Nations: Lights
Title: Lights
Arc: Nations
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Cloud
Words: 663
Rating: G
Warning: The AUness!
Arc summary: It's an alternate universe where Sephiroth is a king, while Zack, Cloud, Vincent, and Rufus are his harem slaves, who he has renamed as gems.
Note: Follow the tags to get to previous parts, which are in order. Comments appreciated!
Things felt different.
At first it hadn't been something readily apparent, just small niggles on the edges of his vision when his sight had finally come back to him after the intense marriage ceremony he'd led.
He could tell that the others were curious. Even Amethyst now that the king had finally resumed allowing the man at his side again. He hadn't taken to the separation well in the least, and sadly no matter how powerful he was, he wasn't a cure for heartsickness. Still, he'd done what he could, and it had restored his own flux of magical balance as well.
That alone had been a relief, because for the first day after he'd regained his sight it had been almost unbearable, the way his power teetered from nil to overmuch. It wasn't just a personal issue, it had been the gods doing as gods did. However, he was still human, avatar or no, and he had needed to do something with the overwhelming sense of Them.
Usually, when he was ridden in ceremony, the sensation was gone at the end. This touch and go was new, odd, and he wondered if it would last for the remainder of his life now that…
Well, the ceremony he'd led for his king seemed to have changed much, and the gods apparently approved of their choice in the way they had declared the blessing. Still, though, he didn't believe he'd ever fortified the castle so well as it was now. He could, when he'd looked after the blindness had passed, see the holes, either worn or torn into his former barriers, and he'd fixed them.
So many holes, so many ways that things could have gone wrong, things that could have allowed a dangerous spell or hex through. So much that he had left to inattention without realizing at all. But, this had been fixed as he slowly came to terms with his new sight. The Sight had never been among his talents, but the whispers at the edges of his vision said it was no longer so, and the clarity of his magic sigils said ever so much more than those glimmers did.
This, he didn't mention to anyone, not the other gems, not Aeris. The Sight was rare, the manifestation of it being different from god to god, person to person. Apparently his was not yet something he could embrace, as looking directly at a person ruined whatever his sight was trying to tell him in the first place. It was frustrating, though it made him wonder if the subtlety was actually common among those gifted this way from birth.
It would explain why those who did have The Sight he had met in the past had refused to explain how it worked. It would have taken all the mystery out of it if they had to admit that it was fleeting, intense impressions more than something truly like sight. In other words, one could not rely on their eyes to do it. He could be wrong in this thought, of course, but it was amusing to consider it as just one more trick in a cadre of small magics that he'd seen at temple.
Shaking away the musings, he Looked. Well. He tried to look. Inanimate objects were so much more cooperative, but then, he'd spent many years refining his touch with the magic just so he could wind the magic into a spectrum he, and others, could see. The new developments had made that a little less obvious, but people just plain weren't cooperative, especially by comparison.
Grimacing as he got a half glimpse of something perfectly nasty on looking out the window, he let his curiosity lead him and turned his gaze down so he could tell who that black swarming mass belonged to.
Hojo. Hmm. He couldn’t say he was surprised. Though…
He hadn't expected the man to be staring upward toward the window when he looked.
Arc: Nations
Fandom: FF7
Characters: Cloud
Words: 663
Rating: G
Warning: The AUness!
Arc summary: It's an alternate universe where Sephiroth is a king, while Zack, Cloud, Vincent, and Rufus are his harem slaves, who he has renamed as gems.
Note: Follow the tags to get to previous parts, which are in order. Comments appreciated!
Things felt different.
At first it hadn't been something readily apparent, just small niggles on the edges of his vision when his sight had finally come back to him after the intense marriage ceremony he'd led.
He could tell that the others were curious. Even Amethyst now that the king had finally resumed allowing the man at his side again. He hadn't taken to the separation well in the least, and sadly no matter how powerful he was, he wasn't a cure for heartsickness. Still, he'd done what he could, and it had restored his own flux of magical balance as well.
That alone had been a relief, because for the first day after he'd regained his sight it had been almost unbearable, the way his power teetered from nil to overmuch. It wasn't just a personal issue, it had been the gods doing as gods did. However, he was still human, avatar or no, and he had needed to do something with the overwhelming sense of Them.
Usually, when he was ridden in ceremony, the sensation was gone at the end. This touch and go was new, odd, and he wondered if it would last for the remainder of his life now that…
Well, the ceremony he'd led for his king seemed to have changed much, and the gods apparently approved of their choice in the way they had declared the blessing. Still, though, he didn't believe he'd ever fortified the castle so well as it was now. He could, when he'd looked after the blindness had passed, see the holes, either worn or torn into his former barriers, and he'd fixed them.
So many holes, so many ways that things could have gone wrong, things that could have allowed a dangerous spell or hex through. So much that he had left to inattention without realizing at all. But, this had been fixed as he slowly came to terms with his new sight. The Sight had never been among his talents, but the whispers at the edges of his vision said it was no longer so, and the clarity of his magic sigils said ever so much more than those glimmers did.
This, he didn't mention to anyone, not the other gems, not Aeris. The Sight was rare, the manifestation of it being different from god to god, person to person. Apparently his was not yet something he could embrace, as looking directly at a person ruined whatever his sight was trying to tell him in the first place. It was frustrating, though it made him wonder if the subtlety was actually common among those gifted this way from birth.
It would explain why those who did have The Sight he had met in the past had refused to explain how it worked. It would have taken all the mystery out of it if they had to admit that it was fleeting, intense impressions more than something truly like sight. In other words, one could not rely on their eyes to do it. He could be wrong in this thought, of course, but it was amusing to consider it as just one more trick in a cadre of small magics that he'd seen at temple.
Shaking away the musings, he Looked. Well. He tried to look. Inanimate objects were so much more cooperative, but then, he'd spent many years refining his touch with the magic just so he could wind the magic into a spectrum he, and others, could see. The new developments had made that a little less obvious, but people just plain weren't cooperative, especially by comparison.
Grimacing as he got a half glimpse of something perfectly nasty on looking out the window, he let his curiosity lead him and turned his gaze down so he could tell who that black swarming mass belonged to.
Hojo. Hmm. He couldn’t say he was surprised. Though…
He hadn't expected the man to be staring upward toward the window when he looked.