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Fanfic 100: School; Shade.
Title: Letters in the Sand
Characters: Sephiroth, Aeris
Prompt: 088: School
Rating: G
Word Count: 185
She taught the children after school. They came to visit and to help and she asked them about their day. They traced their letters in the ground, airing the dirt with a stick, or a ruler. She helped them shape the words in the earth, guided small hands to make smooth curves, to cross their T's and dot the I's. She was good with the children.
Sometimes, when he came by late at night, hiding in the rafters to keep his watchful eye on her, she drew letters for herself, shapes that had no meaning to anyone, not even to her, except that she wrote them over and over without knowing why. And once he had been there when the not-knowing became too much and she threw her head back and cried for her ignorance, that she could make these shapes in the dirt but couldn't tell what they meant.
He recognized them himself, from journals and relics of the past, weak attempts at translation that were better than none at all. He would have taught her what those letters meant, if he dared.
Title: Shadow
Characters: Sephiroth, Aeris
Prompt: 075: Shade
Rating: PG
Word Count: 157
He thought she didn't know he was there, watching her, studying her. But the flowers spoke of him in whispers and she bent to hear the hushed chatter of the angel who stood and stared. He was high in the corner, in the rafters, and he kept his wing hidden from sight, they said.
She never dared turn around to look. At first she was afraid. She knew only a few reasons why he might have come and none bode well for her. Days went by and he made no move and slowly she began to be at ease again, to tend her whispering flowers, and sing to them. Sing for him too, a little, she had to admit, wondering if she could coax an angel down from his high perch.
He never moved. She never turned. Still, she knew he was there, from the way her flowers sighed in the shadow he never realized he cast.
Characters: Sephiroth, Aeris
Prompt: 088: School
Rating: G
Word Count: 185
She taught the children after school. They came to visit and to help and she asked them about their day. They traced their letters in the ground, airing the dirt with a stick, or a ruler. She helped them shape the words in the earth, guided small hands to make smooth curves, to cross their T's and dot the I's. She was good with the children.
Sometimes, when he came by late at night, hiding in the rafters to keep his watchful eye on her, she drew letters for herself, shapes that had no meaning to anyone, not even to her, except that she wrote them over and over without knowing why. And once he had been there when the not-knowing became too much and she threw her head back and cried for her ignorance, that she could make these shapes in the dirt but couldn't tell what they meant.
He recognized them himself, from journals and relics of the past, weak attempts at translation that were better than none at all. He would have taught her what those letters meant, if he dared.
Title: Shadow
Characters: Sephiroth, Aeris
Prompt: 075: Shade
Rating: PG
Word Count: 157
He thought she didn't know he was there, watching her, studying her. But the flowers spoke of him in whispers and she bent to hear the hushed chatter of the angel who stood and stared. He was high in the corner, in the rafters, and he kept his wing hidden from sight, they said.
She never dared turn around to look. At first she was afraid. She knew only a few reasons why he might have come and none bode well for her. Days went by and he made no move and slowly she began to be at ease again, to tend her whispering flowers, and sing to them. Sing for him too, a little, she had to admit, wondering if she could coax an angel down from his high perch.
He never moved. She never turned. Still, she knew he was there, from the way her flowers sighed in the shadow he never realized he cast.