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rapacityinblueTitle: N/A
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Spoilers: Assume through DoC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 50 sentences
Pairing: N/A
Word Count: 1432 + 50 prompts
Notes: Written for Mini ♥. Theme set Beta.
Walking;
The trick, he's learned (a lesson rammed home after each repeated failure: Midgar; Shin-Ra; Deepground) is just to keep moving, one step at a time, and maybe they won't catch you.
Waltz;
Each step is carefully choreographed around the President's displeasure, but one day he realizes he's sick of dancing, and he's not very good at it, anyway.
Wishes;
When he was young he looked out at his city and dreamed about what it would become; ten years after that he looked out at his city and hoped it could be better; now he stands at the edge of a blackened circle of rubble, and tells himself that this time he'll actually act.
Wonder;
As the first drops of rain begin to fall, he tilts his face up to receive her blessing.
Worry;
"You'll give yourself a heart attack by forty like that," his mother used to say, but he's made it this far.
Whimsy;
'Well, why not,' he said, adding a crown and cape to the sketch.
Wasteland;
He's still weak from malnutrition and half-blind, but he makes sure he's the first one to set foot in the rubble that used to be his city, once he skies clear.
Whiskey and Rum;
He's never been a particularly good drinker, which probably makes this all the more amusing for Barrett and Cid.
War;
They've been fighting for so long that he can't remember what it felt like to be at peace.
Weddings;
One by one they pair off - Tifa and Cloud, Cid and Shera, Vincent and Yuffie, even Barret's got someone, now -- and what's he to do, except smile?
Birthday;
He's sorting through piles of cards when it occurs to him just how much he's accomplished in forty years, and the inevitable second thought is whether he'll have anything left for the next forty.
Blessing;
After nine days of darkness he's surrounded by nothing but green, and as the lifestream surrounds him he closes his eyes and smiles.
Bias;
He always thought the stark black columns pierced with green were beautiful, but, as Yuffie points out, he's hardly objective.
Burning;
He's held safe in a cool, green cocoon but he can feel it as the city shakes apart around him; it disintegrates in little bursts, bit by bit, and all he can think is this wasn't how it was supposed to be, there was supposed to be flame.
Breathing;
The spring after that first winter, when they know for sure that their little collection of hovels has made it through, he stands on a bluff looking out over Edge and remembers what air tastes like.
Breaking;
He's fallen down so many times, but now, the WRO in ruins, he wonders if this is the time he won't get up.
Belief;
Yes, all his work to date has literally crumbled; yes, it's hard to start over; yes, he has nothing left to give, but if he doesn't do this, what else does he have?
Balloon;
"Are you sure this thing is safe," he asks, but he hurriedly retracts the question and looks out the other side of the basket when Cid growls, "Are you questionin' my ability to fly?"
Balcony;
The air in Edge is still to polluted to breathe easily, so he has one corner of his condo walled with glass, floor to ceiling, and every night before bed, no matter how tired he is, he stands where he can see the entire city and reminds himself why.
Bane;
He hates sub-refracting transitional power couplets; absolutely despises them.
Quiet;
In Bugenhagen's laboratory, he sees a vast expanse of black lit only by tiny pinpricks of light; followed immediately by the overflowing sensation of peace is the realization why he's never felt this way before.
Quirks;
He knows they dismiss him as trivial and eccentric, and he's happy to be overlooked; it makes it easier to accomplish his real work.
Question;
Looking back, he hates nothing more than that he went through so many years of his life blind, deaf, and, most damningly, mute.
Quarrel;
He hates fighting, absolutely abhors it, which has always been both his greatest strength and weakness.
Quitting;
It would be so easy just to give up.
Jump;
Sometimes you have to take risks; it's never been easy for him but he just reminds himself of the fact, over and over, as he reaches out to take the other's hand and murmurs, 'wait, please.'
Jester;
Looking at Cait Sith, it would be easy to mistake his inspiration for a clown, when in actuality it was the wise Court Fools of old.
Jousting;
He sits in the conference room, watching the others practically climb over each other for a few seconds' attention,
Jewel;
He heard his city called the gem of Shin-Ra, but he knows now she could never compare to the beautiful emerald of the planet.
Just;
He destroyed ShinRa, and so it's fair that the last remnants of the company should be the end of the WRO.
Smirk;
Sometimes he hears the words coming out of his mouth, but it's like someone else is saying them, someone he doesn't like very much, and he wonders how it got this way.
Sorrow;
"Don't forget me even if another Cait Sith comes along," chirps the little cat, and he finally realizes what's about to happen.
Stupidity;
He should have seen it coming: that's what he thinks as the first of the Tsviet storm the lobby, he should have seen it coming.
