ff7_drabbles | Entries tagged with author: hecatesbrat

Title: Inner Strength
Challenge/Prompt: Holy
Characters/Pairings: Tseng
Rating: G
Warnings: Does not being Beta'ed count?
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never will be mine.
Summary: Tseng prepares for the day.
Author's Notes: It's part of a longer fic mini-arc: Always The Same: Tseng. This drabble has also been posted previously on InsaneJournal's ffvii_100 comm.

Tseng looked the bed that moments before held his body. He sighed, no louder than a whisper on a hot summer's night.

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.

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.

Tilak applied and body bowed, he asked for determination for today's tasks.

cydling

Title: More Than A Winter's Chill
Challenge/Prompt: Winter
Characters/Pairings: Tseng
Rating: PG
Warnings: Possible spookiness.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Not making money off of them nor will I ever. I just play with them sometimes.
Summary: Tseng's at Icicle Inn with file info fresh in his mind.
Author's Notes: It's been a long time since I've written a FF7 drabble.

He exhaled and watched the air turn his breath to whisper smoke in front of his face, curling away from him.

The house was gutted long ago, skeletal and empty now, a husk long discarded in the frozen north.

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.

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.

cydling

Title: A Small Change
Challenge/Prompt: Face
Characters/Pairings: Rude, mention of Rufus
Rating: G
Warnings: none really
Disclaimer: so not mine. at all.
Summary: After the fall of ShinRa tower
Author's Notes:

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.

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.

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.

His face broke into a small smile when they found him. A small change, acceptable for that joyous moment.

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FF7 Drabbles -- Freeform and Community Challenges

Inner Strength

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A Small Change

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