Rosetint my world.
5 June 2012 @ 2:27 PM

“Mummy, Mummy, Mummy!” In the most jubilant of wake-up cries, the six year old Cetra intruded upon her mother’s domain, pint-sized limbs coming together in perfect unison as they clambered upon onto the Shin-ra issued bedspread and bounced in a cheerful greeting. It wasn’t every day that she was permitted to wake her mother on such terms, but with Tseng as her dutiful minder for the time being, who was the Wutaian to have resisted her insistent smile and demanding charms? She didn’t get to spend nearly enough time with Ifalna these days and it was a situation that Aerith whole heartedly wanted to remedy.

Continuing to bounce up and down beside the mother-shaped lump shrouded by sheets, unruly curls of rich chestnut bobbed up and down with each motion, pleading squeals of delight parting her rosy lips as she muddled on, before finally toppling right over onto her tiny tush and wriggling in beside her favourite person in the whole wide world. “It’s me Mummy! I’ve come to say Gooooood Mooooooorning.” Drawing out her syllables in a slurred but highly endearing fashion, bright eyes continued to blink in the half light as her short but slender arms curled around her mother’s middle.

Maybe today they could go on an adventure! Or bake cookies! Or draw pictures! The possibilities were truly only limited by the ancient tot’s imagination and her mother’s state of alertness this early in the morning, but such things didn’t seem to matter to Aerith. She was happy enough to simply be with her mother instead of cooped up in a sterile prison again. Settling down somewhat from her hyperactive state of excitement, onto her back the troublesome youth rolled, tiny toes wiggling against the sheets as she huffed out in half-hearted boredom. “Mummy…it really is time to wakey-wake up.”

11 years ago
21 December 2011 @ 10:13 PM

chosenbytheplanet:

The young boy paid special attention to the dainty Cetran as she explained her riff on her magic. Disregarding her presence would be a mistake, he does not see many others who are younger in his age. It made him quite content that he was able to encounter others who were not Shinra employees or personnel despite the girl’s age. He did not have friends…aside from Professor Gast Faremis, a professor who was able to give him a taste of what father-like affection should be like. 


…he has not seen him as of late…

Aside from not seeing Dr. Gast, Sephiroth usually spent his time hiding from his actual father in dark obscure corners within the Headquarters. To pass the time, he would read or pray to his mother which were one of the few things that would lower his anxiety. He knew that there were other children within the department….but he…never wished to see them….would they want to spend time with the primary and perfected experiment of the calamity? Sephiroth at this time, is not aware that his cells were fused with an extraterrestrial force that threatens the Planet…..all he knows….is that his mother died at childbirth and that she often contacts him through the after-life of the Planet.  

Anyway, Sephiroth was unsure of who “Mr. Tseng” and ” Ru-Ru” (guessing Rufus Shinra), only implying that they were the other children of the department untainted from his Father’s experiments. For now, this girl was willing to stand-by and familiarize herself with the angsty teenager.

” Would you like to go exploring…this place is awfully dark….and there is no one here to entertain with your magic.

He suggested to the 6 year old girl. Sephiroth knew that he had another appointment with his father in one of the other laboratories. He did not wish to see him or enter that room so playing with the tot will reasonably occupy the one winged angel. Also, it was a guilty pleasure to press Dr. Hojo’s buttons and tick him off despite the harsh consequences.

Aerith couldn’t say she blamed the silver haired boy’s logic. She too tended to keep to a select set of company when given the choice, but her mother had always told her it was rude to not extend the hand of friendship. She didn’t really have friends of her own. Mr.Tseng was a Turk and her assigned protector while her mother was exploited and picked apart in the name of science. He was barely an adult himself, but he was still too old for the child to really welcome him wholly into her world of make-believe. Rufus, on the other hand was only a little older than herself, and had his temperament been less towards squealing and throwing tantrums when things weren’t to his liking, perhaps the little girl would’ve been able to call him a friend too. 

