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Sephiroth Postscript


This is just what happened to me one night in a fit of insomnia. Sometimes I get these scary writing fits at odd hours of the night. I think it's rather good; it shows an aspect of Tiph and Dar that one might not usually see. The strange thing is I wrote it before that "Sephiroth" RP even existed, and upon reading over it again I saw how perfectly this would set it off, and I had to add it to my page.

::denied the peace and bliss of sleep by busy thoughts, Tiphareth sat awake in her shared bed, leaning back against her pillow, arms wrapped around her knees, those sapphire twins glowing softly in the darkness as she gazed at the sleeping figure next to her. The microscopic shards of Mako spilled freely from her depths of eerie eyes and down over the lush bedding as she freed one hand from it's grasp about her knee to lovingly stroke his slightly sleep toussled raven head, hair black as both the comforting darkness that enveloped the room and the pillow beneath him. How many nights had she spent sleepless, to sit as she was now, and stare at him, waiting to be awakened from the dream, all too sure that that was what it was, too good to be reality, too wonderous a thing to have happened to a wretch, failure of science such as herself... How many countless times had she repeated that caress, to touch him and reaffirm that he was real... How many tears of bewhildered joy had stained those pale cheeks each time she realized that it was not a dream... She felt as if detatched from it all, as if an outsider looking down into the life of another without permission, as if she was somewhere she did not belong; not really there with him in the bed, still back in her own personal hell of all those years ago, a specimen to be caged and manipulated, brainwashed and fed volumes of insidious lies throughout the whole of her life in that realm, and all things else unspeakable... The waking nightmare of her past began to consume her as it had many a time before; in desperation, she lied back down and moved closer to cling to him, wrapping her trembling arms around him with a slight whimper. Taking a comfort from being so near to him, she relaxed in her embrace, but did not let him go, still frightened eyes peered blindly out into the darkness as her soft warm cheek rested against his strong shoulder. A few moments later she had calmed, and pulled her head back to look into his face, thankful for the tranquility she read in it ... at the very least, he could have peace now, not tortured by whatever dreams were being spun in his mind. Not merely handsome angular features, he was nothing short of breath taking. But more than his physical beauty, she saw into the tangled recesses of his soul, how gloriously it complemented hers, as if something taken in answer to the most dire wishes of her heart... pressing two fingers to her lips, she brushed them over his cheek. Does he know I worship him... my world, my heaven, my god, my everything and all... does he know that he saves me from myself... without him I cease to exist, I wither and die, without him... she choked and pushed such troubling thoughts away. Taking in a shuddery breath and cuddling closer to his sleeping form, she wondered if he had any idea... after leaning up to whisper into his ear every thought her heart meant to speak to his, soft whispers of love and sweet nothings, she settled back down and released herself into the rest and repose of slumber, safe, secure, perfect, though woefully undeserving in the arms of her savior::


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