jessara40k (jessara40k) wrote in roads_diverged, @ 2009-08-04 10:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | final fantasy vii, jessara40k:cloud/sephiroth, theme 44: fairy tales |
Final Fantasy VII; Sephiroth/Cloud; Theme 44 Fairy Tales "Sephiroth a Jenova Part 1"
Title: Sephiroth a Jenova
Author: jessara40k
Fandom: FFVII
Pairings: Hojo/Sephiroth, future Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Huge consent issues
Theme: 44. fairy tales
“Sephiroth a Jenova, let down your hair.” He started moving before Hojo-sensei had finished speaking; compelled into action by the sound of his name, Sephiroth picked up the basket he used to take the weight of his hair and moved to the unglazed window where he heaved it out to fall in a tangled mass to the ground. Hojo-sensei used Sephiroth’s hair to scale the sorcerously smooth tower and climbed in through the window, moving past him to inspect one of the objects Sephiroth never managed to see clearly, no matter how he tried.
“Brush your hair out for me.” It was going to be one of those visits then. Sephiroth shivered as he pulled the last of his hair back through the window.
“Yes Hojo-sensei.” No need to try and repack it into the basket at once, and Sephiroth plucked his hair brush from the table as he settled on the window seat. “Should I braid it afterwards?” That would let him coil it up more easily, and into less space, without creating any more tangles, but he wasn’t allowed to do more than wash and brush his hair without specific permission. Permission Hojo-sensei only ever granted on those visits.
“Yes, well thought my boy.” Hojo-sensei had a self-satisfied smirk on his face, and Sephiroth kept his head bowed as he worked on the very end of his hair to hide whatever feelings were showing on his face. Did Hojo-sensei think he was an idiot? “Have you finished the kitsune tapestry?”
“Yes Hojo-sensei, it’s in the empty room.” Sephiroth hated going into it, but he always had to make sure the serving things had displayed his work properly - Hojo-sensei had been furious the one time he hadn’t. He didn’t want to think about that, so he focused on his hair, brushing the mud from the last foot before working slowly up to his scalp. When he glanced up for a moment Hojo-sensei had left the room, and he relaxed a bit before returning to brushing his hair, getting all the leaves and twigs caught in it out. Eventually he finished brushing his hair, and began braiding it, grateful that Hojo-sensei hadn’t returned yet, and then he removed the hair from his brush, putting it aside to wash and spin later.
Hojo-sensei hadn’t returned yet, but he’d left a pile of papers - probably Sephiroth’s next project. He was curious, but he knew better than to look at anything Hojo-sensei left without explicit permission, so he picked up his current personal project, knowing that he’d likely have to put it aside soon. Hojo-sensei liked seeing him in clothes he’d embroidered himself so this dragon was destined to become the front of a tunic...and probably wouldn’t be finished for a long time. So he might as well get some more done while he waited for Hojo-sensei’s return, before he was given something new that he had to work on for his master.
“What are you working on now my boy?”
“Winged dragon.” He parked his needle and lifted his embroidery, shaking it out to display it to Hojo-sensei. He was using raised knots for most of the dragon, to give the impression of scales, he hoped, with satin stitch for the wing membranes and the back ridge to imitate webbing.
“It’s well done. Your own design?” Hojo-sensei lifted the fabric from Sephiroth’s hands as he spoke, to examine it more closely.
“More or less Hojo-sensei.” He’d taken inspiration from one of the pictures in the references Hojo-sensei had given him for an earlier tapestry, but he’d had to adapt it and drawn out that adaptation in case he was interrupted.
“I want you to weave some ribbons for me...the specifications are here, and the materials you’ll need are waiting for you. Do you need anything for your own work?” He handed the embroidery back as he spoke, more careless of it than Sephiroth might have liked, but not enough to do any damage - for example by dislodging the needle.
“Not right now, Hojo-sensei.” Sephiroth carefully put his work away, reaching for the papers he’d noticed earlier, now that Hojo-sensei had confirmed he was to work from them.
“You don’t need to look through those now my boy. I’ll give you time for that before I leave.”
“You intend to stay overnight then Hojo-sensei?” Sephiroth glanced over to the window, judging that there was no more than three hours until dusk, maybe less.
“Yes, I do. Come, my boy.” Sephiroth let Hojo-sensei help him to his feet, and followed him to his bedroom, unbraiding his hair and lying down for his master when commanded, grateful when Hojo-sensei had finished taking his pleasure and he could go to sleep.