She had her bunny though. A threadbare, bedraggled thing, but the stuffed animal was her closest confidant in times of trouble. She didn’t have a father, at least not one that she’d ever met. He’d died just after she was born and while she may not have remembered him by sight, she could still vaguely recall the twitch of a ticklish moustache as he’d coddled her infant self. If all father’s were like Mr.Hojo though, she highly doubted she wanted one. The scientist scared her, his moods were so changeable they left her in utter confusion. Sometimes he screamed and shouted…others, he let her weave daisies into his shoes while patting her affectionately on the head. Perhaps she was just a pet, another experiment like her mother, existing solely to be engineered and nurtured into a set role that went against nature. 

That of course, was all a little beyond the six year old’s true level of comprehension, and she was glad therefore when Sephiroth made his gentle suggestion and interrupted her chain of thought. “You’re here though! I can entertain you.” She beamed brightly, instinctively sneaking forwards to tug upon the older boy’s sleeve in a quiet request to hold his hand while they went on a grand expedition. “We can go explo-loring upstairs if you like. It’s not dark and scary up there!”

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20 December 2011 @ 7:10 PM

chosenbytheplanet:

A microscopic curl in the corner of his lifeless lips formed.Just let it happen. He craved it. He would have liked to feel the warm embrace of his lip spread across his face. Something convinced him otherwise…he suppressed the full potential of his smile to a minimum.

This girl had so much light. It could possibly guide his way from his dark quarantine. She could possibly teach him how to turn his despair into magic.
Sunlight of the Abyss. 

Sephiroth observed the blissful child’s attempt to dictate his name once more. “Sephiroth” was a definite mouthful for a child her age. He predicted that she favored the shortened entitlement of “Sephy” instead. He would have preferred for her to call him that anyway. He was not one to like his name.  ”Sephiroth” could possibly annotate a fallen angel-Good vs. Bad…..Purity against Evil….god and the devil? His daily lessons did help him try to understand the meaning of his name…but for now…he could not grasp the right allusion for it.

Paying attention to the amiable child, “Mr. Sephy” nodded; returning the gesture for the girl. He stood back up onto his feet, towering over the petite Cetran. 

“So please tell me, what is this magic, you speak of?”

He was intrigued by the symbolism of the glittery confetti. 
 

He didn’t have to be a fallen angel. He could just be an angel that toppled over one day and needed a little help getting back up. Watching the faintest flicker of a smile almost weave it’s way onto her new companion’s face, the winged girl bounced on the spot as she tugged at her costume, suddenly hell bent on casting her magical spell to make sure he always smiled, or at least looked like somebody loved him. 

Nobody should ever look sad, she’d decided. “It’s not really magic.” She told him matter-of-factly as if it were a closely guarded secret he had yet to discover, Aerith loved make-believe, the entire possibility of escape from the prison of Shinra seemed so perfect it was a pleasant enough ideal to lose herself in. Reality still needed recognition though. It was with two feet firmly grounded that she and her mother had even managed to survive this long. Tuning out the bad and embracing the good. That’s what this was all about. 

“I’m trying to make things sparkly so they’re pretty and make people smile.” The tiny tot admitted finally as she twirled again and waved her wand at the taller boy, scattering glitter across his shoes as if it truly were the fabled pixie dust that could rescue them all and steal them away to Neverland. “Mr.Tseng usually helps, but he’s busy today. I think Ru-Ru is poorly again." 

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18 December 2011 @ 4:59 PM

chosenbytheplanet:

The innocence this young girl expressed left a hopeful impression on the teenager. Maybe…not exactly an impression more so he wish he was not so relunctant to be sanguine. An opportunity to not feel worried or stressed…agony free…
Was this girl not poked and prawned at all the time? 
His father often picks and samples any creature he could lay his calamitous hands on despite that Sephiroth was Hojo’s primary work of art. Hojo gave his son no reason to smile…
It would have been nice to feel and have unconditional love…
This girl definitely has it…
Otherwise, she would not be prancing around singing about magic and throwing glitter.

