[ .consumed. ]

pingy_strife @ 2005-08-29T19:56:00

2005-08-29T23:57:41Z

Title: Sunflower
Words: 181

She is so beautiful, standing there in the morning light. Her body is framed by a glowing sunrise, and I simply stare for a moment. Ethereal, she is, fantastic to watch. A song drifts out to me and I soak up the marvelous sound of her voice. My golden claw snaps off a sunflower from within our garden, and I walk up to our house to present the offering to my goddess.

Yuffie meets me at the door, her face aglow with a breath-taking grin. I wrap an arm around her waist and we sit at the table together. Hesitantly, I give her the fragile flower.

“Our first sunflower, Vincent! Thank you,” she tells me genuinely. I give her the flower, and she twines her fingers with my claws, bringing the appendage up to her lips and kissing it gently.

“I thought you might like a sunflower. They light up any room – just like you.” Yuffie grins at me and leans across the table to meet my lips. I take her gift willingly, and a feeling of completeness washes over me.

pingy_strife @ 2005-07-29T01:36:00

2005-07-29T05:36:48Z

A drabble for 101_kisses

Title: Such Sweet Sorrow
Author: pingy_strife
Pairing: Vincent x Yuffie (though pretty much one-sided)
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Theme: Loneliness, #46
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing much - just some longing
Summary: Yuffie has wished this night would never come - now she can only look on in loneliness.

He was forever another woman’s – the ceremony tomorrow would finalize that. The ninja stared on silently as her best friend slept, his face blank and as emotionless in dreams as it was in waking life. She wanted to reach out and stroke his cheek, run her hands through his silky hair and kiss his soft lips. But she could not – it wouldn’t be right. She would be betraying the woman she thought of as a sister – the woman who would marry her best friend.

There was a brief flickering of an emotion across the man’s face, something like sorrow. His sleep was a troubled one, and the ninja moved to kneel at his bedside. Hesitantly, she reached out and smoothed black strands of hair away from his handsome face. Instantly, his hand shot out to grab hers. Instead of ripping her apart, however, the owner opened his eyes and stared directly back into the ninja’s.

The girl tried to pull gently away, but his grip was tight. “Don’t go, Yuffie,” he whispered, giving her a reassuring squeeze and then letting go of her hand. It dropped to her side, and she simply stared at him.

Yuffie stayed with him until he fell asleep once more. She leaned towards him and softly kissed his forehead, then slipped away. “Vincent, I… goodnight,” the ninja whispered quietly into the night.

pingy_strife @ 2005-07-28T18:34:00

2005-07-28T22:37:26Z

If you thought that last one was a little odd, here's something I guess you could consider a companion piece. I wrote it a while ago, and I just borrowed this first line for the first line of my KH drabble ^_^;;

Title: Simplicity
Word Count: 158
Notes: A little bit of sexual stuff in here - but very short. 2-3 sentences MAX. It was necessary.

Shapes, colors, lights and sounds flashing by on the fast lane, bombarding her mind with instances of time and space that are gone, gone, gone in the next moment, sifting by like grains of sand through her fingers.

I didn't think it would happen like this, she thinks, her last coherent thought before her pleasure overtakes her.

The groans of the old bed frame drown out the groans of the man on top of her, drown out her own noises as sensations run like star fire all through her body. Heat centers, the ecstasy builds, until it's all she can know, feel, be.

When she wakes up in the morning, he won't be there. He never is. She's always alone, picking up the pieces, trying to remember where time went and realizing how easily her life flew by without even giving a parting wave.

And she knows that nothing is ever as simple as it's supposed to be.

pingy_strife @ 2005-07-28T18:24:00

2005-07-28T22:31:03Z

Title: Washed
Word Count: 184
Notes: Original drabble that I wrote. A little weird, but ^_^;;

Splash of cool water on the ivory skin of her face and she’s awake once more. She watches rivulets of the liquid flow down her gaunt cheeks and drip back into the porcelain sink before she picks up a cloth and savagely attacks the black paint around her eyes. Her chin drops black, cloudy water and her flesh is stained with dark streams.

Once finished with washing, she greets her new self in the mirror. Mornings are always clean and fresh, and it is easy for her to convince herself that she isn’t who she is, that her lovely young visage is pure and whole.

“No,” she tells herself this morning. She cannot live her constant lie anymore. She could not continue the way she was.

The girl paints her face again, streaks of black like war pain flying arouses her forehead. She laughs as she works wildly, until she bubbles down into a mass of hysteria.

“It doesn’t really matter anymore!” She screams, staring at her feral image. “It doesn’t really matter!”

"It never did anyway,” a deep voice answers from the door.

pingy_strife @ 2005-07-28T18:00:00

2005-07-28T22:02:20Z

Drabble for kh_drabble's challenge Chain of Memories

Challenge: Chain of Memories
Title: Forgotten
Word Count: 225
Spoilers: The basic "if you haven't played CoM" type

Shapes, colors, lights and sounds flashing by on the fast lane, bombarding his mind with instances of time and space that are gone, gone, gone in the next moment, sifting by like grains of sand through his fingers.

I am not who I thought I was, he suddenly realizes, his memories blowing away like paper in the wind. He cannot feel as he once did, cannot think of the things that happened. New pictures and opinions crowd his tired brain, rewriting his past, present, and future with wafts of insight drifting in with the tide.

And always there is the thought of Namine, and though the name was once hazy and unfamiliar to him, now he takes it in with each breath, holding it close to his heart. The memory of the person who used to be there – the girl with the smile and the bracelets, the short hair and the beautiful eyes that stared deep into his soul – the girl whose name… never existed… she… her name… is just out of reach, and then gone. There is only Namine… only Namine and the desperate thought that he wants to regain the whole of who he was.

Who am I? He wants to ask, but he knows no one can answer it.

Because before he knows it, the boy who once was, is now forgotten.