Ruthless Gravity
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
800
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ruthless Gravity V
The air was heavy with incense, wafted throughout the temple on a gentle breeze. The delicate sound of chimes intermingled with the ceremonial chants of monks. And Tseng found himself before a small alter clad in a simple, dark Yukata.
He had come here for answers, ones that he could not find in Midgar, not with the memory of ice blue eyes clouded with tears of accusation. Eyes to which he could never lie. And therein lay the problem. He could not face Rufus again in his current state, for regardless of how he tried to justify his actions he had betrayed whatever fragile trust there had been. He had allowed Rufus to trust him, enough to find no shame nor guilt in allowing Tseng to take him as no one else had. Perhaps that was his greatest wrong in all this. To his people the bond of commitment was essential in the balance of their teachings, for that bond was symbolic of harmony and was to be celebrated. Yet his affair with the President’s son was kept in the shadows, and riddled with half truths, and denial. And though he knew that part of him cared deeply for Rufus, it had not been enough.
He had no right to be here, within the sacred walls of this temple making offerings to spirits that no longer heard his prayers. He had forsaken them long ago, along with his heritage and his people. He had betrayed them, how then had he ever believed he would not betray the single person who should have meant something to him beyond the duty and protocol.
He hadn’t the answers. Had he, he would not be here now trying to find logic and reason in his actions. The very basis of his own harmony was founded on efficiency, following duty. However, that needed to be countered, and Rufus was that. The recklessness of their passion, the way duty came second to their need for one another. And yet that was the one thing that had sent his rationality into a downward spiral.
He had not wished to see his lover dead. He had only wished to fulfil his duty, yet that would have required such.
He had fulfilled his duty, however, and Rufus still lived. He had merely done his part. But had the situation differed, would he have carried out the orders himself? Would he have been able to end the life of his lover? He did not know. Part of him said ‘no’, but the situation had never come to that.
Raking hands through his hair, Tseng knew the answers he sought could not be found. Hours of meditation and prayer left him yet searching. He was capable of naught but betrayal. He should not have come here.
He had come here for answers, ones that he could not find in Midgar, not with the memory of ice blue eyes clouded with tears of accusation. Eyes to which he could never lie. And therein lay the problem. He could not face Rufus again in his current state, for regardless of how he tried to justify his actions he had betrayed whatever fragile trust there had been. He had allowed Rufus to trust him, enough to find no shame nor guilt in allowing Tseng to take him as no one else had. Perhaps that was his greatest wrong in all this. To his people the bond of commitment was essential in the balance of their teachings, for that bond was symbolic of harmony and was to be celebrated. Yet his affair with the President’s son was kept in the shadows, and riddled with half truths, and denial. And though he knew that part of him cared deeply for Rufus, it had not been enough.
He had no right to be here, within the sacred walls of this temple making offerings to spirits that no longer heard his prayers. He had forsaken them long ago, along with his heritage and his people. He had betrayed them, how then had he ever believed he would not betray the single person who should have meant something to him beyond the duty and protocol.
He hadn’t the answers. Had he, he would not be here now trying to find logic and reason in his actions. The very basis of his own harmony was founded on efficiency, following duty. However, that needed to be countered, and Rufus was that. The recklessness of their passion, the way duty came second to their need for one another. And yet that was the one thing that had sent his rationality into a downward spiral.
He had not wished to see his lover dead. He had only wished to fulfil his duty, yet that would have required such.
He had fulfilled his duty, however, and Rufus still lived. He had merely done his part. But had the situation differed, would he have carried out the orders himself? Would he have been able to end the life of his lover? He did not know. Part of him said ‘no’, but the situation had never come to that.
Raking hands through his hair, Tseng knew the answers he sought could not be found. Hours of meditation and prayer left him yet searching. He was capable of naught but betrayal. He should not have come here.