RestartRestart by ~Boomchick
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Cover by: Bunny-Boss (aka Tomowowo) Link in description!
Summary: Cloud and Sephiroth make plans at the end of the world.
Pairing: Just friendship (for now?)
"I'm not going back." Sephiroth said, his low voice the only sound in the empty space around him.
"We have to," Cloud replied, sighing as he watched the man's back. "You know that."
"It never changes," Sephiroth's voice was dull and listless—almost dead. "No matter now many times we play this same game."
"We have to keep trying," Cloud whispered. "We'll get it right eventually."
"I will never be strong enough," Sephiroth replied with a shake of his head. "And neither will you."
"It always changes, though," Cloud argued. "At least in little ways. Who knows, eventually one of those little ways has to change things for the better. It was closer last time, with the two of us closer to the same age..."
"I'm tired," Sephiroth replied blankly.
Dancing Against the Seven Destinies 11Dancing Against the Seven Destinies 11 by *cmsully
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Aerith awoke to the smell of breakfast being cooked. Stumbling through her morning routine, the last Cetra moved robotically until she finally managed to wake herself up enough to greet the rest of the world.
Her first surprise of the day as she left her bedroom, however, was to see her step-mother coming out of her own room. Elmyra, too, seemed to be surprised to see Aerith. For a minute, the two Gainsborough women stared at each other with questioning looks, confused as to who would be cooking the morning meal.
Suddenly, the young Cetra remembered the strange woman from yesterday- Grace Lunaria, also known as Katlyn Lune. Quickly walking towards the kitchen with Elmyra close behind, the two paused when they suddenly heard music. It was very dramatic-sounding, uplifting yet with a sad tone. As suddenly the music quieted, Aerith and her step-mother peeked into the kitchen.
“Home is behind, the world ahead/ And there are many paths to tread,<
Secret Whispers: 1Chapter 1Secret Whispers: 1 by ~anotherdreamfighter
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There’s a wall built in the middle of a park that’s slowly crumbling into nothing. The bricks have faded in color and chunks of the wall continue to fall out every day. They have a man who cleans it up every day, around 4 o’clock on the dot. It isn’t that tall, or that long, but for a very long time it’s been sitting there.
A piece of art and history that the big guys never wanted to tear down, and in a sense, a piece of mystery. There was always a rumor that floated around the wall of twelve meters length and six feet high, that some old man put the wall here on purpose. They used to say that he put it right on a rift of time and space, on the night the moon was red.
Not many people believed it, but they recorded the very day it was built. That day, sixty years ago when it was built, was the same day of this year a group of hooligans decided to paint the wall in graffiti. That was the day a woman by the nickname of Fuu stumbled