Title: Displaced
Characters: Cloud, various
Team: Avalanche
Word count: 100
A/N: The word counter says that this is 100 words, so... *crosses fingers*
It was warm, bright and clear, the sky bright as he sat back in the grass - Zack grinned conspiritorially at him as he reached over and snagged something from the basket lying open between them, rumpling the already disordered blanket in the process, and Aeris laughed delightedly as Sephiroth murmured something to her about Zack's incorregible, unquenchable appetite-
Cloud shot upright with a stifled gasp, arms out to grasp something that had already fled; he glanced over, saw Tifa lying peacefully asleep in the bed beside his, and silently, silently curled up under his blankets, his long-broken heart aching.
Title: Peace
Characters: Sephiroth, Zack
Team: Avalanche
Word count: 100
He was surrounded by fire, licking close enough to sear his skin and turn his leathers scorching as they reflected the flames, the stifling air full of dimly muffled screaming behind the rush and roar of the fires billowing from vague shapes and crumbling buildings...
It was warmth, coccooning heat and comfort, held in a blanketing grip closer and more welcoming than anything he could remember. Despite the danger, the threat to the presumed civilians in the buildings, he had never felt so completely, utterly safe.
It was that unnatural, terrifying calmness that disturbed Sephiroth the most when he awoke.