Lestat Smile
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
750
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lestat Smile
DISCLAIMER: Not mine.
To be honest, I just wrote *this* FFVII in particular to vent my anger that Anne Rice won't allow any fanworks on her stories. Goddamn...
But hey, I get to play with Physco!Roth. So there. =D
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"I have the scars here..." he chanted breathlessly, hovering around Cloud as if the blonde boy was his only bread and wine, his only chance of survival. "And here, and another here, all along my face, and even one on my temple. Ultima weapon was so strong, boy, I admire that...must have a little fire in your fight..."
Flawless eyes fluttered closed, blue lights flickering into nothingness, leaving the room darker than the abandoned side of the moon. Sephiroth laughed, stepping closer, breathing down his neck, hissing his never-ending lullaby.
"Thought you got rid of me...but you can't kill me, Cloud. You can't kill me."
He circled the shaking child like a hungry vulture, eyes locked on the pulsing viens hidden beneath his skin; a body begging to be hurt, a trembling, unwilling mouth that drew him closer and closer until it took all his willpower to stay ground, to resist the urge to jump on the boy and slit his throat, to drink the blood that poured out of him like sweetened wine, to stain those flawless blond locks with blood and just fuck his pretty corpse into oblivion.
But he stayed where he was, and, in Cloud's eyes, that was the most frightening thing of all.
"Taste." Sephiroth whispered, dangerously close to his ear. "Can almost taste you..." and then his mouth stretched into a grin. White, sharpened teeth loomed into view, needle-like protrusions in his perfect mouth, dark and bright and hungry like his glowing eyes. His jaw stretched, it seemed, grew to hold animal-like teeth, slitted tounge licking pale lips eagerly, all the while advancing closer...and closer...
"Taste you." he begged. "Taste you now."
And when slender, dead fingers began to tilt his jaw back and leave his perfect, beating throat exposed, Cloud tightened his lips and said nothing
To be honest, I just wrote *this* FFVII in particular to vent my anger that Anne Rice won't allow any fanworks on her stories. Goddamn...
But hey, I get to play with Physco!Roth. So there. =D
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"I have the scars here..." he chanted breathlessly, hovering around Cloud as if the blonde boy was his only bread and wine, his only chance of survival. "And here, and another here, all along my face, and even one on my temple. Ultima weapon was so strong, boy, I admire that...must have a little fire in your fight..."
Flawless eyes fluttered closed, blue lights flickering into nothingness, leaving the room darker than the abandoned side of the moon. Sephiroth laughed, stepping closer, breathing down his neck, hissing his never-ending lullaby.
"Thought you got rid of me...but you can't kill me, Cloud. You can't kill me."
He circled the shaking child like a hungry vulture, eyes locked on the pulsing viens hidden beneath his skin; a body begging to be hurt, a trembling, unwilling mouth that drew him closer and closer until it took all his willpower to stay ground, to resist the urge to jump on the boy and slit his throat, to drink the blood that poured out of him like sweetened wine, to stain those flawless blond locks with blood and just fuck his pretty corpse into oblivion.
But he stayed where he was, and, in Cloud's eyes, that was the most frightening thing of all.
"Taste." Sephiroth whispered, dangerously close to his ear. "Can almost taste you..." and then his mouth stretched into a grin. White, sharpened teeth loomed into view, needle-like protrusions in his perfect mouth, dark and bright and hungry like his glowing eyes. His jaw stretched, it seemed, grew to hold animal-like teeth, slitted tounge licking pale lips eagerly, all the while advancing closer...and closer...
"Taste you." he begged. "Taste you now."
And when slender, dead fingers began to tilt his jaw back and leave his perfect, beating throat exposed, Cloud tightened his lips and said nothing