 
Sephiroth tucked his short silver hair away from his face as he watched the 6 year old Cetran attempt to pronounce his name.

” Sephiroth…though, Seph or Sephy might be easier…”

he suggested. He held out his hand to gesture a proper introduction.

” Its a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Aerith.”  

Innocence was relative. The tiny tot had stopped being untainted a long time ago, but that didn’t mean she’d lost any of her youthful exuberance. Poked, prodded, bruised and tested, she’d always found a way to smile in the end. Her mother was enduring worse, yet still found the time to cuddle her daughter close and soothe whatever pain she had. Granted at times it scared Aerith, she was still very much an infant in this grand world, but for what she lacked in knowledge, she made up for with naive and idyllic wisdom.

There would always be good with the bad. Take Sephiroth for example. Here he was hiding amidst what could easily be described as a proverbial torture chamber. She wouldn’t have expected to stumble into a friend down here, or into someone nearer her own age, but fate had allowed it. It was just a matter of perspective. He was today’s rose amidst a sea of weeds. Taking hold of the extended hand, cautiously the little girl shook it as her mouth took form to try and repeat the helpful suggestion.

“Se-phee-roth.” She enunciated with intense concentration, her nose crinkling up in affectionate disdain at the fact that it still wasn’t entirely accurate. “Sephy.” She settled for with a happy smile as her knees bent and she bobbed down into an unnecessary curtsey in honour of finally meeting the silver haired boy. “That’s a pretty name. It’s nice to meet you too, Mr.Sephy!”

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17 December 2011 @ 1:46 AM

chosenbytheplanet:

The young super soldier locked his dull green feline-esque eyes with her radiant green irises. He stepped back further into the abysmal corner of his hiding spot until he realized that all she wanted to do was play. Her huge emerald eyes and enthusiastic smile may have softened shy Sephiroth to ease into her summoning.

“Too late, she’s spotted you… ”

he sighed once more. He wiped the remaining tears away from his face to finally approach the petite Cetran and experience her optimistic light. 

” Are you now? Good fairies do not explore alone…”

he advised her. He knelt down beside her to match height with her.

” Please tell me, what is your name…?”

Sephiroth knew her name…but he just wanted to assure himself. Not many 6 year olds linger around Shinra Headquarters blabbering about magic.

Standing motionless as Sephiroth crept into the half-light, the tiny terror couldn’t help but look puzzled at the older boy. He was down here all alone, without a parent or a friend, or even something to cuddle like a teddy or a stuffed rabbit. It was all so foreign to the little girl, her eyes bright with concern as she held out her hand, bending lower with a dainty curtsey as she pouted at the boy that looked so undeniably troubled. “I’m a mostly good fairy then!”

Aerith beamed, cheerfully offering all of her happiness and joy to the boy as if it would somehow plaster a smile across his face. She’d never seen anyone look quite so sad, and she didn’t like it. Everyone needed to be happy, that was what her magic was for. Shuffling almost sheepishly as the platinum haired boy dropped to her level, the Cetra glanced briefly to her toes as she rocked back and forth on her heels. “My name’s Aerith. Are you…Seph-Sephh-Sephhhee…”

With a tense sense of concentration, the little girl tripped over her words, trying desperately to sound out the name her mother had uttered in her conversations with Mr.Hojo.  He was a prodigy just like her, a child of promise destined for great things. She didn’t know what a prodigy was of course, but she thought it must be something worthwhile. Maybe it was part of his name? She really didn’t know. All she knew was that her fairy magic and tossing of glitter had brought this boy into her path.

