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[xkuja]

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"A little blood adds to the thrill, don't you agree?"

|| ||                    A little blood, he had claimed. In the aftermath of this onslaught, Kuja found himself drenched in it up to his stockings.

      "...We truly are nothing alike," he dabbed delicately at a small nick on his neck, inspected the blood on his fingers. It glistened as rich and sharp as the sting on his skin. His own. Sephiroth seemed indifferent to the repercussions of his own recklessness, much less whomsoeverelse got caught in the crossfire of his ridiculous sword. "I suppose finding pleasure in the sight of blood is too an aspect of this madness? How reassuring to know I've yet to entirely descend to your level."

      What a tiring descent it was proving. Back in his own domain, Kuja was no stranger to depravity. He had extracted bones from bodies to grind powders for potions. Had bottled wailing spirits. His arts demanded desecration. But Sephiroth's madness... He had yet to glimpse the bottom of it.

Still, he tailed onward after him, the call to follow this madman like chains around his wrists-- chains made from intangible things, moonlight and whispers and spider’s silk, mind-- but chains nonetheless.

       “Would you at least be so kind as to explain what we are doing? If I am to be compelled to shadow you, I would appreciate some enlightenment on the matter.” The eye had thus far offered Kuja no hints. “What exactly is your aim? Are you searching for something? Someone? Are you planning to usurp this world? If so, should we not be making our way back to that ugly metal fortress?" A vague flourish was thrown in the direction he presumed that Midgar place lay... Not that he had yet to grasp any sense of direction in this sad world. "I have a strong suspicion it is they who operate much of this show…”

[kyouminaine]

The boy didn't know how to process it all. It was so much new information that he felt like a major part of his world was crumbling and he felt confused and so very lost. More than any of that though, he felt a sense of pain and betrayal that he wouldn't recover from anytime soon.

“Why are you different?” He dared to ask after a time, wondering not for the first time why Cloud was so different to everyone else that he'd ever met. For whatever reason the man hadn't appeared to be frightened or bothered by his mere presence, that and he hadn't gone out of his way to hurt him or ignore him either.

The first time he'd met the man he'd seemed only cautious, although he could've been wrong as he was the last person to understand peoples' motives. Still, he hadn't treated him like he was a pest or some sort of beast and that alone made Cloud different. Ever since then the man had went on to continue to treat him like he were a normal person and with a surprising level of consideration and kindness.

“Why don't you see me like a monster?”

@aonemanarmy

Cloud couldn't tell him the truth. That was to say, that it wasn't Sephiroth's current self that Cloud held animosity towards, but who he will become later on. The adult version who discarded humanity and ruined Cloud's life.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Cloud quietly looked at the teen. He had to tell himself that this question wasn't about who Sephiroth would be in the future, but who he was now.

"Why should it?" he asked back. "Because you're part of the S Project?"

Cloud pointed at himself. "Do you see me that way?"

All Sephiroth knew about him was that he was part of the project as well. He didn't know where he came from, what the details of his participation was, or anything like that. The what's and how's weren't all that important right now anyway; it was the fact that the two of them shared this common denominator.

"Monsters aren't just about strength or what they were ordered to do. Monsters can be regular people. People with twisted personalities or are cruel to innocents and kids."

People like Hojo and his team. People like Shinra's cabinet. People like the ones who perpetuate the cycle of evil.

[twilightichor]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋?

Rosemary.

Ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. The time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. You've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. But kindness without limits is self destruction. Oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. You wish to please everyone, to protect them all. But if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. Protect yourself too. You know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. Be a friend. Your loved ones will not forsake you for not being Perseus slaying all their demons. You have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. Oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. You know that, right? Be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

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[phantomyre]

Even if Lucrecia had specifically told him to not restrain her, he still felt the nagging regret of having brought Sephiroth here in the first place. But would it have been more cruel to not give her the chance to see her son ever again? Was her current sorrow worth the effort? He knew it wasn’t for him to judge. But wasn’t that what he was always meant to do, even as a Turk? Protect her at all cost, robbing her of freewill? Or was he liberating her by giving her a choice? No… he allowed her to take her course of action long ago. He chose to not step in to protect her, giving her freedom to otherwise ruin her life and the life of her unborn child. And this was the result.

