boomchickfanfiction:[image description: A pair of images. In the first, Sephiroth sits, cross legged

boomchickfanfiction:[image description: A pair of images. In the first, Sephiroth sits, cross legged, beside Vincent at a small campfire. His left hand– the metal prosthetic– rests over a sleeping Cloud’s shoulder. A little possessive, perhaps, but mostly affectionate. Cloud is curled up slightly, and Tifa is asleep beside them. Vincent is speaking to Sephiroth softly, his expression calm and still. Beside him sits a suspiciously-wrapped bundle. In the second, Sephiroth is bent. On one knee. His head is bowed, his eyes shadowed, his posture stooped. Cloud kneels beside him, holding his prosthetic metal hand in both of his own hands. His worry and concern are clear, and painful. end image description.] Den of M[arionettes]Whumptober 2020 Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick Read on Ao3Read from Beginning on Tumblr ————— Day 23: Exhaustion | Sleep Deprivation “Come on.” Sephiroth’s voice. Cloud gripped the side of the cliff. Spat again. Blinked the tears out of his eyes. “Give him a minute,” Tifa objected, her hand still on his back, steady and cool. He was too hot. He was burning hot, and the world was swimming, and that was not his favorite way to climb a mountain. “I would if we had a minute.” Sephiroth objected. “Stay with him. I’ll go ahead.” “No.” Cloud growled. Clawed his hands. Forced himself to his feet. “We’re going together.” “You’re sick.” Tifa said, her hand still steady on his back. “So’s he.” Cloud nodded ahead of them to Sephiroth. He wasn’t looking at them. His gaze was fixed on the towering mountain. On the distant lights of the reactor. Behind them, the helicopter was landing in Nibelheim. Keep reading HOOOOOO BOY… -- source link

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