Highwind

FFVII by Princess Artemis, 2006
A collection of 50 sentences for the LJ community 1character

Blend
Damned tea was decaf...damnit, damnit, damnit!

Stain
Stained and stained and stained again, with smoke, with grease, with bitterness.

Island
Why in the hell had they listened to Yuffie and taken his poor injured plane to the thrice-damned Wutai?

Apple
Shera didn't know it, and neither did Cid, but in his eyes she was more to him than the stars.

Paper
It was just marks, drawings on a sheet now, but someday the Highwind would fly and never land.

Relax
Laying across one of the sloped wings of the Tiny Bronco with a good smoke and nothing but blue sky above; nothing better.

Leaves
Shit, Shera was experimenting with the tea leaves again...but come to think of it, he shouldn't complain; she had yet to fuck up a tea leave experiment...

Proof
There's nothing quite like having an oxygen tank blow up in your face and threaten to pin you down until you become one with Meteor to make you see how many shades of dumbass you are.

Ugly
Vincent said one day on Gaia's Cliff that his behavior toward Shera was appalling; he just laughed it off, but secretly hated the observation.

Book
Cid knew that Shera couldn't read a book at night without staying up to finish it, but a few pages would put him right out...then again, he could sleep any time, anywhere.

Brood
Sometimes Cid wondered if he was the only one of these numbskulls that didn't have perpetual rain clouds over his head; Vincent was the unchallenged king, but Tifa was a damn good brooder even if she didn't realize it.

Mesh
It surprised him how well he got along with the soft-spoken, sad, self-proclaimed inhuman.

Soft
What in the hell did any of them expect of his hands when he wore gloves all the damned time, calluses?!

Shelf
There was the Shin-Ra 26, a model of the Highwind, a newer model Shera, and a twelve gauge double barreled shotgun he had no clue how to use.

Alone
One thing Cid could claim: he wasn't alone, and he liked it that way just fine, when he was honest enough with himself to admit it.

Fall
The escape pod returned to the Planet, but he felt as though he were flying up, and it was the stars falling from beneath his feet.

Knot
He never though that he'd be doing any knot-tying with Shera, but there he was, spit-shined, and when he saw her he forgot to breathe.

Crowd
There were only a handful of people there to see the Shin-Ra 26's eventual launch, but he didn't care--it was for them she flew, but it was his dream come true.

Denial
We were masters of the art, the unexamined life.

Train
"Of course I can run the damn thing!" he shouted, but he looked at those controls and hadn't the least clue what to do with them.

Fur
Sometimes Cid absently scratched Nanaki behind the ears, and when he realized what he was doing, he was surprised the great child-beast hadn't taken his arm off.

Chrome
He had always enjoyed watching her polish the shining chrome on that green monstrosity in the garage; she pretended she didn't know he was there.

Heart
He had seen Loveless as a hot shot in the SAF--it took him far too long to realize he already knew what it was about.

Intention
Dreams were nothing but flights of fancy without drive behind them, and Cid had more drive than anyone.

Push
For years he despised her for forcing him to hit abort, for years he despised knowing she was right.

Look
At a glance, no one saw anything more than a cussing, angry old bastard, and he liked it that way just fine.

Weight
Weight was a relative measure; it did not apply to metal dreams or Dragoon wings.

Spider
Materia Keepers and those damn blood-sucking grasshoppers just creeped him the hell out.

Robe
After swatting Nanaki with one of his bunny slippers, Cid supposed he should be glad Red XIII hadn't made fun of his battered robe, too.

Umbrella
Well, a pole-arm with a silly dyed fur pennant was a hell of a lot more interesting prize than a damned parasol.

Surface
The surface, the ground, the hard limit; these things just made Cid's Highwind blood burn to make them nothing.

Idea
A raven had spread its wings and the idea of it never left him.

Diamond
The star song, ether song, shaped by his hand; nothing so base as a diamond would grace her finger.

Blind
Lady Luck sure could be a bitch: she hadn't slapped him in the face to open his eyes, she'd kicked him in the balls.

Flow
Cid looked down over the landscape, covering his eyes against the glare of Holy, and watched the Lifestream snake from the earth.

Movement
He reveled in all forms of movement--wind in his hair, flying through the air on his own power, the rumbling of a ship beneath his feet.

More
Wind discovered, it was not enough...sky discovered, it was not enough...moon discovered, it was not enough...he wanted it all, he wanted the stars.

Honey
Cid liked honey in his chamomile tea; no one laughed about it.

Weather
A glance over the Nibel Mountains, then the range to the north...damnit, the sky was growing dark, he wouldn't be able to fly today.

Blue
Cait Sith always claimed everyone's lucky color was blue; Cid thought it fitting for him--faded leather jacket, the sky, the Pleiades.

Double
Cid scrunched himself up on his couch and wondered angrily, for the hundredth time, why the damn car got more room to sleep in his house than he did.

Braid
Cid had found an ancient blue helm once, the face of a dragon with a golden ruff and two long braids.

Thread
He'd laughed himself silly when he'd found Cloud's silk dress.

Angles
The only angles Cid had ever been very fond of were the extremely acute sort that came on the ends of spears.

Daydream
Sometimes he thought about the shapes of clouds while laying in the grass, drinking iced tea.

Nightmare
Sometimes he thought about the stench of scorched skin and singed hair when he lay awake at night.

Honor
Shin-Ra had officially honored Cid many times, but when the Highwind crew mutinied for him and his ship, that was the greatest ever bestowed.

Palm
His palms were smooth; hers were rough.

Screen
Cid glared at the readouts and screamed at Palmer when he saw no countdown there.

Warmth
Shera stood next to him, their hands splayed across the cold glass, looking at their star-strewn Promised Land, and it was not cold.

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