Is it truly love when the other is allowed to harm themselves, granting them freedom of choice and autonomy? Was it considered cruelty to control the other’s actions in an effort to spare their life? Perhaps to the ordinary individual, the answer would have been much more simple and obvious. But to a man who still carried the burden of regret and self-deprecation, it was no easy question to answer. Unbeknownst to him, even now, he had allowed his old affections to get in the way of logic. Ever since he had met her, Lucrecia had become his downfall, and he had been continuously falling ever since. And now that both fallen to a level of damning despair, Vincent had to make the decision to either pull himself up and leave her behind, or to join her in an endless pit of darkness. Lucrecia’s heart was no longer with Vincent. Even if she cared for him deeply, there was only one soul who could pull her out of the abyss—and that was her son. But he was long gone. To hope for him to give her a chance was a fool’s errand. Vincent knew that now. And he had once again played the part of the fool and allowed his beloved woman to suffer… again. Sooner or later, the wrath of Sephiroth’s sufferings would soon be known to the entire planet, rendering all of Lucrecia’s sufferings to mere dust that would soon be drifting in the Lifestream.

Forgotten and alone… Forever.

Vincent watched as the last small tear trailed down Lucrecia’s face, growing deathly silent so much so that the cave felt even colder than before. Not even the wind made a stir, and all manner of voices had ceased. It was like the cave itself had died along with Lucrecia’s thoughts. It was like a dagger to Vincent’s chest, knowing this would possibly be the last time he could commune with her until something terrible happened. Distraught as he was, however, he knew he had other more pressing matters to deal with, starting with Sephiroth. It would have been much easier to take revenge on Sephiroth. But Sephiroth wasn’t to blame. With Cloud and team doing everything they could to destroy Sephiroth, and Lucrecia being emotionally cut off and denied by her son, there was only one individual who could even remotely attempt to understand Sephiroth’s point of view… it was what Lucrecia wanted. And if he failed even in this, he’d might as well hasten the coming of Meteor and all would be exactly as Jenova and Sephiroth desired. Vincent quietly scanned the silver-headed male, hearing the ice-cold words drop from his lips as his eyes beheld the woman he had come to despise. “…She wanted to know the truth and to face the faults she had committed. Even you should be able to see that much.” Vincent mildly chided. “What you witnessed in her is guilt�� something you’ll never be able to comprehend. Even so--” Vincent lowered his gaze and turned himself to look out towards the cave’s opening; the fire-colored skies growing ever more ominous. At a distance, he detected some lifeforms approaching the area. Shinra troops, perhaps... but why were they coming here? Had they picked up Sephiroth's trail? Vincent chose to temporarily ignore the feeling for the moment and continued to address Sephiroth. “…Your hatred is warranted. And you have no reason to believe anything that I say.” The Meteor could be clearly seen as it was making its way towards Midgar, and Vincent turned to glance at Sephiroth once more, the roar of the skies growing more audible. “But what makes you think your ‘mother’ won’t betray you when all this is over?" @aonemanarmy

No matter how much guilt Lucrecia felt, there was nothing in the world that she wanted more than to hold her son in her arms—to comfort him and protect him. But by now, Lucrecia knew any form of affection from her was yet another twist of the knife. All form of affection had been lost on Sephiroth. His form of ‘love’ was pain and torment. It was all he knew. And had Vincent been able to account the things Sephiroth had done, she would have known suffering was truly the only thing Sephiroth knew and nothing more. It was corrupt, twisted, and devoid of logic.

