The Beginning
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redemptionroadIt had been strange, feeling sparks and pricks of sanity after so long. And even though the insane part had tried to suppress it, the sane part had refused to be smothered again. Instead, he had fought for the surface, for sanity, until both sides of him had realized there was a good reason to long to be sane again.
Was there a way? It wasn't a normal insanity that could be helped with doctors and pills and therapy. Perhaps ... if there were secret treasures of the Ancients, one of those might grant his deepest wish?
It had been such a long journey to find what he sought. And then he had, and it worked, and suddenly he was sane again and the full weight of his sins was crashing down on him.
He stumbled, holding a shaking hand to his head. Everything he had done … and said … it was horrible. Beyond horrible. He would never be free of it. No one could ever love him again, especially not Cloud. It was impossible.
He swayed, barely paying attention to his surroundings. He was weak, he was dizzy, everything was spiraling out of control. Then he collapsed in the road, having unconsciously unfurled all seven wings on his back.
Was there a way? It wasn't a normal insanity that could be helped with doctors and pills and therapy. Perhaps ... if there were secret treasures of the Ancients, one of those might grant his deepest wish?
It had been such a long journey to find what he sought. And then he had, and it worked, and suddenly he was sane again and the full weight of his sins was crashing down on him.
He stumbled, holding a shaking hand to his head. Everything he had done … and said … it was horrible. Beyond horrible. He would never be free of it. No one could ever love him again, especially not Cloud. It was impossible.
He swayed, barely paying attention to his surroundings. He was weak, he was dizzy, everything was spiraling out of control. Then he collapsed in the road, having unconsciously unfurled all seven wings on his back.
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Date: 2025-07-11 07:04 pm (UTC)[He looks Cloud over, immediately seeing how worn-out he looks.]
You're welcome to rest....
[But would Cloud even feel able to let his guard down enough to sleep with Sephiroth here?]
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Date: 2025-07-19 04:26 pm (UTC)[Cloud lays back on the bed, bringing his knee up to rest upon with his arm.]
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Date: 2025-07-19 05:38 pm (UTC)[Has anyone? Has anyone else lost their mind to the extent of trying to destroy the world and become a god? He's not a god. He's less than a human.]
No one else is the perfect monster.
[All the wings are out again, on his back. He starts to bring them around himself as he leans forward on the other bed. He knows the wings don't make him a monster, at least. He even likes them. He created the white ones himself. But ... he doesn't deserve to have them. They're a symbol of angelic goodness. He isn't that either. But ... he doesn't want to strip himself of them.]
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Date: 2025-08-28 12:08 pm (UTC)[Cloud laid on the bed, wanting to sleep but couldn't afford the luxury. Sheesh, when had sleep become a luxury? Tifa would tell him not to fall asleep around Sephiroth, who knows what he was thinking inside that skull of his.]
Tell that to Vincent, who has beast forms.
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Date: 2025-08-28 06:00 pm (UTC)What sins does he feel he's committed?
[He looks up over the tops of the wings.]
But he uses them for good, doesn't he?
[Unlike Sephiroth had....]