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moogle_workshop2013-06-15 11:38 pm
glacialphoenix) wrote in moogle_workshop2013-06-15 11:38 pm
{fic} [mws-wide-request]
Username: glacialphoenix
Class: Black Mage
Title: Untitled
Summary: A couple of very short pieces on Chaos-side, as per request. Chaos!Cecil; Chaos!WoL, and Kuja, because Toffee likes Kuja, isn't it positively shocking?
Characters/Pairings: Chaos!Cecil; Chaos!WoL; Kuja
Word count: 235 (two drabbles, and one much shorter piece)
Rating/warnings: None.
bitter end
Light is brilliant, blinding, all-consuming: it swallows everything in its path, without mercy or remorse.
He understands this, at least. It is not much, but the cycles continue turning without end, and he must find something, or perish. People are not honourable; gods cannot be trusted. What else can he put his meagre faith in?
Sanctuary burns white, burns bright. A false light, to draw people like moths to a flame: too close and they scorch their wings, seared by the promise of warmth.
He could have been one of them.
He draws his sword, and drives the blade home.
split soul
He always keeps his gauntlets on, so the wash of blood does not stain his hands.
He never raises his visor, save to eat: best that those he kills do not see their murderer’s true visage. The steel is not his face, but it might as well be: let them not see that underneath it he, too, is flesh and blood and bone, capable of tears.
He never asked to fight, but war - like his allies - is a cruel and capricious thing.
At least he can grant those he battles the mercy of a quick and painless death.
force symphony
There is an ebb and flow to the politics: secrets kept, secrets held. The tension is palpable, anticipatory, like the hush before the curtain rises.
It’s beautiful.
The stage is set.
Let the play begin.
glacialphoenixClass: Black Mage
Title: Untitled
Summary: A couple of very short pieces on Chaos-side, as per request. Chaos!Cecil; Chaos!WoL, and Kuja, because Toffee likes Kuja, isn't it positively shocking?
Characters/Pairings: Chaos!Cecil; Chaos!WoL; Kuja
Word count: 235 (two drabbles, and one much shorter piece)
Rating/warnings: None.
bitter end
Light is brilliant, blinding, all-consuming: it swallows everything in its path, without mercy or remorse.
He understands this, at least. It is not much, but the cycles continue turning without end, and he must find something, or perish. People are not honourable; gods cannot be trusted. What else can he put his meagre faith in?
Sanctuary burns white, burns bright. A false light, to draw people like moths to a flame: too close and they scorch their wings, seared by the promise of warmth.
He could have been one of them.
He draws his sword, and drives the blade home.
split soul
He always keeps his gauntlets on, so the wash of blood does not stain his hands.
He never raises his visor, save to eat: best that those he kills do not see their murderer’s true visage. The steel is not his face, but it might as well be: let them not see that underneath it he, too, is flesh and blood and bone, capable of tears.
He never asked to fight, but war - like his allies - is a cruel and capricious thing.
At least he can grant those he battles the mercy of a quick and painless death.
force symphony
There is an ebb and flow to the politics: secrets kept, secrets held. The tension is palpable, anticipatory, like the hush before the curtain rises.
It’s beautiful.
The stage is set.
Let the play begin.
no subject
Shush! Nobody is supposed to know I like Kuja! I've managed to hide it so well after all!no subject
About time you came out of the skirt closet, isn't it?no subject
Skirt closet? ME!? Unthinkable! Next you'll be saying I have an obsession with voice actors or homosexual male romance works of an often sub par quality!no subject
Your complete disinterest in both topics is as true a fact as the sky being green and the sun rising in the northwest.