The planet began to wail, set on by the oncoming Meteor Sephiroth had summoned. Vincent's Chaos began to stir, spurred on by the cries of terror-stricken souls, including Lucrecia’s. It then dawned on him. The more agonized souls that existed, the stronger was the pull from Chaos. And should he lose all control, there would be little he could do to protect Lucrecia from himself. The coming of the Meteor wasn't just a death-toll for mortals, but for his own autonomy as well. And by way of association, Lucrecia's existence. Setting Lucrecia against the crystal to rest, Vincent walked out towards the opening of the cave, seeing the ominous orange hue growing ever stronger. Sephiroth’s silhouette remained steadfast, focused on tormenting Lucrecia. He could still sense her tremors from a distance, her heart beat weak from constant heartbreak. It was like watching a loved one dying over and over again. He couldn’t do anything for her in this condition. How much more when he would be forced to take part in executing the planet’s spirits? While Vincent thus mused alone, Lucrecia continued to suffer the pain of visions brought upon her by Sephiroth. She shuddered as Sephiroth spoke those words. “No… I’m not lying… I wasn’t pretending,” Lucrecia resisted Sephiroth’s taunts, but her voice was weak with emotion. “But…” She saw the image Sephiroth had drawn on the floor, only adding to the guilt. She couldn’t handle it anymore, and her spirit faded with her physical energy. The words slipped through her lips, cold and dry, ever ounce of feeling having been burned from the pain. Even in her immortality, she couldn’t withstand it. She continued to respond to Sephiroth, taking every ounce left from her. “…But I have no right… to be called your mother.” The tears threatened her eyes once more, but she had no more will to hold them back. Her voice cracked as she continued, giving it her final bit of energy. “Sephiroth…” The mako formed around her, channeling through the crystal. “I’m so sorry…” Her voice whispered. Hearing her voice, Vincent turned to see her spirit flowing back into the crystal. Instinctively, he reached out towards her, but alas. She had suffered enough. Slowly, he recoiled his hand back, watching her body once again return to the crystal, her voice once again silenced and her face returning to the placid form of one dead--even more broken than when he first entered the cave. It stung Vincent’s heart, deeply. After all, he had been the one to bring Sephiroth to her. Whatever Lucrecia witnessed, he sensed that Lucrecia had accepted her fate regarding her bond with Sephiroth. Resting his hand against the crystal, Vincent furrowed his brow deeply and lowered his head, feeling the pulse gone from Lucrecia. It would be some time before he could hear her voice again, if at all. Perhaps she was nothing but a shell at this point. The only one who could now awaken her was Sephiroth. “Lucrecia…” Vincent whispered, not having the words to speak, the weight of everything having doubled upon his shoulders. And just as he had suspected, he didn’t get a response. Not a sound. Turning towards Sephiroth, his crimson eyes laid wearily upon the silver-headed male with a mixture of disdain and sympathy. He knew Sephiroth’s pain was a result of what Lucrecia had done, yet he couldn’t bear to see her suffer. Yet, her wish would be honored. Whether Sephiroth could continue to torment her while her spirit had become silenced and numbed, he wasn’t sure. But he could tell she was one step away from death. Her life was hanging by a thread, made fragile by heartbreak. Now more than ever, he would have to protect her. As for Sephiroth... No matter what happens… Sephiroth is the original victim. Don't seek vengeance on him for what you failed to do. “Let her alone," Vincent spoke towards the tall ex-general, not directly looking at Sephiroth's eyes. "You’ve made your point.”

[thembo-for-anime]

🌻Hello!🌻 If it’s okay could I maybe have a matchup with Haikyuu and Bnha or just one of them?☺️🌻 I have shoulder length brown hair and it tends to be slightly curly and poofy, I also have brown eyes and I’m around 5’2. I really love my friends since they’re really important to me. I tend to be obnoxiously loud around them but not around people I don’t know well and I have a hard time making friends so I tend to just be quiet. I’m also kind of on the chubby side. 🌻🌻

Of course!! I’m glad to do both!!

For BNHA I match you with...Eijiro Kirishima!! 

Kirishima would totally understand having a hard time because of shyness. He wasn’t always the bravest guy but he grew into it so he would want to help others get to that point too. BECAUSE LETTING OTHERS STRUGGLE WHEN YOU COULD HELP ISN’T MANLY!!!

The first time he experienced you loud and out going with him...mf heart eyes, HEART FULL HEAD EMPTY. He never knew how animated you could be anD HE WANTS TO SEE IT ALL THE TIME. Literally in awe of you and loves to just listen to you talk even if it’s just rambling.

