This is a personal journal for my own self. Writing bits, fandom-related posts, and stir-fried random abounds.
and now, Theatrhythm drabble ...
... and really it occurs to me that if I'm going to be doing prompted things off of /final_fantasy_fanwork I should probably just collect them together in clumps or something.
Oh well, maybe I'll start that if I keep on keeping on.
Resolution
(Theatrhythm Final Fantasy Curtain Call)
Staggered, vision blurring, Sephiroth spit bloody foam and tossed his head high, lifting Masamune -- lead weight in his hands -- in defiance that was more than half bluff.
The thing in front of him laughed with his own voice.
Six wings beat the air; a seventh lashed out, razor sharp, and Sephiroth fell to one knee as another arc of crimson painted the shattered earth beneath his feet. Where were the others? Already fallen ...?
... It didn't matter.
He surged to his feet, eyes sea-green fire, to strike with steel and thunder and his own life's blood.
Let this end us both!



