Saturday, December 23, 2006

   going, going, GON!
Hello all of you, dear friends!

First off, sorry to bore those of you who don't know much about ff7... I can just get a little bit carried away sometimes :-p

Something good today: new fan art, this time it's the OC we'd been talking about some time ago ;-) Take a look at it and tell me what you think of it!

Next, I won't be online until the 2nd of January. I'll be out of town with my aunt (sooooooo fun. or NOT) :-(

But this is the beginning of a new life for me, since I'd be alone after that... just me, me, me, myself, and my madness! (oh, and Vincent!) XD

Merry Xmas, Lots of fun, Happy new year, lots of everything that's good, shiny (maybe not pointy, but heh, to each his little fantasy), sparkly (don'T drink and drive; don'T drink and skydive either, mind you) ;-) and funny!

Celeste,
who's going mad with packing
and who wants a Vincent(-like) bf
as Xmas gift.

XD
oh, as a bonus, here' the prologue to part 2 of 'after the end'
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It was a world of night.
Yet no star shone in it. No breeze stirred the water’s surface; no moon gazed at her pale face in that dark mirror. However, ripples occasionally did mar that smooth surface of obsidian shadows turned liquid, like a ghostly hand playing on the invisible chords of an ancient harp.

Silence enfolded everything, from the soundless trickle of water falling from above, to the quiet murmur of ageless stone growing older with each passing second.

It was a world of night and nothing in it was free. Water, contained within the bowl of rocky shores, trapped and dying. Air, caught in a place where nothing needed it to survive and nothing enriched it by going back to the Planet. Sounds, muffled with the weight of the eras, mired and fading in the darkness within.

Death hovered over everything. Yet, here she was.

In the night, she shone like a beacon of peace, testimony to the most ardent of feelings, her coruscating form resting in the heart of the rarest of nature’s children: a column of pure Mako, grown from within the bowels of the planet, deep in the darkness of creation, rising from a lake of cold untainted water.

Pure, so beautiful, as exquisitely ethereal as one of Heaven’s angels, hands joined on her breast in prayer. A beautiful dreamer surrounded by light in a world of dark, her long lashes cast delicate shadows upon the soft perfection of her cheeks. Her long hair, bound with a yellow ribbon into a high ponytail, timidly exhibit her delicately shaped ears and the crystal earrings she loved to wear, while her bangs framed her face, encasing its painful loveliness in an auburn cascade.

His burning red irises gaze upon her, drinking their fill of the divine form before him. A goddess forever beyond the reach of a sinner such as he, Vincent Valentine, a dark form ghostly pale in the phantasmagorical lighting of the cave.

“Again… We meet again. Lucrecia…”

The softly spoken words echo around the cave, and for a moment, it seemed as if the immobile figure encased in Mako was speaking too, a fragile whisper from beyond the walls of death.

… I am sorry…

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