boomchickfanfiction: [Image Descriptions: A trio of images. In the first, Genesis sits at a table, a

boomchickfanfiction: [Image Descriptions: A trio of images. In the first, Genesis sits at a table, a cup of tea forgotten and pushed to the side. His elbows are on the table, his fingers interlaced. He is leaning his head on the back of his hands. He looks worn down. Exhausted. Behind him, Angeal stands, holding his own cup of tea, looking drawn and worried as he keeps one eye on Genesis. In the second image, Zack sits with his back to Cloud, his expression sad and concerned. He wears an eyepatch over his right eye, and a SOLDIER hoodie. Behind him, sitting curled up on the seat, is Cloud, hiding his eyes and sobbing softly. In the final image, two versions of Sephiroth exist simultaneously. On the left, he floats unconscious in a mako tube. On the right he is on hands and knees, bruised and wounded, with one hand over his stomach, glaring up at someone before him with surprise and hatred. End image descriptions] Den of M[arionettes]Whumptober 2020 Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick Read on Ao3 Read from Beginning on Tumblr ——————– Day 11: Defiance | Struggling | Crying The tea was cold. Definitely. It had gone cold long ago. If he sat here long enough, maybe it would grow a film of mold. If he sat here long enough, maybe he would too. Maybe he already had. “Genesis.” Angeal again. Trying to talk him up. Or talk him down. Genesis didn’t know which Angeal thought he needed.  “He’s fine. They said he’s healing. No harm done.” “Oh,” Genesis laughed. It felt like there was acid in his mouth. “There was harm done. Or don’t you have eyes?” He didn’t move while he spoke. Kept his elbows braced on the table, his fingers laced, holding up his head. He felt… Old. Old, and tired, and the bitter kind of angry. “Why didn’t he block?” “Genesis.” “Why didn’t he? What was he thinking? You saw him, he just… He just stood there, and I—” He took a breath. Hold it together, he told himself. Hold it together, hold it together. He could feel it happening again. That library feeling. He’d started to think of it as his shadow coming loose. Like some part of him that was always there but that he couldn’t see, unspooling. Making new shapes behind him. Keep reading -- source link
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