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Waiting, inanimate
Sep. 5th, 2010 10:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
green_animation Characters/Pairings: Cloud/Sephiroth
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Waiting, inanimate
A paradox in bleeding colours, opposing sensations. Having been held numb in this verdant tube, two green eyes register little to him. The drug in his mouth, his veins does much to further this dullness. He feels hands stroke down his side; their coldness is clarity in this lukewarm liquid.
“Soon.” He does not hear, but it is said. The hatch in the glass closes and he forgets in waves of chemicals and pain that it had ever been opened.
Noting Specimen C’s vitals, even Hojo’s vivid scrutiny misses the few silver hairs that cling, caressing, to Cloud’s wasting hips.
Team: SOLDIER
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Waiting, inanimate
A paradox in bleeding colours, opposing sensations. Having been held numb in this verdant tube, two green eyes register little to him. The drug in his mouth, his veins does much to further this dullness. He feels hands stroke down his side; their coldness is clarity in this lukewarm liquid.
“Soon.” He does not hear, but it is said. The hatch in the glass closes and he forgets in waves of chemicals and pain that it had ever been opened.
Noting Specimen C’s vitals, even Hojo’s vivid scrutiny misses the few silver hairs that cling, caressing, to Cloud’s wasting hips.