The Broken Rose Page
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Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII, its characters, and settings are all property of Square Enix so I can take no credit nor claim any ownership of that. I do take some credit for the story’s plot.
Banner Artwork Disclaimer: The featured artwork for the banner is entitled White rose I and was created by the very talented Deviant Artist RemusSirion who was gracious enough to grant me permission to use it here. The picture has been slightly altered from the original. All rights belong to the artist, and links are included for both the artist page and the work.
CHAPTER ARTWORK DISCLAIMER: THE FEATURED ARTWORK FOR THIS CHAPTER IS ENTITLED AERITH-DISSIDIA AND WAS CREATED BY THE Wonderfully TALENTED AUTUMN-SACURA and is used here with her permission. THE PICTURE HAS BEEN SLIGHTLY ALTERED IN APPEARANCE AND TO INCLUDE THE CHAPTER NUMBER AND TITLE. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THE ARTIST. LINKS ARE INCLUDED FOR BOTH THE ARTIST’S PAGE AND THE WORK.
*******MAJOR CONTENT WARNING*******
Consistent and sustained graphic descriptions and mentions of rape/ sexual assault, sexual slavery/bondage, slavery, human trafficking, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mental abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, body shaming, starvation, torture, forced pregnancy, forced childbirth, miscarriage, forced miscarriage, abortion, and other potential disturbing and triggering topics.
Author’s Note: The picture used in this chapter is the outfit I was describing in Chapter 5.
Aeris receives something she always desired, while Sephiroth battles his guilt.
Aeris/Aerith standing in a garden with Grecian pillars with white flowers at the top. She is wearing a lavender colored dress with silver lining and boots of the same, while standing askance on the edge of the pillared dais. There is a large pink rose and greenery to the bottom right of her. The words “Chapter 16 – In Bloom” are to her top right.
Aeris had glimpsed the roof of their house, but she’d never set foot above. By Sephiroth’s office were stairs leading up, and the little maid gingerly stepped. It had been a few weeks past their night conversation, and she’d heard noises from above. Scraping and scratching had trickled down, making Aeris jolt up in concern. Once she’d had Myrna over for tea, but her neighbor sipped through without startle. The maid pressed a knuckle to her pursed lips, holding the questions in.
The day following her “meeting” with Miers she’d texted her friend contrite.
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