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[midnightdiddle]

Because x_saturnine asked* for Sirius/Lestat/Folken/Cloud, with a side of Dilandau/Noah**.

Spoilers for FFXII and, er, really, really vague spoilers for, uh, HP, the Vampire Chronicles, and Escaflowne? It helps if you know who the characters are, too.

The Dilandau/Noah first.

Lost Boy

"I'm not lost," Dilandau says. His shirt is streaked in blood and dirt, and it has come untucked. Noah wants to tuck it back in, or cover Dilandau in a coat, or at least wipe the blood from Dilandau's face.

"I know," Noah says, because it's always easier to agree, than to dodge Dilandau's inevitable fury.

"I don't," Dilandau says, "need your help." There's a moment of silence, then a spiteful "idiot."

"Mmm," Noah hums, like Basch used to hum to him, years ago in Landis. He takes up Dilandau's sword, flicks it, watches the gore drip from the edge. It takes a couple times to wipe the sword clean, but there's plenty of grass, and Noah has all the time in the world.

"Take me back," Dilandau says suddenly, as Noah is sliding the sword back into the sheath tied to Dilandau's waist.

"To where?" Noah asks mildly, and Dilandau's hands are wet as they circle about Noah's neck.

"To your bed, I should think." Dilandau's fingernails scratch into Noah's neck, and the blood on the side of Dilandau's face tastes bitter, like rust upon metal left outside too long.

Sometimes, Noah wonders how long Dilandau was left alone. Now, though, Noah has all the time in the world. He just wonders how much time Dilandau has.





The Sirius/Lestat/Folken/Cloud.

Black Wings

"There was no one," Cloud says, "after the fire." The bricks are uneven beneath his head, and he lets his fingers drift into the cracks, scrabbling over dirt and weeds.

There is a mouth on his side, wet and hot, and Cloud almost lets his hand wander to the head, but stops. The hair is never dark enough to be Zack's, and it's never long enough to be Sephiroth. It's easier to stare at the overgrown trees, and try to forget.

"There wasn't anyone after the meteor, either. Or, or after the world--" The mouth pauses, and Cloud's breath skitters, and he clutches at the bricks beneath his hands. His clothes are lumpy, pressing into his skin uncomfortably, and he wants to tug at his shirt, because he feels as though he's choking.

"And?" the mouth asks, and Cloud fights back a growl, because the voice doesn't sound like anyone he knew, not Cid or Tifa or Aerith, or even Red XIII.

"Immortality," another voice purrs next to Cloud's ear, and it almost sounds like Reno, because it's indulgent and lazy. Cloud never wanted to punch in Reno's face half this much, though. "It's a bitch, isn't it?"

"I," Cloud says, and this time he does fist his hand into the hair, because he wants to pull and scream and make someone hurt, "destroyed the world."

"You and me both," the purring voice says, and the teeth are sharp upon Cloud's ear.

The mouth against Cloud's side is laughing, and the breath is ghosting over the places Sephiroth dragged his fingers and his sword, where Sephiroth wrote "this is mine, this is mine, this is mine," and where Cloud had bled, "I am his, I am his, I am his."

And then there are hands, cold but gentle, a little like Zack's when there had been Nibelheim and Hojo and mako that screamed through Cloud's veins. The hands slip around Cloud, and then wings, two wings, not one, twist around Cloud, and Cloud doesn't have to close his eyes, because there is nothing but darkness, feathery soft and choking him like Tifa's love and Aerith's forgiveness.

"You," the wings whisper against Cloud's skin, "are the world."





*this is a blatant lie. x_saturnine never asked for it.

**is it bad that I want to actually made a crossover fic of this? a real, honest fic?

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[x-saturnine.livejournal.com]

*cries*

*and cries*

*and cries*

I think there may be a part of me that will never stop crying, because. This. And everything. And everyone.

*sobs into hands*

Most of the time, when I read things, I don't exactly visualize the scene, because I'm more in love with the words than I am with the images, because that's just how it is, and instead of pretty pictures, I usually see words flashing about in my head (sort of like how it was in the Kingdom Hearts II trailer. with the thirteen Roman numerals and random phrases and stuff? remember?), BUT.

But this time. For this. For you. My mind drew pictures. Yes, it did!

For the first, the setting may or may not be a cemetery. I'm not sure, because I only see one blood-splattered tombstone, and there's green grass all around, and the sky is blue-white, and Dilandau and Noah are both in full armor, and Dilandau is staring at the stone and clutching a sword, and Noah is staring at Dilandau, has one hand on Dilandau's cheek, one hand over Dilandau's sword hand, and--

The lineart is sketchy and facial expressions aren't drawn, and except for the bold red of the blood, it is colored in washed-out pastels.

And it makes me want to cry some more, because--
He just wonders how much time Dilandau has.

*KOed*

And, for the second one. Oh oh oh...

It is black and black and black, and all I can make out are the silver outlines of feathers and pale hands and a hint of white fangs somewhere to the left, but I know that somewhere in all that darkness is the red curve of a laughing mouth, and more pale skin, and the soft gold of eyelashes framing blue blue eyes.

*breathes*

And there are two wings. Not one, but two. And there's no Sephiroth, but there's no Zack either, and Cloud destroyed the world, and he IS the world, he is, because Lestat's at his ear, and Sirius is on his knees, and Folken chokes him from behind, and--everything.

*incoherent*

*also, cries*

[midnightdiddle.livejournal.com]

*clutches wall*

You'll be the end of me, and oh-- I can't even say anything, because you? You kill me dead.

[x-saturnine.livejournal.com]

I KEEP READING THESE INSTEAD OF DOING OTHER, PROBABLY MORE PRODUCTIVE THINGS BECAUSE I AM WEAK.

damnit.