through his thoughts at the same time. XD
It had Cloud call Zack, telling him about killing Sephiroth in his, Cloud's, rage and madness. Zack came down there, very distraught and upset, of course, but at the same time relieved that Cloud had been brought back to himself. He suggested calling Merlin to see if anything could be done to bring Seph back. So that was done, and I think Merlin asked Cloud if he wanted Sephiroth brought back and if he would be willing to take care of the other if it was done. He could do something that would heal Seph just enough to be able to live, apparently. (Though there wouldn't be a guarantee it'd work, since it didn't for Tifa.) But Cloud said that he would be willing.
Meanwhile, instead of going to Hell, Seph was sent back to the hall of judgement. He was told that he had not failed, as his death had been what shocked Cloud into reality again. Then he was given the option of staying there in the afterlife, if he wished, or returning to life, in spite of the fact that he would be in a lot of pain and it would take him a long time to recover. And he chose to return, deciding that it would be very dull and lonely up there without the people he knew (i.e., Zack). And I think he felt that Cloud would probably not get over killing him, due to the circumstances in which it occured.
Soo, he came back. XD Cuteness!
And then my mind also thought up the following blurb, which takes place during the crisis in S&M.
The brunet shuddered slightly as he made his way into the cave, which was brightly lit by the various crystals and gems adorning the walls, ceiling, and floor. It was a beautiful place, and should have been peaceful, but his reason for coming was not to enjoy the scenery. He could not, considering what had happened to his friend.
He gave a low whistle when he came across Cloud's sword. Unable to be lifted due to its stone covering, it remained where he had dropped it. A perfect statue---one of Jenova's "garden art pieces", as Cloud sarcastically said. But at least . . . it had never been alive. It could never feel the pain of being covered in granite. It did not have limbs that would suddenly be held in place no matter how desperately the struggle continued for freedom. Nor did it have eyes that would be swiftly and most likely painfully blinded as the stone coated them. Its breath would not abruptly be stopped, and it would not feel that it was suffocating. It would not be in agony even now. It was inanimate, unsentient, and always had been.
Unlike poor Seph.
He had to stop, swallowing hard, when he found the other's form. Even though he had known this had happened, even though he had witnessed it taking place, it did not lessen the sick feeling of seeing his old friend in stone. Seph's eyes were wide and filled with pain, panic, shock, and desperation. His outstretched arms and clawing hands spoke of his frantic and vain attempt to get free. His hair streamed out behind him, frozen in the moment.
He looked like an expertly carved statue, really---every detail applied painstakingly by some talented sculptor. And yet that was not the case at all. That was what made the sight so all at once horrific and shocking and unbelievable.
"Oh Seph . . ." The brunet reached out, gripping the other's lifeless hand as best as he could. If he could only do something instead of just standing here helplessly! All he could do was to try to speak to the older man, to try to get through to his spirit and give him some kind of comfort and reassurance.
He closed his eyes. Seph? Hey . . . it's me, old pal.
Of course he did not get any sort of physical reaction; what worried him was that he could not sense the other's spirit. It could not be encased in stone, even if Seph's body was. Was the stone blocking all attempts at communication? Was he in some sort of suspended animation or sleep? He was not dead, that much was clear. His friend would know if that was the case.
I dunno if you can hear me, but I'm not giving up on you. I can't even imagine what this must be like for you, Seph. It must be awful. I wish . . . I wish I could've done something to stop it. I wish I could get you out of this right now!
He tried to smile weakly. It's not over, Seph. Everything's going to be alright, somehow. We're gonna find a way to save you, I promise! Hey, I always keep my promises, right?
Still nothing. Did Seph hear him at all? Was he just incapable of responding, even through his thoughts? Did he not have the strength?
The lavender-eyed man sighed softly, his shoulders slumping. Slowly he released the other's cold hand. There had to be some solution to this! If they were on Gaia, Aerith would surely know of something they could do. But here, on a strange world, and one that did not seem to be overly dependant on magic, what kind of an answer was there? Jenova likely knew what to do to reverse it, but of course she would never tell.
If there was a way. . . .
Oh come on! He was not going to think like that. Seph would be freed even if Zack had to chisel the stone off his body, piece by piece.
He smirked weakly. That would never work. Even if he could hold the tool in his ghostly hands, he might hurt Seph. It had been a dark spell that had done this. They needed a light spell to undo it.
Zack . . . don't leave. Please. . . .
He froze. The communication had been weak, practically nonexistent, but he knew he had heard it. They had gotten through to each other.
Had Seph ever said "please" to him, in that tone of voice? He sounded so desperate . . . so agonized. It made the brunet's heart twist.
He tried to smile, laying a hand on the other's shoulder. "Hey, don't worry, Seph," he replied, his voice catching. "I'm not going anywhere."
I just realized that last part wasn't said in italics. But somehow it looks better spoken aloud. I'm sure he sent it through his thoughts at the same time. XD
