Retarded Monkey with Guns (luzzu) wrote in balfonheim_port, @ 2007-07-02 00:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | cid/vin/shera, ffvii |
Fading Scars
Fandom:FFVII
Rating:PG-13
Summary: Shera and Vincent talk while Cid's asleep
Author notes: This is my response to a challenge on the Springkink comm at LJ. I never 'officially' took the challenge, because I'm a coward, so it got posted in my LJ and I've now moved it over here.
Disclaimer:FFVII and associated belong to Square Enix.
Soft light filtered through the window as Shera reached out a hand and drowsily pulled the light coverlet over herself as the sheen on her skin had now cooled enough to make her chill. Vincent and Cid, limbs entangled were sleeping soundly next to her. She brushed the errant strands of Vincent’s hair from his chin, making the rest of it fall to one side. As the hair tickled on his skin, Vincent shifted in his sleep turning onto his back. As the light fell on his shoulder, she noticed a group of raised circular scars. She kissed his shoulder on them. “What did they do to you?” She whispered.
“It appeared to have involved needles.”
Shera startled at the sound of Vincent’s voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you were awake.” She felt awkward. Despite their closeness she had never asked about his past.
“I sleep too lightly.” He closed his eyes again as Shera rested her head on his chest. “The scars mean little. Wounds that leave invisible scars run far deeper.”
“Your wounds must run very deep.”
Vincent ran a hand gently over her hair. “I was more thinking of yours.”
“Mine?” Shera craned her neck to look at him. “In what way?”
Vincent glanced over at Cid. “He loves you. He stopped blaming you a long time ago.”
Shera smiled. “I know he does really. But I still think he’s more comfortable with you.”
“How so?”
“You don’t get in his way, you’re just there. I know I’m not either, but I still obsess over my work, and even though he appreciates it I still feel there is a reminder of what I did.”
“He fulfilled that dream. And you saved his life.”
Shera sighed softly. “Sometimes, the way he looks at me when we’re working together…Oh, I don’t know.”
Cid, without opening his eyes said sleepily, “What you two yapping about?”
“Nothing of any interest to you.” Shera smiled, affection for her husband temporarily easing her misgivings.
Cid huffed, pulled the covers tight around him and grumbled into the pillow so it half muffled his words, “Good job I love you both, keeping a man awake at this time. Some of us have to be up soon.”
Vincent drew Shera closer, speaking quietly. “Each of us have our wounds, eventually they become scars, that fade with time. Love grows with time, covering the scars, and healing our wounds.”
He had a strange way with words at times, but then that was why, like Cid, she had learnt to love him. She settled into a comfortable position on Vincent’s chest and fell to sleep.