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[nicodaws]

sui v kaz | 17th may 2022

[ciitreae]

@coscuvilheiro

he can hear birds.

they're far away, or at least, they sound far away—or muted, or muffled, as though he hears them through some kind of filter. disjointed, coming in waves or just a second or two of sound before rushing silence. seems as though he hasn't heard birdsong in ages, probably, not since the last time he went to banora. the sparrows would make their nests on the low branches of the dumbapple trees, and one time when they were all young, angeal had carefully tugged one down to show him the little hatchlings, and even the hungry chirping had been pretty.

it's not as close now. there's something else closer, a feeling, a sense. moving. moving somewhere. steady as a drumbeat, but where does it come from? something alive and here.

his head shifts. he means to turn and look, but finds there's only something solid he turns to, and that his eyes feel stuck shut. a sound, displeasure, crackles and hums in his throat. feels rusty, feels dry, too much to feel and not enough to know—sephiroth's brow pinches as he stubbornly opens his eyes, long as it takes him, only to meet the stinging and blinding whiteness of daylight, and the dark shape of the something solid, and then everything goes black again.

the next time he awakens, it's with a sudden and vicious cough tearing from his chest, and there is no birdsong and it's dark; on instinct he sits bolt upright without knowing he'd been laid down, lungs burning and tight. drawing breath feels sickly, painful, the coughing makes him gasp and shake as though he hasn't tasted air in years.

everything hurts. hurts in a way that sephiroth doesn't remember things hurting. everything, sharp, defined. everything, hazy, disconnected. it begins to ring in his ears, pound in his temples, and sephiroth raises his trembling hands to his head, holding back the barrage of realization that he doesn't know where or when he is, or how he came to be, or what had come before.

[trenzaslore]

yooyoyoy my birthday's in 3 days

[haleigh-blog-blog]

Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I wouldn't have met you. If you wouldn't have shown up that night and sat next to me in the light of that fire. And then I realize that if you would have stayed at home that night, I would have never had the chance for you to make me laugh like you did. Without that I wouldn't be the same person. You make me the happiest I've ever been. You're the bun to my burger. If I can look at my life and pick the best moment it would be humiliating myself in order to meet you. Why? Because you're the best thing that has ever happened to me.