Maybe they could even be friends…

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17 December 2011 @ 12:12 AM

chosenbytheplanet:

...sniff….cough…sniff…sigh…

Soft piano sobbs resonated from within the dark room. Sephiroth, probably no older than 14 years of age, cradled himself in one of the darkest niches of the room. His father wished to conduct more testing onto his experimental son…instead…the young Jenova incarnation decided to conceal himself within the darkest parts of the lab. He felt safe within the shadows…there he felt he could pray and connect with the one who he considered his mother. No more training…no more needles…no more testing…he wished to run-a-way…however, Turks or Shinra MPs were always able to find and escort him back.

Mom….I wish you were here with me….”

he begged in his desperate low tenor tone. His voice would often crack due to hot tears that would crawl down his face. 

The pressurized air within the room released as he heard the staccato clacking of shoes. The tempo of the stride was inconsistent and short.
“….I brought magic!”
The child’s timbre of her voice pierce against the other low humming frequencies of the room. The silver-haired teenager held his breath…
“Who…is that? Professor…Gast’s daughter? Father speaks about her often,” the young experiment thought aloud. He stood back onto his feet…
Sephiroth peeked around a chamber only to see the small glints of light trail behind the petite brunette. 
“Why is she alone??” He thought again…
 

Alone.

It was becoming the word of the week, these days. Sometimes it was of her own making, and others, it was simply because she wasn’t considered a number one priority. Her mother was here within Shinra’s walls, so even without Mr.Tseng’s watchful gaze, where could she possibly go without her guardian and loving protector? It was one of the reasons Aerith craved adventure so much. Obedience was ingrained into her, she was engineered solely to abide by the orders of those older than her, but it didn’t stop mischief from arising every once in a while.

When nobody was looking, shrouded by the blanket of secrecy, the curious little girl could seek out new world and civilisations in an entirely engineered universe. She could make her own friends, her own toys, her entire landscape was constructed through make-believe when given the right provocation. Anything was better than reliving the look of anguish on her mother’s face when she’d walked into a surgical hell. Fairies and magic. That’s what she needed, a chance to rely on something so pure and unbelievable, that it could perhaps whisk her away from this horrible land to a place where fairytales came true.

Dragging her feet until her shoes merely scuffed along the floor, dainty buckles glistened as she raised her wand, twirling in the dark as shower upon shower of glitter specks tumbled to the ground. She closed her eyes then, wishing so very hard for her mother to appear from nowhere and whisk her off her tiny feet. “…Mummy?” She wished out loud in earnest as she stopped with a slight stumble, dizziness outweighing her fairytale attempt at flight as she flicked one eye open, peering through the darkness to spot another set of gleaming eyes.

“Hello…” She tried again, creeping towards the hiding Sephiroth with a sense of naive optimism. “…you don’t need to hide. I’m a good fairy! I only do nice things.”

12 years ago via chosenbytheplanet-blog (originally princessofpetals-blog)
16 December 2011 @ 11:10 PM

Click-clack. Click-clack. Click-clack.

One by one the spritely girl’s skipping footsteps sounded down the corridor, her shiny new shoes clicking almost incessantly as she twirled in awe, genially searching for a playmate with whom she could grant her wishes. This time of year had always amazed the pint-sized princess. The trees, the lights, the countless stories that didn’t make any sense… It was a time of magic and hope. A chance to right all of the world’s wrongs and transform them into something quintessentially perfect. Everyone smiled more as December rolled along, the sorcery of the season never failing to ignite that spark of festivity.

Or at least, that was how Aerith had perceived the situation. Perhaps if she’d been more observant she would have noted the continued drinking of special-grown-up-juice had become more frequent, but such things didn’t fit into her perfect equation. It was always a fairy’s handiwork, or in her case an angel’s. Dressed in a pristine white dress, wings concocted entirely of silvery tissue paper and wire fluttered behind her,  as her tinsel halo dropped steadily into her eyes. Skipping and squealing, the Cetra had bounced on her way, her glistening wand (that looked suspiciously looked like a wooden spoon covered in glitter but clearly wasn’t) waggling enticingly at every soul she happened to meet.