Also, listen to me, look me in my eyes, this man couldn’t care less if you’re chubby or not. He loves you for you. If anything this man loves a little more plush because it just means there’s more of you for him to love. Would worship you not even gonna lie. Like cuddling with you is his favorite thing in the word just because you’re soft and he just likes to melt into your arms. But he also LOVES holding you because it feels like he’s protecting you. (JUST IMAGINE BEING HELD IN HIS STRONG ARMS AKSDFAFLJ IMMA PASS OUT) 

For Haikyuu I match you with... Takanobu Aone!!

This large man would just look at you in all your 5′2″ glory and just think how could a person be so small??? You’re tiny compared to him?? His thought would make him forget that he’s legit just staring at you. As soon as he realizes tho, v blushy and embarrassed boy. Trust me on this, mans is so easily flustered it’s not even funny. I honestly feel that his shyness is at such a high level that it actually might calm you down a bit. 

Since he doesn’t talk much it leaves a lot of space on your end for him to get to know you. Seeing you speak so candidly and openly makes him want to articulate his thoughts, like how he finds you very cute and likes your short hair but would rather die than say it to you. But he’s also very grateful that you didn’t find him as intimidating as most people do.

If you have to take the train to school you’d most definitely snag the seat next to him. As you grow closer and closer together he would become more comfortable adding his input even if it was just a one word answer.

When y’all start dating though he is so soft with you. You’d most likely have to initiate everything but he would like it very much. Even with his heart beating out of his chest and his face on fire, he still liked the feeling of your hand in his.

So in conclusion, big man very soft, great boyfriend/flustering material.

[xkuja]

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The mage was practically seething and Sephiroth found great amusement in it. Kuja was so bitter, so enraged, the torrent of emotions was practically radiating off of and clinging to him like a hateful shroud.

It was delightful.

His reaction would likely the be the opposite of what Kuja would've expected considering his barbed words, but madness had made Sephiroth's reasoning beyond mere mortals and their simple understanding. Besides, after experiencing the absolute agony he had throughout his life the idea that words could harm him was laughable.

"Interesting how you believe that your thoughts about me would do little more than entertain. However, allow me to shatter any grandiose delusions you might have about being free, since you have never been free.

Mother knows all of your darkest secrets, your fears, and no matter how much you may sing you are still nothing more than a little bird in a gilded cage."

|| || Kuja, in comparison, had a most unfortunate weakness to words-- and those were precisely the right words. That absurdly long sword through his chest might have been less painful by comparison.

It was true, wasn't it? Garland was deceased, vanished. Yet, Kuja had never genuinely escaped the cage woven by his influence. His voice persisted in the recesses of his mind, a constant reminder that Kuja was still ever resolute in exceeding the seemingly insurmountable expectations set upon him. Freedom still eluded him after all this time... Instead, the cage had only expanded.

Why didn't the same apply to Sephiroth, then? Was he not endeavoring to impress the serpent coiling within his veins? Was... Was he not?

Was he worthy?

"It... isn't fair..."

His breath seared within his chest, as if his insides had transformed to molten lava. Unbidden, his magic flared, a white-hot ring around them. He understood that attacking this beast was ill-advised; Kuja was never one to reveal his hand without gaining a solid understanding of the opponent's vulnerabilities, and Sephiroth appeared to have none. Yet, his magic surged forth against his volition, barely restrained, and his hands shot toward the man's exposed throat.

[kyouminaine]

Sephiroth hadn't expected to get the answer that he did. The boy had felt certain that Cloud would reject him, but to his surprise he agreed with some stipulations attached.

“Will it be very long?” Sephiroth hoped that it would be sooner rather than later, but he could accept waiting if necessary as it gave him some shred of hope to cling onto. It was certainly better than nothing, which was all he'd had before.

In fact, the news was enough to bring a small smile to the boy's lips. He was happy probably for the first time in his life and it was terribly ironic that it only came about due to the promise of his own death. But to Sephiroth none of that mattered as it meant that he'd be able to finally get his wish and with it the freedom from the pain and suffering Hojo constantly subjected him to.

