Dancing Against the Seven Destinies 8"What do we have here?" inquired Hojo, circling the latest addition to his lab.The scientist who had delivered the crystal-encased woman answered, "During my trip to investigate the strange signal that had been affecting all of our experiments, a Turk by the name of Rude discovered her deep in the crater. At first, I had dismissed her, however circumstances revealed that she was the source of the signal.""Circumstances?"Shifting from foot to foot with nervousness, the young scientist explained the strange phenomenon that had happened at the Crater… including her proximity to the WEAPONs. As the tale was told, Hojo's face expresse
Meeting You AgainThe rain now longer beats down on the scoffed and bloody face of an ex-SOLDIER 1st Class. Despite his body lying on the edge of a ravine, overlooking the far off city of Midgar, and the fact that his black outfit is in tatters from bullet holes; a smile is permanently draped over his strong countenance. The blood smudged over his face has become a dull pink as the sun begins to come out from behind the now empty clouds. Rays of sunshine reach down to meet his still body as a warm breeze blow over him, sending the single bundle of raven hair over his left eye into a tizzy. The rest of his cascading ebony spikes rest behind him as the last of his thoughts drift to his best friend and mentor who had the most breathtaking, pure white wings.Just for him the clouds seem to part and pull him upwards, his gloved hand reaching for the identical one extending towards him. His eyes briefly flutter open to reveal eyes bluer than the sky. An envious smile tugs even further at his lips, “I w
Celebrating Spring“This is absurd... I can’t see where I’m going.”“Duh, that’s the point!”“Zack...” the older voice said in warning.“Okay, okay just one more second. I promise! You won’t be mad once I show you this Seph.”Sephiroth sighed in annoyance, not liking the situation one bit. He certainly didn’t like the navy blue blindfold tied over his eyes or the fact that Zack’s finger’s tugged impatiently at his hands, which were clad in leather gloves. The SOLDIER 1st Class couldn’t put his finger on where they had arrived at but he knew where they had started, the Briefing Room on the SOLDIER floor. His enhanced senses could barely keep up with all the noises and movement around his blinded person. All he could possibly try to remember was the sound of doors sweeping open and his and Zack’s boots beating on the ground as they walked.A frown slowly wormed itself onto the General
Free MeThe darkness rests about him like a second skin. His crimson eyes are only thing about his features that stand out through the inky black. A sort of sadness radiates around him as he sits in his isolation atop a large bed in silk sheets the color of the darkness. His slender fingers glide down his leather pants as he pulls his knees up to his chest. The sensation of having to wait drives him mad as he stares at the black around him, disgruntled that he has to wait for his other to return. His nails tap against the barrel of the gun sitting just next to his feet, fingers drawing it up to his chest. The chill of the metal seeps through the thin, black material of his long sleeved shirt easily.He’s been waiting for quite a long time for this person to come back and get him out of this place. A mere gun was the present he received last time he had a visit. But with the months passing by him he finds that the promise the other made is crumbling. His old attitude which keeps a smile
Letters From The Lifestream"With the sky in my hands, a storm in my heart…even long after we've said farewell, there will always be letters."Letters From The Lifestream The small church in the slums of Midgar had faired poorly in the most recent conflicts that transpired in the once great Mako City. The hole in the ceiling was replaced by spacious gap, since much of the roof was now gone. There were many broken windows, a large portion of the wall was torn out, and many of the pews were overturned. But you still saved everyone again… It was painful to admit, but it was starting to blend in with the rest of the slums. It was incredibly run down on the
First Class HeroesThe rock pathways leading deep into the Northern Cave have vanished from around him as well as his friends that had been fighting alongside him. All that’s left is the ethereal substance that flows in glowing streams of Mako around him. The green-white fluid curves and flows as usual under the Planet’s surface even as Cloud proceeds to linger in this place where he shouldn’t be. The spirit energy glows as brightly as his blue eyes as he turns his head up lets his eyes narrow and lock with the form of Sephiroth hovering above him, quite some distance away. His grip tightens around the Buster Sword in his hands. Despite the scoffs and small cuts adorning his body, he’s determined to finish the fight. The SOLDIER attire on his body is torn and frayed, showing the wear the battles have taken on him.Sephiroth merely stays where he’s at with his katana held loosely in a single, black gloved hand while the other hangs at the side of his coat. His long silve
When It Sinks InHis hands are shaking as he fumbles with the multitude of clasps on his leather duster and Genesis sighs in relief as the last one comes undone, briskly flinging off the article of clothing before the silence of the room is broken by a muffled cry and a horrible ripping sound; one that, sadly enough, the redhead has grown far too accustomed to hearing over the past several days. The skin of his left shoulder tears apart in almost agonizing slow motion and there is a loud 'whoosh' followed by the sound of something wet plip-plipping onto the floor as that damnable black wing unfurls itself, twitching from disuse and dripping crimson blood.At
It Means More Than ThatGenesis loves it when Sephiroth lets him comb his hair.He sits behind the man, running a brush through long strands of spun silver, each stroke gentle and measured as if he is afraid of damaging any of it. Sephiroth just releases a low chuckle and leans his head back against Genesis' thigh, because he can feel how he treats his hair with such reverence, feel the way the man's knees tighten their grip on his ribs whenever the brush comes in contact with tangles. Occasionally Genesis will lean down and press a quick kiss to Sephiroth's temple, murmuring a few sweet words into his ear before returning to the task at hand.On the rare occasion
Because He Misses YouIt was becoming much harder to retain his sanity lately.Oftentimes, Sephiroth would simply sit alone in his office and reminisce about the times they spent together, thoughts of all the things he missed swirling through his mind instead of his next appointment with Hojo or that mission report which would be due in a few hours.All it took was an apple, mentions of Loveless or faint glimpses of red to send him back into the retreat of his memories.He missed the deep azure of his eyes and the way they would light up whenever his mind was full of mischief. He missed the smell of dumbapples and cinnamon, a scent he had long come to associate
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