“Happy Wintermas!” She declared enthusiastically as she followed the corridor along, her jubilant steps never once faltering even as she ambled down towards the laboratories. Her mother would be down there once again, she presumed, probably talking silly grown-up nonsense with Mr.Hojo, but to her surprise, the doors that had once welcomed her with precise ease…now remained the simple gateway to a world of silence and confusion. Pushing through the heavy fire doors with a breathless huff, the young Miss Aerith pulled a face as she wandered through the dark and deserted room, her wand leaving a trail of sparkling glitter as she fumbled along with cautious steps.

“Hello…Mummy? Mr.Hoju-ju? Anybody? I brought magic…”

12 years ago
2 December 2011 @ 11:47 PM


He’d been minding his own business when it happened, his attention fully captured by a particularly enticing genome. She wasn’t supposed to be down there. Sweet Gaia, nobody was supposed to be down there save of course for Ifalna’s sporadic appearances which either led to culinary sustenance or the sating of another appetite entirely. His assistants were cretins, and anyone else that dared to encroach on his inner sanctum either had to be dead, dying, or exceptionally interesting. Yet despite all of this, somehow the tiny tot had infiltrated Professor Hojo’s lair and proceeded to do the most horrifying thing imaginable.

She was hugging him.

Or more specifically, she was cuddling his leg, since that’s all the pint sized princess could actually reach. Turning from the anomaly poised beneath his microscope, cautiously he peered down at the child and shook his leg, hoping to dissuade the girl from latching on for very much longer. He’d had enough experience of children in his lifetime to realise they were almost entirely parasitic, and as he was unable to experiment on this little hellion, the entire appeal of her company was somewhat non-existent.

“Miss Aerith.” He said her name finally, his hand forcefully patting her head as if she were some kind of dog. “Down, sit.” He followed the chain of thought through precisely, his features doing their best to remain placid as he grimaced inwardly. Where was Tseng? Or even Ifalna? How had she got the keycode to get down here? Why was he alone with a small child? Why hadn’t she let go yet?! All these questions and many more raced through his mind as he slipped a ruler between his leg and the Cetra, prising her off with perhaps less delicacy than was necessary. “May I help you with something?”

“I want to plaaaaaaaaaay!” Aerith whined as she was forcibly removed, her tiny tush colliding with the laboratory floor in the hasty series of movements. Gazing upwards at the scientist, stubby fingers opened and closed in a grabby motion; her lip jutting out pleadingly as she assumed the dreaded tantrum position. She’d always been a well behaved child, an obedient bundle of fluff and joy, but it didn’t always get her anywhere, and Ru-Ru seemed to have far more luck by rolling around on the floor screaming.

Not that this seemed particularly comfortable down here. Decked out in miniature dungarees, the brown haired girl gazed up to Mr.Hojo with a hopeful gurgle. “Please Mr.Hoju-ju. I want to play a game!” She wasn’t completely without manners or self restraint, but the lack of a feasible response was most certainly starting to conjure alarm bells in her pretty little head. Why wouldn’t anyone play with her? Was it because she was a smelly girl, like Sephiroth had said? Discreetly sniffing at her soap scented self just to make sure, Aerith waited.

Why him? Why now? The Professor massaged his temple, eyeing the limpet-esque girl with all of the charm he could muster. She was too young to be completely brutal, and those eyes…those eyes demanding things of him would one day be his downfall. She was just like her mother, and already she was hell bent on digging her little half-moon nails into him to bleed him dry. “I’m afraid I have work to do….” He stated flatly, an apologetic pat to her head following shortly afterwards. “…but, as you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll share my special magic box with you. Today it’s a rocket ship, venturing all of the way to the moon.”

