Marlee & Niran by J&C entangled Via Flickr: Mirwen/ Rendia comparison
I’ve been wondering if they’re really that much alike. When Fairyland released the Rendia sculpt a lot of people compared her with Mirwen, but I actually think they’re quite different.
They could be sisters though :)
Finally, the fic I promised that anon ages ago is finished (it’s not even that long, I’m sorry, school just got in the way).
They requested: “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.” I hope they weren’t expecting this to go a sexual route because I took this in an entirely different, but still cute (hopefully) direction.
I tried a quick write for @froggyflan ;~; I said I was gonna write them a fic, and here it is. It’s not what it could be but I tried! Hope it doesn’t suck.
What’s he doing…? Mako thought. That was a fishing boat, and this fish was swimming right up to it. Was he dumb? Probably. Maybe he got shook around too much. He certainly looked like it. Stupid merman had some torn up gangly tail and some sickly green color. Scars littered up and down his tail as well as on his more human looking back and arm. He had what looked like a fishing hook lodged in his fin and ridiculously enough, a plastic can holder managed to get itself stuck on his tail years ago. It’s been there as long as anyone could remember. Among the mer-people in the sea, he’d been affectionately given the nickname Junkfish…
Genesis looked like he was made of parchment, skin translucent,
veins inked green along his face and jaw. He did not scream. He had no voice.
Pain gripped him at intervals and wracked him on the bed.
Sephiroth stared down at him, wordless. “You’ll get used to
it,” he said. “They don’t tell you it’s like this when you sign on, but you do
get used to it. Eventually.” Genesis’s eyes flared, the color of refined mako.
He gripped the bedframe as the spasm took hold.
“Don’t grind your teeth, it’s bad for you,” Sephiroth said. “Causes
jaw pain.” The new mako eyes were rolling almost all the way back in Genesis’s
head. There was nothing to do now but to wait it out, and Genesis had all the
expert attention he needed for that. Sephiroth turned to go.
Something gripped his hand, pincer-like and trembling. He
looked down, testing the strength of the grip, then looked back at Genesis with
something like approval. “You will be fine.”
“Stay,” came the whisper. Sephiroth frowned. “Stay,” Genesis
said again, nails digging through the thin leather of Sephiroth’s gloves. That
bite stayed with Sephiroth, years later, when Genesis refused to stay for him.