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dreamer_ryoko) wrote2009-08-22 02:46 pm
dreamer_ryoko) wrote2009-08-22 02:46 pm
Entry tags:
YuuDai Mood Theme WIP, Drabble + Art [My Dear Prince], Comic, FFVII Icons
Might as well post a link to my mood theme pictures so far. Slowly but surely, I'll get it done.
First off, a fic and the accompanying art. This occurs soon after this, either the same day or a day or two later.
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The CEO of ECLIPSE leaned back in his chair, having just finished reading and signing the proposal lying on his desk. Standing behind him near the window was a young man with strangely colored eyes, his gaze upon the foggy mountains in the distance. To any onlooker, it might appear as if the younger was the personal bodyguard of the dark-haired man, wearing the typical uniform of the company's security with his weapons attached to his belt.
That was far from the truth.
Zekarion turned his head slightly to look at his prisoner, then slowly turned his chair around, facing him. A hand was over his mouth as he observed the other, staring at him for a moment more before speaking.
"What are you looking at?"
Shinju nearly jumped, and his breath caught in his throat before turning to the man addressing him. He recovered quickly, and Zekarion could see different emotions flash in his expression. Fear. Worry. Betrayal. Anger. Defiance.
He was going to have fun breaking his prisoner, he thought.
The young man's gaze fell to the floor, his voice quiet, as if trying to cover up any wavering. "N-nothing. Just outside." The older one stared at him a moment more--he could tell he was making Gouka uncomfortable--before he stood and walked calmly over to the window, close to the corner his "guard" was in. Perhaps a little... too close.
Shinju tensed up and tried to lean away from his so-called benefactor. He reached up to touch the hidden scar on his right arm as the other rested his arm on the wall behind the younger one, leaning close as if to look out the window. Though his eyes lingered on the city for a second, his gaze soon drifted to the one in front of him.
"Tell me. What would you do if I let you out there..." Zekarion paused for a short moment, deciding against referring to the other by his name--no, that was far too plain, too empty. The young man belonged to him now; his name didn't matter anymore. Perhaps... something like this would be appropriate.
"...my dear prince?"
His "prince" furrowed his eyebrows, still looking outside to avoid making eye contact. "D-dear... prince?" he questioned, looking uncomfortable with his new nickname.
"That's right. I thought of it just now... do you like it? It's fitting, considering both your parents' status and my own, isn't it?" The pyrokinetic gave him a innocently curious look despite the fact that he was facing away. The question went unanswered, assumed by both to be rhetorical; it didn't make any difference what he thought of it. However, after a pause, Shinju began to answer the first question.
"I... I don't know. I haven't thought about it," he replied quietly, now looking out the window with yearning. Zekarion smiled, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied his prisoner's features like he was a finely crafted doll.
"Is that so?" he asked slyly, the volume of his voice lowering. "Why don't you give it some thought, hmm? I'm curious to know." Shinju continued to look out the window for a few moments, before his expression changed to show realization, almost despair.
"It doesn't matter either way, though, right? You're not... you're not going to let me go out there," he asked, already knowing the answer; his words held sort of a pleading tone. Zekarion's cruel smile widened as he leaned closer to his prince's ear.
"Just think about it," he said, the low tone of his voice sending a chill down Shinju's spine.
The CEO turned to exit his office, leaving the young man to fall to his knees. Overwhelmed with helplessness, he put his head in his hands as he started to shake.
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Now, short comic featuring Haruken and Shinju.
And a few icons.
Icons made from this comic on DeviantArt. Credit![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dreamer_ryoko if you want, feel free to edit to your hearts content, etc.
First off, a fic and the accompanying art. This occurs soon after this, either the same day or a day or two later.
The CEO of ECLIPSE leaned back in his chair, having just finished reading and signing the proposal lying on his desk. Standing behind him near the window was a young man with strangely colored eyes, his gaze upon the foggy mountains in the distance. To any onlooker, it might appear as if the younger was the personal bodyguard of the dark-haired man, wearing the typical uniform of the company's security with his weapons attached to his belt.
That was far from the truth.
Zekarion turned his head slightly to look at his prisoner, then slowly turned his chair around, facing him. A hand was over his mouth as he observed the other, staring at him for a moment more before speaking.
"What are you looking at?"
Shinju nearly jumped, and his breath caught in his throat before turning to the man addressing him. He recovered quickly, and Zekarion could see different emotions flash in his expression. Fear. Worry. Betrayal. Anger. Defiance.
He was going to have fun breaking his prisoner, he thought.
The young man's gaze fell to the floor, his voice quiet, as if trying to cover up any wavering. "N-nothing. Just outside." The older one stared at him a moment more--he could tell he was making Gouka uncomfortable--before he stood and walked calmly over to the window, close to the corner his "guard" was in. Perhaps a little... too close.
Shinju tensed up and tried to lean away from his so-called benefactor. He reached up to touch the hidden scar on his right arm as the other rested his arm on the wall behind the younger one, leaning close as if to look out the window. Though his eyes lingered on the city for a second, his gaze soon drifted to the one in front of him.
"Tell me. What would you do if I let you out there..." Zekarion paused for a short moment, deciding against referring to the other by his name--no, that was far too plain, too empty. The young man belonged to him now; his name didn't matter anymore. Perhaps... something like this would be appropriate.
"...my dear prince?"
His "prince" furrowed his eyebrows, still looking outside to avoid making eye contact. "D-dear... prince?" he questioned, looking uncomfortable with his new nickname.
"That's right. I thought of it just now... do you like it? It's fitting, considering both your parents' status and my own, isn't it?" The pyrokinetic gave him a innocently curious look despite the fact that he was facing away. The question went unanswered, assumed by both to be rhetorical; it didn't make any difference what he thought of it. However, after a pause, Shinju began to answer the first question.
"I... I don't know. I haven't thought about it," he replied quietly, now looking out the window with yearning. Zekarion smiled, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied his prisoner's features like he was a finely crafted doll.
"Is that so?" he asked slyly, the volume of his voice lowering. "Why don't you give it some thought, hmm? I'm curious to know." Shinju continued to look out the window for a few moments, before his expression changed to show realization, almost despair.
"It doesn't matter either way, though, right? You're not... you're not going to let me go out there," he asked, already knowing the answer; his words held sort of a pleading tone. Zekarion's cruel smile widened as he leaned closer to his prince's ear.
"Just think about it," he said, the low tone of his voice sending a chill down Shinju's spine.
The CEO turned to exit his office, leaving the young man to fall to his knees. Overwhelmed with helplessness, he put his head in his hands as he started to shake.
Now, short comic featuring Haruken and Shinju.
And a few icons.
Icons made from this comic on DeviantArt. Credit
dreamer_ryoko if you want, feel free to edit to your hearts content, etc.