Removing a vast array of paper towels from the nearest cardboard box, with a sinister grin he dropped it on the young girl’s head, plunging her into abject darkness with only her feet on show. Perhaps it was cruel, but the unfazed youth seemed positively elated. Shrieking out her thanks, off the box on legs had toddled, thunking repeatedly into walls and tables as she manoeuvred around the foreign space. “The road to the moon is very bumpy Mr.Hoju-ju!” Eagerly, the tot declared from beneath her cardboard shroud, the Professor’s attention already focusing once more on his microscope as his foot guided her on her way.

“Why yes, my dear girl, it is bumpy. Just be sure you hold on tight and don’t leave the ship for a good six hours, as I’m afraid there’s not enough oxygen where you’re going.” Masking a small chuckle with a cough, the satisfied scientist smirked. Ah to be young and completely corruptable naive again…

12 years ago
28 November 2011 @ 11:39 PM

Don’t get it dirty; Ifalna had said, as she smoothed down the crisp folds of her daughter’s new dress. Keep it clean and pretty. The words in themselves were testing fate, for no matter how hard the tiny tot tried to keep her new garb clean, she would almost certainly be running around daubed from head to toe in mud by the time the sun made it’s unavoidable descent. Twirling briefly in her new found attire, the wind caught beneath her skirt and spanned it out, like a meticulously crafted spinning top, rising and falling with Aerith’s jubilant bobs.

She liked the emblazoned bunny rabbit the most, she decided. It’s fluffy applique tickled her fingers whenever she dared to touch it, the happy creature never failing to raise a giggle from her lips. She wasn’t allowed a pet, but this dress was just as good, and it didn’t need feeding or make poopie messes everywhere! She wanted to show Rufus, to let him see for himself that she had nice things too, but he was still with Mr.Reeve, dealing with lessons and chores like a good little boy.

In a few years, she’d be having lessons too, but for now she was much too young and her education came only from games and forged friendships. Skipping gleefully along, dainty buckled shoes clicked along the floor in her travels, her fingers curling beneath the fabric of her skirt to lift it up excitedly at every passing person and showcase the neatly stitched on bunny tail Ifalna had so foolishly gifted her with. Playing dress up was one thing, flashing her knickers to unsuspecting Shinra employees was entirely another.

Not that the bemused expressions and mild mannered snickering had phased the young girl at all, why…even now as she toddled up to Mr.Tseng, she was completely oblivious and preparing for an encore. “Mr.Tseng, Mr.Tseng, I’m a bunny today!” She’d told him proudly as she turned around, hitching up that skirt and wiggling her bum to shake that tiny fluffy tail like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The Turk merely blinked in response, his lips curving ever so slightly as a hand inconspicuously reached forwards to reacquaint his charge with the concept of modesty. “…and a very nice tail it is too Miss.Aerith, but it’s something you should only show to very special people.” He reasoned softly, unsure of how to explain the implications to such a young spirit.

“But you’re special!” The Cetra declared boldly, emerald eyes peering past her minder to the intimidating form of Mr.Shinra heading their way. “So is Ru-Ru’s dad! Hello Mr.Shinny-rar.” Fingers tucking once more into the lacy hem, up her skirt went again, waving madly at the elder man until something black and heavy dropped from the heavens and onto her head, to conceal her from view. Was it a cloud? Had a cloud fallen from the sky? No. This was only Tseng’s jacket, warm and cosy, while the owner himself was doing his best to avoid a very long winded lecture from his superior about a child with an exhibitionist complex.

“Sir.” He greeted formally, waiting for the gentleman to walk past before he rescued the mischievous princess, scooping her up and seeking out that little confused face he adored so dearly. “I think that’s enough tail wiggling for one day Miss Aerith, let’s go and find Mr.Reeve instead shall we? I hear he’s part cat…”

12 years ago
28 November 2011 @ 3:27 PM
“Mush Tseng, Mush!”
One day, I’d like a Turk to play horsey-rides with…

“Mush Tseng, Mush!”

One day, I’d like a Turk to play horsey-rides with

12 years ago