raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-14 07:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: raisedbymoogles, f: final fantasy vii, p: jenova/sephiroth, september 13 |
FF7, Jenova/Sephiroth
Title: Lost City
Author: raisedbymoogles
Rating: PG
Warnings: implied character death
Word count: 594
Summary: Sephiroth has everything he needs - except what Aeris represents.
Prompt: Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Jenova: Mindfuck - "Mother knows best, darling."
Notes: Not much of the pr0nz, sorry... :\
Sephiroth perched in the crystal rafters of the central water shrine of the Lost City, listening to the architecture of the Cetra sing around him.
Save his Mother, it was the first Cetra voice he'd ever heard. Admittedly, he hadn't been listening at all until Jenova woke him, but since then the Planet itself seemed strangely silent. The spirit caretakers in the Temple had fled at the sight of him, and the wisdom that still lived in the empty city was inexplicably closed to him. Were they frightened of him? Didn't they realize, hard as his methods were, that he was doing it for the good of the Planet? For the Cetra, what little was left of them, and for Mother?
Let not thy heart be troubled, she'd whispered to him. Thou knowest well what thou must do; all else in its proper time.
But he was troubled still. The Cetra may not have spoken to him when he'd come to the City, but they'd revealed many things to her - the lone Cetra survivor other than himself, who allied herself with the wicked humans against him. She'd followed him here, and the ghosts that still lingered had welcomed her, opened their hearts and whispered secrets to her that he could not hear no matter what spells he cast to bring the knowledge to himself. Clearly, she was the Cetra's favored child, despite her betraying them for the humans. And himself? Thou art mine, Mother told him.
It was not enough, for the first time, to be Jenova's only son. Sephiroth followed the girl into the shrine, and hid above to watch her. Over the course of several days she prayed there, and took water from the surrounding lake, retreating only after dark to break her fast and sleep in the city; once she looked up at him and smiled.
"I know you're up there, you know," she called.
Sephiroth tightened his grip on the rafters and said nothing.
"Why don't you come down here? Come talk to me."
Sephiroth started, uncertain. No! Mother roared, and he settled back. "I must," he answered evenly, "decline."
"Are you sure?"
Cold fingers gripped his brain. No, no, NO! "Yes."
The Cetra shrugged and turned away, sadness in her eyes. Sephiroth sighed and leaned back, bracing himself against the sheathed Masamune. She is Cetra, he thought.
Not of Me, Jenova whispered, suddenly all silk and tenderness again. Fear not. She will be one with thee, very soon, as will all things.
For the first time, Sephiroth disobeyed his Mother. He feared.
Then stay thy hand, Jenova hissed in his ear. Thou hast thy puppet to slay for thee, if thou wilt not.
His puppet? Oh, of course. His follower. ...Cloud.
He came as if summoned, picking his way over the pedestals toward the central shrine where the Cetra girl prayed. Sephiroth reached out to him, through the connection that bound them both to Jenova, and whispers his instructions. Use your sword. Slay her for me, he tells his puppet, as Mother's presence roars in his ears.
Cloud approached, sword in hand. He raised it over his head... then the Cetra smiled, and Sephiroth's connection shattered.
Perhaps he should have been more subtle - nudged him, played with him, sent him a vision - but there was no chance to lament now. Jenova was roaring, desperate and maddened by the broken connection - I'll get it back, Mother, I promise, Sephiroth wanted to say, but he was already dropping like a stone through the air with Masamune unsheathed-