The boy nodded his understanding as he studied Cloud's face, unaware of the conflict he'd placed on the blond by making the request that he did. Had he known the truth of what happened in the future then he likely would've insisted that Cloud do the job right then, but since he didn't he would believe in Cloud's judgment.

“Thank you.”

@aonemanarmy

Cloud's teeth clenched when he heard Sephiroth express his gratitude. It didn't matter if the teen was going to grow up into his mortal enemy, it never felt good to have someone wish for their own death by another's hands.

Cloud had seen his fair share of bloodshed, and he had hardened his heart to some of the things he did. It was survival. It was protection. It was necessary. It was just part of the job.

But not assisted suicide.

He slowly let go of Sephiroth and turned. He was having a hard time meeting Sephiroth's gaze. "...Have you taken care of the wounds properly?"

[kyouminaine]

Cloud’s lips twitched at the question. He couldn’t help but think of the time when he was younger, fully enamored by Sephiroth and his early accomplishments. He was naïve and impressionable. Desperate, too. Practically anything could sway him back then, and for someone like Sephiroth to appear on the television and in magazines and newspapers, he was everything that Cloud thought he wanted to be. What he needed to be.

Little did he know what it would mean to walk down that path.

Still, Cloud couldn’t deny there was a fascination that he possessed when it came to young man’s looks. As a boy, Cloud thought Sephiroth’s height, physique, and face were superior to anyone else’s he had seen. Granted, he was only familiar with the people in town and whoever was famous enough to be on television, but even in his small worldview, Cloud idolized every part of Sephiroth.

Giving a small nod, Cloud replied honestly, “I do.”

He remembered, too, how he had tried to change different pieces of himself to better fit the image. Maybe if he dressed this way. Maybe if he learned to use a sword. Maybe if he straightened his posture. He looked at himself in the mirror plenty of times, wondering over and over, but in the end he couldn’t so much as imitate even one thing.

No, maybe that wasn’t true. He did one small thing, even if it was silly.

Mentally shaking his head, Cloud gave a shrug.

“I always have,” he said simply, even if the boy here wouldn’t get it. Cloud wasn’t merely talking about the present, but the past as well. A past that this Sephiroth had no idea of. And a future that was still years to come.

Cloud would be lying if he said he didn’t find Sephiroth’s adult appearance attractive. Every man and woman with a pair of working eyes would say they were enamored by Sephiroth’s looks. Not only did he have the strength that rivaled gods, he had the face and body of one, too. Cloud knew he could never achieve either Sephiroth’s strength or his looks, but he admired them all the same.

One day, the boy would fill those shoes and wear that uniform, becoming the same image that thousands around the world would fawn over and aspire to be.

Glancing over his shoulder, Cloud’s gaze landed on the teen. He wondered silently how long it would take for the kid to get his growth spurt.

“Who knows, you might change your mind about your looks later,” he said softly.

Sephiroth could tell that there was something off about Cloud. There was something hidden in his expression that the boy was unable to interpret and it made him wonder if he'd said or done something wrong. His mind automatically assumed it was his fault as it was what he'd been conditioned to think thanks to Hojo and the other scientists always treating each of his actions that weren't 'perfect' as being flawed and a problem. It made him want to apologize, but before the words could get out he felt Cloud's fingers in his hair.

The boy blinked at the touch, surprised at its gentleness. The way Cloud's fingers threaded through his hair was strangely comforting and felt nice in a way he'd never experienced before in his life. It was sad how up until this point he'd never known such a simple kindness, which was why Sephiroth latched onto it and soaked it in like a sponge.

Without thinking the boy leaned into the touch and he briefly closed his eyes to savor the sensation to the fullest. However, he didn't do so for long when he heard Cloud's words and his eyes snapped open once more and his breath caught in his throat.

I like the way you look.

