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Title: find the sky
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Siegfried Schtauffen, Raphael Sorel
Rating: G
Words: 515
Summary: SCII, Siegfried and help from unexpected quarters.
Notes: something that was kinda-sorta written in conjunction with this fic. it is still terribly rough andjust terrible outright not proof-read - i might polish it later. or not. i think i liked this idea more in my head.
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Siegfried tried to warn them, the people who would challenge Nightmare; though he had long ago lost use of his body, his soul was not completely lost, and he fought against his possessor as best he could. He was never able to reclaim his body fully, but he could contain that cruel power (if only for a moment) - staying Nightmare's killing stroke, slowing his murderous charge.
Not that it changed anything, in the end. Nightmare's challengers met their ends in the same way - cowering in terror at the Azure Knight's feet, helpless to act - and none noticing the minute pause in the brutal assault, or the faint flicker of humanity in the crimson eyes.
Siegfried knew he should not blame them for their fear, or their inability to see the man he once was. But he could not help but feel a tinge of bitterness each time he looked into another victim's eyes, and saw only Nightmare's gaze reflected back at him.
The sword, of course, found this especially amusing.
How pathetic, Nightmare would whisper as another unfortunate fighter's blood splashed warm on his hands. Do you truly believe one of these pitiful humans will save you?
No, Siegfried thought, I only want someone to know who I truly am.
I am who you truly are, what you dreamed of becoming. The man you were is no more.
Siegfried screamed in his head no, never no, you are not what I am - but even he could not hear his cries, or find himself in Nightmare's reflection. He sought the light, but he was blind in the darkness that shrouded his soul and twisted his body into something monstrous and cruel.
As he sank deeper into the darkness he heard other voices he thought he'd buried, whispers that told him he was not to blame for this, just as he was not to blame for his murdered father. You are a good person,, he heard, and could not cause such misery. Let this Nightmare run its course: what he does is on his hands, not yours.
The whispers were sweet, drowning out the cries of the dying and Soul Edge's mocking laughter; but Siegfried resisted them too, because it was that comforting cacophany that had led to this waking dream in the first place.
And there he stayed, teetering on the precipice of both death and madness, clinging desperately to the memory of a man named Siegfried Schtauffen, seeking some trace of his humanity in the eyes of those who would slay him (he never found it).
Until one man - alone, armorless, with eyes as blue as the sky - approached Nightmare, and did not quail in fear at the sight. He looked into the crimson eyes, past them, and Siegfried's dormant soul stirred in the darkness.
The man raised his sword in challenge - not to Nightmare, but to Siegfried - and seeing himself, not Soul Edge, reflected in the blue eyes, Siegfried's soul reached out to meet him.
Fandom: Soulcalibur
Characters: Siegfried Schtauffen, Raphael Sorel
Rating: G
Words: 515
Summary: SCII, Siegfried and help from unexpected quarters.
Notes: something that was kinda-sorta written in conjunction with this fic. it is still terribly rough and
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Siegfried tried to warn them, the people who would challenge Nightmare; though he had long ago lost use of his body, his soul was not completely lost, and he fought against his possessor as best he could. He was never able to reclaim his body fully, but he could contain that cruel power (if only for a moment) - staying Nightmare's killing stroke, slowing his murderous charge.
Not that it changed anything, in the end. Nightmare's challengers met their ends in the same way - cowering in terror at the Azure Knight's feet, helpless to act - and none noticing the minute pause in the brutal assault, or the faint flicker of humanity in the crimson eyes.
Siegfried knew he should not blame them for their fear, or their inability to see the man he once was. But he could not help but feel a tinge of bitterness each time he looked into another victim's eyes, and saw only Nightmare's gaze reflected back at him.
The sword, of course, found this especially amusing.
How pathetic, Nightmare would whisper as another unfortunate fighter's blood splashed warm on his hands. Do you truly believe one of these pitiful humans will save you?
No, Siegfried thought, I only want someone to know who I truly am.
I am who you truly are, what you dreamed of becoming. The man you were is no more.
Siegfried screamed in his head no, never no, you are not what I am - but even he could not hear his cries, or find himself in Nightmare's reflection. He sought the light, but he was blind in the darkness that shrouded his soul and twisted his body into something monstrous and cruel.
As he sank deeper into the darkness he heard other voices he thought he'd buried, whispers that told him he was not to blame for this, just as he was not to blame for his murdered father. You are a good person,, he heard, and could not cause such misery. Let this Nightmare run its course: what he does is on his hands, not yours.
The whispers were sweet, drowning out the cries of the dying and Soul Edge's mocking laughter; but Siegfried resisted them too, because it was that comforting cacophany that had led to this waking dream in the first place.
And there he stayed, teetering on the precipice of both death and madness, clinging desperately to the memory of a man named Siegfried Schtauffen, seeking some trace of his humanity in the eyes of those who would slay him (he never found it).
Until one man - alone, armorless, with eyes as blue as the sky - approached Nightmare, and did not quail in fear at the sight. He looked into the crimson eyes, past them, and Siegfried's dormant soul stirred in the darkness.
The man raised his sword in challenge - not to Nightmare, but to Siegfried - and seeing himself, not Soul Edge, reflected in the blue eyes, Siegfried's soul reached out to meet him.
