|joudama (stopthatgirl7) wrote in areyougame,|
@ 2008-10-03 08:16:00
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|Entry tags:||*final fantasy vii: cc, author: stopthatgirl7|
"Flammis acribus addictis", Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core, Sephiroth/Genesis
Title: Flammis acribus addictis
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core
Warnings: Genesis cusses like a sailor in his own head. Who knew?
Word count: 310
Summary: And the wicked shall be consigned to the flames.
A/N: "Flammis acribus addictis" is, like the title of my fic from yesterday, from the "Dies Irae"--it's actually the second verse of the same stanza, and means "Consigned to the sharp flames." And again, what's up with the first person, whut. Also, yay playing fast and loose with the prompt. Heh. It is the job of the fanfic writer to always subvert the text, after all. XD
Prompt: Sephiroth/Genesis: comfort/rescue - The world was on fire, no one could save me but you.
Everything was burning.
I watched from afar as the little shitpit, Nibelheim, burned. A little shitpit, same as the shitpit I had come from, but at least Nibelheim had held a few useful secrets.
It had been a boring few days, waiting to see what the great and mighty Sephiroth did, after learning that he was a bigger fucking monster than I was. He had holed himself in the ShinRa Manor, doubtless for once taking my advice that reading something might be good for him.
But then, I'd always said for reading to be good for you it required a soul, and the gods all know that fucking ice cold freak didn't have that. But now he did have Hojo's research.
I'd had to see what he did, had to know. And now I did.
The great Sephiroth, burning down another village. But something nagged at me, something about this wasn't right. This wasn't a war and this wasn't Wutai. This is your fault, some small voice in my head whispered. What are you doing? Fix it. You want to be a hero, go fix it. This isn't how it's supposed to be. This isn't how any of it is supposed to be. Go and tell him how it's all swirling out of control and everything's gotten fuzzy and broken and you're a monster, too. It's not supposed to be like this. Angeal tried to tell you, but...Angeal...
Go fix it and maybe fix yourself. You did this and no one can undo it now but you. Go fix it and give the world back the Sephiroth you once admired.
...The Sephiroth I admired.
The Sephiroth I...
Let it burn.
Let him burn.
Let it all burn. I will be the hero. The gifts of the goddess are mine. Not his.
Let it all fucking burn.