It was the first honest praise he'd ever received, especially for something he felt deeply insecure about. Ever since he'd learned that he was different he'd longed to be just like everyone else. He had only ever wanted to be normal and live a normal life, but both his looks and his abilities had always worked against him and made that an impossibility. None of that was a problem for Hojo or Shinra since they didn't want him to be ordinary – that defeated the purpose – but none of them had ever bothered taking into a count how the boy felt about it all.

No one cared.

So hearing those words now caused an unfamiliar warmth to form in the boy's chest. In response a small smile formed on Sephiroth's lips, one that lingered even after Cloud had pulled away to clean up their dishes. It made Sephiroth wished that moment could've lasted a bit longer, but he knew better than to ask for anything more than he'd been given.

“It's fine,” he reassured Cloud as he rose and pulled on the clothing that he'd neatly folded up earlier while his wounds were being tended to. “The Science Department supplies my clothing, so I'm not allowed to have anything else that they haven't provided to me.”

It was yet another method of control. Hojo and his colleagues had sought to personally strip Sephiroth of any real sense of individuality beyond what they'd assigned to him. Forcing the boy to wear the attire they chose served to further solidify this dehumanization process, which Sephiroth was too young and naive to understand was happening. For the boy it was 'normal' and as such he didn't see anything necessarily wrong with it, even if any outsider would find the teen's life deeply troubling the further they delved into every aspect of his life.

“But you do like how I look?” He stared at Cloud's back, trying to reason out why the blond did when everyone else he'd interacted with seemed so disquieted by his appearance. “Why is that?”

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                   “you don’t deserve a warm welcome after what you...                

   “Strange for one who is enamored by his sword, the very same one that nearly bisected me.”   

Narrowing his eyes slightly at his master as he mentioned Buster. “I’m not the one sleeping with the same being who murdered you three times. Also you know full well that Buster belonged to both Angeal and Zack before Strife ever got a hold of him. And I have told you time and time again, I didn’t realize what was happening until seconds before.” To be honest.....he honestly didn’t expect Cloud to even have any strength like a Soldier to pick up Buster, but surprise surprise.

[phantomyre]

No matter how much guilt Lucrecia felt, there was nothing in the world that she wanted more than to hold her son in her arms—to comfort him and protect him. But by now, Lucrecia knew any form of affection from her was yet another twist of the knife. All form of affection had been lost on Sephiroth. His form of ‘love’ was pain and torment. It was all he knew. And had Vincent been able to account the things Sephiroth had done, she would have known suffering was truly the only thing Sephiroth knew and nothing more. It was corrupt, twisted, and devoid of logic.

