Literature
Threat -FFVII Fic-
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Crimson coloured eyes snapped open, the cold feeling of steel greeting his sense of touch as it rested against the temple of his head. The smell of oil, metal, and gunpowder roused his consciousness as they took a waking breath. The taste of copper lingered against his tongue; thick, metallic. The blur of colours swept over his vision; dark corners, blended with red, gold, blue, white, and silver hues bled in indishtinguishable patterns as their eyes swam. Soft, calm, slow paced whisps of air swept past his ears, the sound deafening to the bidded silence.
Pale skin, wrapping and covering over tendons, muscles, cartilidge, bone... Swe