tag:dreamwidth.org,2009-05-02:195479FF7 Drabbles -- Freeform and Community ChallengesFF7 Drabbles -- Freeform and Community ChallengesFF7 Drabbles -- Freeform and Community Challenges2011-10-09T03:02:26Ztag:dreamwidth.org,2009-05-02:195479:42798hecatesbratInner Strength2011-10-09T02:55:34Z2011-10-09T03:02:26Zpublic0Posted by: <span lj:user='cydling' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://cydling.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://cydling.dreamwidth.org/'><b>cydling</b></a></span><br /><br />Title: Inner Strength<br />Challenge/Prompt: Holy<br />Characters/Pairings: Tseng<br />Rating: G<br />Warnings: Does not being Beta'ed count?<br />Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be mine.<br />Summary: Tseng prepares for the day. <br />Author's Notes: It's part of a longer fic mini-arc: <a href="http://hecatesmuse.livejournal.com/13712.html">Always The Same: Tseng</a>. This drabble has also been posted previously on InsaneJournal's ffvii_100 comm. <br /><br /><br />Tseng looked the bed that moments before held his body. He sighed, no louder than a whisper on a hot summer's night.<br /><br />Kneeling in front of his altar, he began preparing his body and his mind for the day's battles and hardships - a hardship named Rufus Shinra. Oddly, he wouldn't have it any other way.<br /><br />Tseng's hands moved to the small bowl. Mixing, stirring and creating. The creation of tilak was almost complete; a long and mournful chant came from Tseng’s lips as he pinned his hair back.<br /><br />Tilak applied and body bowed, he asked for determination for today's tasks.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ff7_drabbles&ditemid=42798" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2009-05-02:195479:39543hecatesbratMore Than A Winter's Chill (Prompt #112 - Winter)2011-07-18T02:37:59Z2011-07-18T02:37:59Zpublic0Posted by: <span lj:user='cydling' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://cydling.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://cydling.dreamwidth.org/'><b>cydling</b></a></span><br /><br />Title: More Than A Winter's Chill<br />Challenge/Prompt: Winter<br />Characters/Pairings: Tseng<br />Rating: PG<br />Warnings: Possible spookiness. <br />Disclaimer: I don't own them. Not making money off of them nor will I ever. I just play with them sometimes.<br />Summary: Tseng's at Icicle Inn with file info fresh in his mind.<br />Author's Notes: It's been a long time since I've written a FF7 drabble. <br /><br />He exhaled and watched the air turn his breath to whisper smoke in front of his face, curling away from him.<br /><br />The house was gutted long ago, skeletal and empty now, a husk long discarded in the frozen north. <br /><br />He read the files and knew what transpired here and for a moment, when the wind whipped his hair about, Tseng was certain that he could hear a mother's pleading scream and a child's sob. <br /><br />His eyes glanced at the house and he pushed the intruding thoughts away. When he exhaled this time, it's more than a winter shiver he has.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ff7_drabbles&ditemid=39543" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> commentstag:dreamwidth.org,2009-05-02:195479:33502hecatesbratA Small Change2011-03-06T18:30:11Z2011-03-06T18:30:27Zpublic0Posted by: <span lj:user='cydling' style='white-space: nowrap;' class='ljuser'><a href='https://cydling.dreamwidth.org/profile'><img src='https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png' alt='[personal profile] ' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: text-bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='https://cydling.dreamwidth.org/'><b>cydling</b></a></span><br /><br />Title: A Small Change<br />Challenge/Prompt: Face<br />Characters/Pairings: Rude, mention of Rufus<br />Rating: G<br />Warnings: none really<br />Disclaimer: so not mine. at all. <br />Summary: After the fall of ShinRa tower<br />Author's Notes:<br /><br />His expression didn't change. It was like a rock, like he was. Never changing and that settled some roiling part of Reno's body, soothed the nerves. <br /><br />There was dust in his goatee and sweat trickling down his temple. There, just under the arm of his shades it slid down his skin. <br /><br />They dug deeper into the rubble, the remains of ShinRa tower as if pirates of lore seeking hidden treasure. In a way, they were; seeking the leader of the Turks. <br /><br />His face broke into a small smile when they found him. A small change, acceptable for that joyous moment.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ff7_drabbles&ditemid=33502" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments