Lost in the Woods
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Lost in the Woods
Title: Lost in the Woods
Fandom: LOtR/FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: One-shot
Pairings: Cloud/Erestor
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of nekkid
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Prompt-fic challenge.
Requested by: nienna_weeper
Requested pairing: Cloud/Erestor
Requested rating: NC-17 (with which I experienced MASSIVE FAIL)
The woods were so quiet here, wherever here was. The need to…leave, disappear had been all consuming and impossible to resist. So here he was, in the middle of a forest. Fenrir sat quietly, engine long cold, next to a small, one-man tent. The sounds of native fauna began to filter in after the initial fright of the large bike roaring into the clearing. The tiny fire did nothing to discourage inquisitive squirrels from rifling through his packs, nor did it stop the little sparrows from perching on the top of his tent, intent on stealing what the squirrels left behind.
Despite the disruptive, if amusing, wildlife the sense of stillness in this place comforted the spiky haired blond. The aura of this diminutive clearing in the middle of nowhere was nearly the same as that of Aeris’s church. Only…here, he was not stuck in the middle of what was left of Midgar. Here, there was only him and invasive wildlife. The smell of gasoline, machines, and concrete did not exist. Neither did nosy friends and almost-but-not-quite girlfriends.
He forwent the tent and stretched out on the forest floor with only a thin blanket separating him from the unforgiving ground. He didn’t mind it however. It felt…better this way. For some reason.
Whatever.
The fire dwindled as the wood snapped and popped its last goodbyes and flames dwindled into heated coals. He stared at the fire, or rather, more through the fire. His eyes focused on everything and nothing, and he had almost drifted into a light doze when his eyes realized that the scenery had changed, despite the lack of movement in the near vicinity. No sounds had reached his ears, no new smells, no vibrations disturbed the ground beneath him. The only evidence that he now had a visitor was the disturbing sight of something being there without having actually gotten there; simply appearing.
Bolting up immediately, the blond reached for his sword which he had placed, fully assembled, next to him before he lay down to sleep. The absence of said weapon nearly gave him an apoplectic fit. Where was it?! He had just placed it right there and it should have stayed right there and…
Oh.
His visitor had it.
“This is a rather beautiful piece of work,” said the…whatever it was seated across from the blond on the other side of the dying fire. The creature was bewitching and utterly in-human in its beauty. Fragile points of hidden ears peaked out of tousled, wild hair. Cat-slitted eyes glittered with merriment and an unfettered wildness no mortal could possess. The being slid a piece of the puzzle-like sword out and examined it before sliding it back in. “Intriguing,” he murmured.
“Who-what-I-” Cloud demanded intelligently.
A smile: pixie mischievous and blood sharp. Chocolate eyes twinkled in amusement, and hair blacker than Jenova’s heart was flipped over a naked shoulder.
Wait.
Naked?
“Uh…” Cloud seemed to find his ability to think rationally…hell, his ability to think in complete sentences was lost. Beyond thoughts of “naked” and “pretty” and “it’s-been-a-long-God-damned-time” nothing seemed to stick for more than a millisecond in the blond’s befuddled brain.
Knife-edged, sparkling laughter preceded the dropping of the sword into the dirt. A sharp chin was rested on delicate, pale hands. The head tilted slightly, studying the blond warrior across the fire.
“You’re awfully cute.” Words thickly flavored with a lilting, but unknown, accent.
That statement finally got Cloud’s brain functioning again. If there was one thing he hated more in this Gods-forsaken world it was- “I’m NOT motherfucking CUTE!”
Sputtering laughter. “Like an angry widdle chocobo! Adorable.”
Cloud made to stand. “Listen you-”
He didn’t know how he ended up flat on the ground with the exotic not-human stretched out over the top of him. The blond was neither pinned nor straddled in any way to restrain him. No. More like, he was being lain upon like some strange type of couch. With elbows propped on Cloud’s shoulders, the fey creature again cupped his chin in his hands and regarded the warrior with a tilted gaze.
“You’re even cuter when you’re confused,” purred that sultry voice in a foreign cadence.
Cloud’s angry and bewildered eyes locked with deep, wild brown.
He was lost.
It felt like the Lifestream in the way that the Lifestream held all that was ancient and Ancient. Only, the Lifestream was blue, green, bright and cutting. This…this was dark, brown, black. Like the Earth in its darkest, most secret places. Like the stygian shadows between two lovers on a starless night.
“What…what are…” Cloud gasped, adrift and smothered in warm, blanketing Earth. A deep, struggling breath brought the taste of rain.
“What am I?” clarified the creature, placing one hand on the side of Cloud’s face to trace his soft cheek. “I am the forest. I am the green and growing things. I am a fey and wild thing left to riot within the untouched places of the Earth. I am ancient.” He smiled, and leaned down until his lips just brushed the blond’s. “I am Erestor.”
Fandom: LOtR/FFVII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: One-shot
Pairings: Cloud/Erestor
Rating: PG-13 for mentions of nekkid
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Prompt-fic challenge.
Requested by: nienna_weeper
Requested pairing: Cloud/Erestor
Requested rating: NC-17 (with which I experienced MASSIVE FAIL)
The woods were so quiet here, wherever here was. The need to…leave, disappear had been all consuming and impossible to resist. So here he was, in the middle of a forest. Fenrir sat quietly, engine long cold, next to a small, one-man tent. The sounds of native fauna began to filter in after the initial fright of the large bike roaring into the clearing. The tiny fire did nothing to discourage inquisitive squirrels from rifling through his packs, nor did it stop the little sparrows from perching on the top of his tent, intent on stealing what the squirrels left behind.
Despite the disruptive, if amusing, wildlife the sense of stillness in this place comforted the spiky haired blond. The aura of this diminutive clearing in the middle of nowhere was nearly the same as that of Aeris’s church. Only…here, he was not stuck in the middle of what was left of Midgar. Here, there was only him and invasive wildlife. The smell of gasoline, machines, and concrete did not exist. Neither did nosy friends and almost-but-not-quite girlfriends.
He forwent the tent and stretched out on the forest floor with only a thin blanket separating him from the unforgiving ground. He didn’t mind it however. It felt…better this way. For some reason.
Whatever.
The fire dwindled as the wood snapped and popped its last goodbyes and flames dwindled into heated coals. He stared at the fire, or rather, more through the fire. His eyes focused on everything and nothing, and he had almost drifted into a light doze when his eyes realized that the scenery had changed, despite the lack of movement in the near vicinity. No sounds had reached his ears, no new smells, no vibrations disturbed the ground beneath him. The only evidence that he now had a visitor was the disturbing sight of something being there without having actually gotten there; simply appearing.
Bolting up immediately, the blond reached for his sword which he had placed, fully assembled, next to him before he lay down to sleep. The absence of said weapon nearly gave him an apoplectic fit. Where was it?! He had just placed it right there and it should have stayed right there and…
Oh.
His visitor had it.
“This is a rather beautiful piece of work,” said the…whatever it was seated across from the blond on the other side of the dying fire. The creature was bewitching and utterly in-human in its beauty. Fragile points of hidden ears peaked out of tousled, wild hair. Cat-slitted eyes glittered with merriment and an unfettered wildness no mortal could possess. The being slid a piece of the puzzle-like sword out and examined it before sliding it back in. “Intriguing,” he murmured.
“Who-what-I-” Cloud demanded intelligently.
A smile: pixie mischievous and blood sharp. Chocolate eyes twinkled in amusement, and hair blacker than Jenova’s heart was flipped over a naked shoulder.
Wait.
Naked?
“Uh…” Cloud seemed to find his ability to think rationally…hell, his ability to think in complete sentences was lost. Beyond thoughts of “naked” and “pretty” and “it’s-been-a-long-God-damned-time” nothing seemed to stick for more than a millisecond in the blond’s befuddled brain.
Knife-edged, sparkling laughter preceded the dropping of the sword into the dirt. A sharp chin was rested on delicate, pale hands. The head tilted slightly, studying the blond warrior across the fire.
“You’re awfully cute.” Words thickly flavored with a lilting, but unknown, accent.
That statement finally got Cloud’s brain functioning again. If there was one thing he hated more in this Gods-forsaken world it was- “I’m NOT motherfucking CUTE!”
Sputtering laughter. “Like an angry widdle chocobo! Adorable.”
Cloud made to stand. “Listen you-”
He didn’t know how he ended up flat on the ground with the exotic not-human stretched out over the top of him. The blond was neither pinned nor straddled in any way to restrain him. No. More like, he was being lain upon like some strange type of couch. With elbows propped on Cloud’s shoulders, the fey creature again cupped his chin in his hands and regarded the warrior with a tilted gaze.
“You’re even cuter when you’re confused,” purred that sultry voice in a foreign cadence.
Cloud’s angry and bewildered eyes locked with deep, wild brown.
He was lost.
It felt like the Lifestream in the way that the Lifestream held all that was ancient and Ancient. Only, the Lifestream was blue, green, bright and cutting. This…this was dark, brown, black. Like the Earth in its darkest, most secret places. Like the stygian shadows between two lovers on a starless night.
“What…what are…” Cloud gasped, adrift and smothered in warm, blanketing Earth. A deep, struggling breath brought the taste of rain.
“What am I?” clarified the creature, placing one hand on the side of Cloud’s face to trace his soft cheek. “I am the forest. I am the green and growing things. I am a fey and wild thing left to riot within the untouched places of the Earth. I am ancient.” He smiled, and leaned down until his lips just brushed the blond’s. “I am Erestor.”