#puppet!cloud

I took the time to redraw an old comic I did based on a tweet by @corvidkohai about puppet!Cloud wearing one of Sephiroth’s feathers like religious jewelry.

“Do you ever...” 

Sephiroth started. The night was cold, yet the sky was bright. Twinkling stars were strewn across black void, simultaneously an image of isolation and of companionship. For the past half-hour, he’d been staring at them in absolute silence, brow furrowed into a hardened look as he gazed. One day, he would soar among them, gliding through the cosmos as a God evermore, searching endlessly... for what? Power? (((Purpose?))) (((A place in this wretched world?)))

T’would be a lonesome existence. Though, in a way, he’d always been alone. From the very beginning, he’d been little more than a tool, an experiment. And upon realisation of this truth, what had he been left with but the rage that burned in his shrivelled, tired heart? 

He huffed. He despised these thoughts, how they bothered him. He’d carve his place into the universe. He’d stand alone as the only remnant of Gaia’s existence. The souls that once inhabited her would be reborn as a part of him, as a part of something far greater than they could ever comprehend. The humans would be little more than a distant nightmare, finally snuffed from their pathetic existence. No more was he theirs to control.

Cyan was found dead in Admin. Despite the suspicion of White, no-one is ejected this round (skipped). There are 3 imposters left.

Red and Purple were found dead. A new voting round commences.

L (White) is irritated that everyone is ganging up on him when it is clearly Light (Black) like it always is. No-one is ejected this round (tie). There are 3 imposters left.

Orange was found in the Laboratory. Cloud (Dark Blue) finally reveals himself, along with Light (Black) and Sephiroth (Dark Green), right near the end of voting. Unfortunately, the remaining crewmates have already voted. No-one is ejected (skipped). Even with the clear evidence of the imposters’ identities, all 3 imposters are left.

Game over. Cloud IMMEDIATELY eats L, and the Imposters win.

“Good boy, Cloud.”

The blond strained his ears, but all he could hear was the storm pounding away at the old metal awning of the back porch.

"No." He replied, sounding depressed.

"It's the rain." The silverette grinned, as though he just shared with Cloud the revelation of a lifetime.

Cloud stared at him blankly, "Yeah, Seph. I can hear the rain."

"Isn't it beautiful?"

The blond stared at him as though he lost his mind. "What?"

"Don't just hear it. Listen." The taller man turned to face the raging storm and spread his arms on either side of him, as though waiting for the storm to embrace him, "The melody of the rain hitting the roof," he praised, "the soft woosh of the downpour as the wind changes its direction, the gentle sound of the droplets meeting with its kin in the puddles." He gracefully turned back to face his blond companion. He smiled bright as the sun, a rare sight, as a crack of lightning flashed behind him, not ten feet away from them, "the brightness of the lightning showing off your lovely features, making your hair and eyes glow,"

"Sephiroth!" He shouted, raising a hand to hide his blush.

The general didn't seem to take the hint, or he just didn't care, because he grabbed that hand and held it in his own. "The thunders mighty roar, your namesake floating in the sky, setting the scene."

"Seph, C'mon!" He was beet red now, he just knew it!

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

Cloud paused a moment, listening to all the things he pointed out. He had to admit, it was kinda pretty. "Yeah, it's...nice."

"It has no order." Sephiroths deep voice resonated, staring strait into Clouds mako blue eyes as he perked up. He finally knew where he was going with this.

"Sometimes chaos can be just as beautiful as order." He slid his leather clad hand along the blonds cheek, his smile widened as the shorter man nuzzle into his palm.