raisedbymoogles (raisedbymoogles) wrote in fictunes, @ 2008-02-18 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | characters: aerith/cloud/sephiroth, fandom: final fantasy vii, month: feb 08, writer: raisedbymoogles |
Fortune's Fools (FF7, Aeris/Sephiroth/Cloud)
...it's probably better not to explore the thought process that lead from the song to this.
Title: Fortune's Fools
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7 (Aeris/Sephiroth/Cloud)/Romeo and Juliet (sort of)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 599
Song: "Shadow Of Your Man", Liam Finn
It is, perhaps, every young man's fate to fall in love foolishly. So it was with Cloud.
Though Cloud, it must be said, was more foolish than even his age could explain: the son and heir of House Highwind, he chose as his object of worship none other than the only daughter of his mortal enemy, the Lady Aeris of House Gast. Out of reach, in body as well as in heart, for ever since the death of her father - and even Cloud's father had a respectful word to say about the departed Lord Gast, though not where anyone but his wife and son could hear - his brother-in-law and heir apparent Hojo had kept the Lady under virtual lock and key. To make matters worse, he'd given his own son, a master swordsman, the duty of guarding his cousin's virtue. It was the foolish boy indeed who would brave such odds to woo her.
Nevertheless, Cloud stood under his maiden's window that night, his right hand clasped to his breast. "O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" he begged.
The object of his worship leaned over the balcony, her single long braid falling over her shoulder; her green eyes sparkled in the lamplight with unheard laughter. "What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?" she asked, all innocence.
Cloud's eyes shone in response. "The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine."
Aeris laughed like a muffled bell, and made to answer; but a soft rasp of leather warned them both that they were not alone. The lady cried out a warning - Cloud tensed in preparation for a fight, but the cold shine of a blade at his cheek cut the impulse off. Cloud went very still as a rich dark voice said, "What dares the slave come hither-?"
"Why," Aeris interrupted, "how now, kinsman! Wherefore storm you so?"
"This," the master swordsman Sephiroth answered, "is a Highwind, our foe. Turn thee, Cloud - look upon thy death."
Heart in his throat, Cloud turned. Sephiroth stood before him, tall and pale and enraged, and all the more beautiful for that - "I do protest," he found himself saying, "I never injured thee, but love thee better than thou canst devise, 'til thou shalt know the reason for my love."
The great sword, legend for its length and quality, turned; Seph presented the flat of it to Cloud's cheek and stroked it down to his jaw. "The hate I bear thee," he purred, green eyes slitting like a hunting cat's, "can afford no better term than this." The sword lifted away, and Cloud dared to breathe again, but only for a moment, for Sephiroth caught his chin in one hand and stole it away again with a kiss.
"Thus from my lips, by yours," the silver swordsman murmured as he broke the kiss, "my sin is purged."
Cloud fought for the breath to answer, his hand curling around Sephiroth's arm. "Then have my lips the sin that they have took."
"Sin," Aeris called, "from thy lips, Sephiroth? O trespass sweetly urged!"
"Give me my sin again," Sephiroth agreed with a sharp-gleaming smile, and kissed Cloud once more.
This time Cloud twined his arms over Sephiroth's shoulders and kissed him back - the swordsman would conquer him, inevitably, but he could give back just as well. Above them, Aeris watched with gleaming-hungry eyes like her cousin's, a purr singing in her throat. "Come, night," she murmured, "come, Cloud; come, thou day in night; for thou wilt lie upon the wings of night, whiter than new snow on a raven's back."