Serenade;
After nine days of darkness he's surrounded by nothing but green, and he can hear them, all of them, singing as they bear him to the Promised Land.
Sarcasm;
He speaks without thinking, sometimes; it's the last vestige of a time when wit and wordplay were the only defenses he had.
Sordid;
He's well aware of the rumors that surround him as commissioner, and he laughs them off because if people really knew the truth about him, they'd have so much more to talk about.
Soliliquy
He tries to tell them about the people underneath the plate, about their lives and struggles, but he may as well be talking to himself.
Sojurn;
"Take a vacation, Reeve," they tell him; he does, he goes to Costa Del Sol and while he never sees them drop the plate, he closes his eyes and he hears them screaming.
Share;
He wants to claim whatever remains as his, but Cloud has the church, Tifa and Barret what remains of Sector seven, and eventually he must wonder if it was ever really his to begin with.
Solitary;
He left home as soon as he could, and he's lived alone since then; only now has he begun to regret it.
Nowhere;
They talk of Neo-Midgar, a city so rich and opulent, the city he's always dreamed of building, but he looks at the wreck of a city he has now and swears it will never happen.
Neutral;
They reach this uneasy in-between ground, all of them: they know he isn't loyal, but neither side can afford to give him up, and so he lives in limbo.
Nuance;
Over the years his ears have grown accustomed to hearing the unsaid, his brain to translating the ShinRa doublespeak.
Near;
Edge is a city built up, not out, because they didn't have much room, and even though the growing buildings soon shield off the view of Midgar's ruins, no one can forget its proximity.
Natural;
She hid the church so well that even he didn't know it was there, but in the months after the sky clears he goes down more and more frequently to sit among the flowers.
Horizon;
He wonders if there will ever be a day in his lifetime when he can look at the skyline at sunrise and see it without the haze of smog.
Valiant;
Sometimes he dreams about that day at the temple, and once the grief has faded he does his best to remember Cait's sacrifice with a sense of pride.
Virtuous;
He hasn't led this life exactly by choice, but then again, he's seen enough to know that there are things worse than honor and enforced chastity.
Victory;
They won; there are bodies in the morgue, the building he built has been crushed to gravel, and his Organization with it, but they won.
Defeat;
There are still times -- and not even Cait knows this -- when he steals away into the ruins and walks through the collapsing concrete and steel, because it wasn't supposed to end like this.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Spoilers: Assume through DoC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: 50 sentences
Pairing: N/A
Word Count: 1432 + 50 prompts
Notes: Written for Mini ♥. Theme set Beta.
Walking;
The trick, he's learned (a lesson rammed home after each repeated failure: Midgar; Shin-Ra; Deepground) is just to keep moving, one step at a time, and maybe they won't catch you.
Waltz;
Each step is carefully choreographed around the President's displeasure, but one day he realizes he's sick of dancing, and he's not very good at it, anyway.
Wishes;
When he was young he looked out at his city and dreamed about what it would become; ten years after that he looked out at his city and hoped it could be better; now he stands at the edge of a blackened circle of rubble, and tells himself that this time he'll actually act.
Wonder;
As the first drops of rain begin to fall, he tilts his face up to receive her blessing.
Worry;
"You'll give yourself a heart attack by forty like that," his mother used to say, but he's made it this far.
Whimsy;
'Well, why not,' he said, adding a crown and cape to the sketch.
Wasteland;
He's still weak from malnutrition and half-blind, but he makes sure he's the first one to set foot in the rubble that used to be his city, once he skies clear.
Whiskey and Rum;
He's never been a particularly good drinker, which probably makes this all the more amusing for Barrett and Cid.
War;
They've been fighting for so long that he can't remember what it felt like to be at peace.
Weddings;
One by one they pair off - Tifa and Cloud, Cid and Shera, Vincent and Yuffie, even Barret's got someone, now -- and what's he to do, except smile?
Birthday;
He's sorting through piles of cards when it occurs to him just how much he's accomplished in forty years, and the inevitable second thought is whether he'll have anything left for the next forty.
Blessing;
After nine days of darkness he's surrounded by nothing but green, and as the lifestream surrounds him he closes his eyes and smiles.
Bias;
He always thought the stark black columns pierced with green were beautiful, but, as Yuffie points out, he's hardly objective.
Burning;
He's held safe in a cool, green cocoon but he can feel it as the city shakes apart around him; it disintegrates in little bursts, bit by bit, and all he can think is this wasn't how it was supposed to be, there was supposed to be flame.
Breathing;
The spring after that first winter, when they know for sure that their little collection of hovels has made it through, he stands on a bluff looking out over Edge and remembers what air tastes like.
