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Title: Heavensent
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sphinxofthenile 
Fandom: FFVII
Pairing: Tseng/Reno
Rating: PG-13
Warning: dark imagery
Summary: Together, they were on the right side of wrong.
A/N: Inspired by the song 'Heavensent' by Cinema Bizarre.


I lie on the rough concrete, my red locks plastered to my face by cold sweat. Soon, it’ll soak in something else too…
The knife hovers over the forcefully revealed skin of my stomach, just a second and it cuts through soft tissue with an ease no one expects before doing it for the first time.
Well, I didn’t.
But the thirsty blade never tastes my blood.
Heavy footsteps approach in the dark alleyway and a man appears from the shadows.
Beautiful, like an angel. Long, black hair, almond-shaped, obsidian eyes.
Navy suit.
For them, a Turk.
For me, heavensent.
I drape one arm over my eyes while I pull his thin body close to my still heaving chest with the other, treasuring the breaths tickling my ear, the touch of warm skin under my fingers.
Every time we are together like this, he saves a little part of me that would die otherwise by the end of the day.
Just like a guardian angel, he’s always just there.
To comfort. To heal. To redeem.
For others, he might not be anything else, but a Turk, expendable, replaceable, but I know he is so much more than that.
He’s heavensent.