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~ 蒼空の炎 ~

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Johnny Silverhand #Keanu Reeves #47 Ronin #Female V #oc : Mawar

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SilverV 🤭🔥

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sakuranplays · 2 months

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~ Beauty Of the Dark ~

SilverV Week's Prompt : Soulmates Sometimes her dreams melded with her lived experiences but nightmares often breached through in her rest. As if subconsciously, she tried to hold on the memories of the one she loved but it became a cursed pandora box that overflowed.

"Think it was time to stop playing a dead corpse? You're quite heavy, y'know."

It took her awhile then those vibrant eyes stirred. Her eyelids fluttered. Her dark skin was pale with deathly pallor but she began to breathe.

His dreamer mouthed some words soundlessly but he heard her just the same.

"Not dead, yet."

A small sigh escaped from her. The woman turned her head to him. Her headwound was gone but the rest still remained. Strange part of him enjoyed her dressed in blood.

More like the V he know. Even when this one was Arasaka.

"It's you," she whispered. There was a small indignation there. Almost made him chuckle. Her blank expression gave nothing away but her neon eyes were sorrowful. Not quite awake but somewhere in between of her past and present.

"Expecting someone else?"

Something flittered through her mind. Too bad, he couldn't feel her thought.

"Jackie." Tears welled again in those eyes. Her little voice felt like shattered glass.

"It was too soon, V."

"Missed him so much."

There it was. The unspoken words she reveal so readily to him. Things she would never say aloud when she was awake. Especially not to him.

But this little space was theirs alone. Her secrets became his too.

Johnny touched her soft cheek and brush a stray tear away. The dreamworld around them began to reshape but the landfill still remain. He needed to take her mind off this nightmare.

"You're touching me. It's not allowed."

"What are you going to do about it, hmm?"

A dangerous glint appeared in her eyes.

Yes, it was a dare.

With her mind focused on him, her mindpalace erased the remnant of the landfill. There was only him being the intruder within her sacred space.

They were floating in a sea of starless skies. Her dark hair loose around her shoulders. Wild and glorious with no hint of the rules and restrictions that she imposed on herself. She wore a blood-red dress which matched with the shades on her lips. The scent of warm rose washed over them.

"What are you doing to me?" He murmured. His fingers idly brush against her jawline.

"I could say the same thing to you. I can't escape you even in here. In the dreaming."

Her voice was clear and as calm as the shapeless world around them both. Then she pushed herself until she stradled herself on his lap. The softness of her body molded against his. Her sharp eyes stared at him in accusatory.

He was dead and yet he felt breathless.

"Neither can I. Stuck together. You and me. Us."

A frown appeared and her eyes narrowed in lethal disapproval.

"Why do you always say that?"

"Say what? The truth."

"It was cruel."

Johnny pressed his head against her neck and breathed in her scent. This little heaven of his. He pressed his lips against her jugular but only the barest of touch despite the rush of blood to his head. It was ridiculous for him to be seduced this easily.

"And what wrong with that? Am I not a terrorist? A soldier. A sinner."

"I don't care."

The words was a careless whisper but he caught it. Even if it was just a dream. She would forget about all of this when the morning come. Just a little death.

But death no longer tainted her body. She was warm and completely his. In this little moments between sleep and awakening. He leaned close and inhaled her. Finally, he closed his eyes and allowed let himself to dream with her.

#Cyberpunk 2077 #SilverV #SilverV Week #Johnny Silverhand #Female V #oc : Mawar

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~ Hotel California ~

SilverV Week's Prompt : No-Tell Motel

Raindrops splashed against his skin. The damp city glistened with bright lights. Now familiar neon signs greet him.

No-Tell Motel.

The same nightmare again.

All of Johnny Silverhand's senses overwhelmed by sharp and painful grief. It cut through him and under his skin.

Hopelessness washed over him. Dread gnawed at him and he heard the clicking sounds of her heels. He clenched his fist but willed himself until she passed by him.

Blood stained covered her face. Her expression neutral. There was no tears in her eyes. Yet, he felt her fracturing from the inside. The world seemed emptier tonight.

A world absent of Jackie Welles.

What was left of her was a wounded shell of a person that she was. Even as her body moved through the dank deserted hallways, her mind was still in the Delemain cab. Savoring the last memories of Jackie's still warm body against her hand.

Saburo's face appeared on the screens. Johnny spat on the carpeted floor and rushed ahead to match her footsteps.

V waited for a few seconds before she knocked against the sliding door. He memorized every second as she walked to her death.

Alone trapped in coyling room with two snakes.

Grief numbed her down. Everything she felt was concentrated on holding herself together. Her raw nerves were frayed. She was at her most vulnerable and it was clear to her murderers.

Like a broken record.

He followed her into the tiny bathroom. She saw her own face and trembled at Jackie's blood. Something rose within her. Her mind struggled to process. Fierce disbelief at her own failures. An all consuming rage sparked within her depth. She grasped hard on it and lashed out with her bloodstained fist.

Her reflection fractured.

Control wash over her mind and body. She locked her vulnerabilities back inside of her. The expression on her face was neutral again. She washed off Jackie's blood. Nothing slip through the cracks of her cold metal armor.

But it was never enough. She failed to see the threat to her. Knocked down. Brutalized in mere seconds. Blacked out. She fought through the blinding pain and pried open her eyes. Her rage kept her alive briefly. She yelled her outrage, but it was too late. Her head snapped back.

The bullet struck deep. Her warm blood soaked through her hair. He tasted blood in his mouth. Her blood.

Everything became colorless and emptier than before.

A world without V.

Someone nudged her body to see if she was dead. He didn't catch what the villains said but one of them lifted her body. Her blood soaked the carpet and trailed out of the room. Then she was ruthlessly thrown into a trash compacter. Her body hit a mound of trash.

They disposed her like she was nothing. An afterthought. Alone and unwanted.

It hurt so deep within his deathless soul.

Johnny sifted through the memories until he was hunkered close to her prone form. He breathed through his clenched teeth but kept his eyes on her still form..

Her broken body kept the memories of what happened to her while her mind was silent. There was nothing left. Her precious life snuffed out. Gone in what felt like an eternity.

Even within her dreams, she died again.

Her mind relived her own death. Unprompted. Unwelcome.

Johnny knew she still rested in the real world, but it felt too real. Memories shackled them together in a sick repeating tune. They can do nothing except keep on reliving it.

He felt the tell-tale noise of a municipal drone. Despite the tight space, Johnny gathered her close to him. The thick rusting metal compartment groaned as the drone clamped tight. Almost feel it like his own head instead.

And they were airborne.

Rainstorm shook the metal box from all directions. They both sunk deeper into the filth. He held her the entirety of the journey. Whispering words of comfort and safety. He wondered if he said it for her or just to make him feel better.

The drone dipped hard and suddenly became prone. A loud groan echoed through tiny space. Refuse began to unravel around them.

Johnny gathered her close to his chest. The floor opened up from underneath.

They were in the air and crashed onto a heap of trash filled with metal and questionable materials. The impact knocked him out of breath.

For a long moment, he laid there on his back and was glad that he had caught her this time. They had fallen multiple ways. Sometimes, she slipped out of his embrace. When that happened, he had to go through a mountain of trash to reach her body.

With a low groan, Johnny pushed the metal sheet that had flipped over. He pushed himself up on his elbows and cradled her precious body against his heart.