Breaking;
He's fallen down so many times, but now, the WRO in ruins, he wonders if this is the time he won't get up.
Belief;
Yes, all his work to date has literally crumbled; yes, it's hard to start over; yes, he has nothing left to give, but if he doesn't do this, what else does he have?
Balloon;
"Are you sure this thing is safe," he asks, but he hurriedly retracts the question and looks out the other side of the basket when Cid growls, "Are you questionin' my ability to fly?"
Balcony;
The air in Edge is still to polluted to breathe easily, so he has one corner of his condo walled with glass, floor to ceiling, and every night before bed, no matter how tired he is, he stands where he can see the entire city and reminds himself why.
Bane;
He hates sub-refracting transitional power couplets; absolutely despises them.
Quiet;
In Bugenhagen's laboratory, he sees a vast expanse of black lit only by tiny pinpricks of light; followed immediately by the overflowing sensation of peace is the realization why he's never felt this way before.
Quirks;
He knows they dismiss him as trivial and eccentric, and he's happy to be overlooked; it makes it easier to accomplish his real work.
Question;
Looking back, he hates nothing more than that he went through so many years of his life blind, deaf, and, most damningly, mute.
Quarrel;
He hates fighting, absolutely abhors it, which has always been both his greatest strength and weakness.
Quitting;
It would be so easy just to give up.
Jump;
Sometimes you have to take risks; it's never been easy for him but he just reminds himself of the fact, over and over, as he reaches out to take the other's hand and murmurs, 'wait, please.'
Jester;
Looking at Cait Sith, it would be easy to mistake his inspiration for a clown, when in actuality it was the wise Court Fools of old.
Jousting;
He sits in the conference room, watching the others practically climb over each other for a few seconds' attention,
Jewel;
He heard his city called the gem of Shin-Ra, but he knows now she could never compare to the beautiful emerald of the planet.
Just;
He destroyed ShinRa, and so it's fair that the last remnants of the company should be the end of the WRO.
Smirk;
Sometimes he hears the words coming out of his mouth, but it's like someone else is saying them, someone he doesn't like very much, and he wonders how it got this way.
Sorrow;
"Don't forget me even if another Cait Sith comes along," chirps the little cat, and he finally realizes what's about to happen.
Stupidity;
He should have seen it coming: that's what he thinks as the first of the Tsviet storm the lobby, he should have seen it coming.
Serenade;
After nine days of darkness he's surrounded by nothing but green, and he can hear them, all of them, singing as they bear him to the Promised Land.
Sarcasm;
He speaks without thinking, sometimes; it's the last vestige of a time when wit and wordplay were the only defenses he had.
Sordid;
He's well aware of the rumors that surround him as commissioner, and he laughs them off because if people really knew the truth about him, they'd have so much more to talk about.
Soliliquy
He tries to tell them about the people underneath the plate, about their lives and struggles, but he may as well be talking to himself.
Sojurn;
"Take a vacation, Reeve," they tell him; he does, he goes to Costa Del Sol and while he never sees them drop the plate, he closes his eyes and he hears them screaming.
Share;
He wants to claim whatever remains as his, but Cloud has the church, Tifa and Barret what remains of Sector seven, and eventually he must wonder if it was ever really his to begin with.
Solitary;
He left home as soon as he could, and he's lived alone since then; only now has he begun to regret it.
Nowhere;
They talk of Neo-Midgar, a city so rich and opulent, the city he's always dreamed of building, but he looks at the wreck of a city he has now and swears it will never happen.
Neutral;
They reach this uneasy in-between ground, all of them: they know he isn't loyal, but neither side can afford to give him up, and so he lives in limbo.
Nuance;
Over the years his ears have grown accustomed to hearing the unsaid, his brain to translating the ShinRa doublespeak.
Near;
Edge is a city built up, not out, because they didn't have much room, and even though the growing buildings soon shield off the view of Midgar's ruins, no one can forget its proximity.
Natural;
She hid the church so well that even he didn't know it was there, but in the months after the sky clears he goes down more and more frequently to sit among the flowers.
Horizon;
He wonders if there will ever be a day in his lifetime when he can look at the skyline at sunrise and see it without the haze of smog.
Valiant;
Sometimes he dreams about that day at the temple, and once the grief has faded he does his best to remember Cait's sacrifice with a sense of pride.
Virtuous;
He hasn't led this life exactly by choice, but then again, he's seen enough to know that there are things worse than honor and enforced chastity.
Victory;
They won; there are bodies in the morgue, the building he built has been crushed to gravel, and his Organization with it, but they won.
Defeat;
There are still times -- and not even Cait knows this -- when he steals away into the ruins and walks through the collapsing concrete and steel, because it wasn't supposed to end like this.