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FFVIII - The Hill pt. iv
That day, Irvine woke to a dusty morning and the gentle green of the radio alarm.
Propping himself up by the elbows, he sighed heavily and touched his red eyes and scratchy jaw gingerly. The whole room pulsed in the quiet; the time on the clock fluttered its eyelashes like a beautiful woman and waited as Irvine tumbled out of the limbo of ( Read more... ) -
FFVIII - The Hill pt. iii
Quistis only puts her hair down for very special occasions. And now, the sea breeze combs her long blond hair with its fingers as they walk down the wooden dock of the pier, it itself like a ribbon of moonlight. All is quiet and dark except for the gentle lapping of waves and the shimmering reflection of the moon upon it. It pools into Quistis’ ( Read more... ) -
FFVIII - The Hill pt. ii
Selphie notes how close they’re standing to each other.
‘It’s been such a long time.’ Almost shoulder to shoulder. Her memories are always collecting sepia tones, but she has to remind herself it’s only the wind, the cold late-winter afternoon and the human instinct of gathering together to keep warm that has brought them together this time ( Read more... ) -
FFVIII - The Hill pt. i
Title: The Hill
chapter i. Ad eorum memoriam quos valde amo
Fandom: FFVIII
Rating: PG
Characters: Rinoa, Squall, Cast
Word Count: 462
Notes: I'm not exactly what The Hill is. I wouldn't exactly call it a story, because the chapters are somewhat disjointed, but it's not exactly an anthology either - can anyone help me out with this word XD?
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for 10iloveyou
My FFVII:CC claim for 10iloveyou
1.Trust6.Passion
2.Truth7.Duty
3.Rules8.Forgiveness
4. Loss9.Betrayal
5.Loyalty10.Your choice -
FFX - Poem on a Journey
Title - Poem on a Journey
Fandom - FFX
Rating - PG
Characters - Yuna, Tidus
Word Count - 481
Notes - Heavily inspired by e.e. cummings. (but in no way is nearly as good XD)
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FFVII - Forward Movement
April descends upon Midgar like a shroud. The city that is already painted with a grey palette is the picture of wet gloom, and there is not an inch on the skins of the city’s population that is not damp with either the rain or sweat. The infamous city, with all its skyscrapers and cutting edge technology becomes a boiling pot of humidity and ( Read more... )