The planet began to wail, set on by the oncoming Meteor Sephiroth had summoned. Vincent's Chaos began to stir, spurred on by the cries of terror-stricken souls, including Lucrecia’s. It then dawned on him. The more agonized souls that existed, the stronger was the pull from Chaos. And should he lose all control, there would be little he could do to protect Lucrecia from himself. The coming of the Meteor wasn't just a death-toll for mortals, but for his own autonomy as well. And by way of association, Lucrecia's existence. Setting Lucrecia against the crystal to rest, Vincent walked out towards the opening of the cave, seeing the ominous orange hue growing ever stronger. Sephiroth’s silhouette remained steadfast, focused on tormenting Lucrecia. He could still sense her tremors from a distance, her heart beat weak from constant heartbreak. It was like watching a loved one dying over and over again. He couldn’t do anything for her in this condition. How much more when he would be forced to take part in executing the planet’s spirits? While Vincent thus mused alone, Lucrecia continued to suffer the pain of visions brought upon her by Sephiroth. She shuddered as Sephiroth spoke those words. “No… I’m not lying… I wasn’t pretending,” Lucrecia resisted Sephiroth’s taunts, but her voice was weak with emotion. “But…” She saw the image Sephiroth had drawn on the floor, only adding to the guilt. She couldn’t handle it anymore, and her spirit faded with her physical energy. The words slipped through her lips, cold and dry, ever ounce of feeling having been burned from the pain. Even in her immortality, she couldn’t withstand it. She continued to respond to Sephiroth, taking every ounce left from her. “…But I have no right… to be called your mother.” The tears threatened her eyes once more, but she had no more will to hold them back. Her voice cracked as she continued, giving it her final bit of energy. “Sephiroth…” The mako formed around her, channeling through the crystal. “I’m so sorry…” Her voice whispered. Hearing her voice, Vincent turned to see her spirit flowing back into the crystal. Instinctively, he reached out towards her, but alas. She had suffered enough. Slowly, he recoiled his hand back, watching her body once again return to the crystal, her voice once again silenced and her face returning to the placid form of one dead--even more broken than when he first entered the cave. It stung Vincent’s heart, deeply. After all, he had been the one to bring Sephiroth to her. Whatever Lucrecia witnessed, he sensed that Lucrecia had accepted her fate regarding her bond with Sephiroth. Resting his hand against the crystal, Vincent furrowed his brow deeply and lowered his head, feeling the pulse gone from Lucrecia. It would be some time before he could hear her voice again, if at all. Perhaps she was nothing but a shell at this point. The only one who could now awaken her was Sephiroth. “Lucrecia…” Vincent whispered, not having the words to speak, the weight of everything having doubled upon his shoulders. And just as he had suspected, he didn’t get a response. Not a sound. Turning towards Sephiroth, his crimson eyes laid wearily upon the silver-headed male with a mixture of disdain and sympathy. He knew Sephiroth’s pain was a result of what Lucrecia had done, yet he couldn’t bear to see her suffer. Yet, her wish would be honored. Whether Sephiroth could continue to torment her while her spirit had become silenced and numbed, he wasn’t sure. But he could tell she was one step away from death. Her life was hanging by a thread, made fragile by heartbreak. Now more than ever, he would have to protect her. As for Sephiroth... No matter what happens… Sephiroth is the original victim. Don't seek vengeance on him for what you failed to do. “Let her alone," Vincent spoke towards the tall ex-general, not directly looking at Sephiroth's eyes. "You’ve made your point.”

A flood of emotions had consumed Lucrecia’s mind to the point where she was completely disconnected from reality. After the plethora of pain and agony, Lucrecia would have breathed her last, but alas—her body wouldn’t allow it. Nevertheless, it wasn’t what she wanted in this moment, for all she could think of was the pain she had put her son through, and how his cries had fallen on deaf ears. Had it not been for Vincent’s interference, she might have gladly drowned in the lake below, joining the Lifestream… but no. Vincent wasn’t aware that even this wasn’t possible for his beloved woman. For within her, Jenova’s cells thrived upon her despair and pain. Yet, even if he had the assurance that she was immortal, how could he simply stand back and watch her suffer? Little did he realize, however, that was exactly what she was experiencing.

Pulling her out of the water, Vincent carried her limp body from the deep lake, the essence of mako lingering on their clothes and skin. The mako renewed his energy, hastening the healing process of the injuries he had endured from the journey to the cave. It momentarily caught his attention. Only those enhanced were able to be healed by mako. Mortals or those who rejected the altered cells would end up with mako-poisoning; a harrowing reminder of what he was. Try as he might, Lucrecia remained unresponsive to him. On occasion, her eyes would open and she would mutter Sephiroth’s name, but seemed completely unaware of what had happened. What’s more, she was oblivious to who was holding her. She was dead to reality within that space of time, her mind and heart willingly enslaved to the visions created by her son and that of her sorrows. Thus, leaving her vulnerable shell in the care of Vincent. How long she would be in this state, he had no idea. But time was also meaningless to the immortal. He would watch over her. Jenova wouldn’t have any qualms to tamper with a vulnerable host whose mind was beyond reach, after all. By this time, the night was drawing close, and the chill of the evening began to envelope the area. The amber clouds above grew stronger with the oncoming meteor, yet the planet continued to wax cold. Soaked to the skin, Vincent felt a chill creep over his body, prompting him take Lucrecia up in his arms once again and make way for the inside of the cave. In the hopes that the mako spring could revive Lucrecia, Vincent placed her close to the base of the crystal, helping her to sit up. Removing his cloak, he did his best to wring out the water and laid it out to dry, hoping that it would be dry enough to place over her before it became too cold. All the while, Vincent watched Sephiroth warily. Now, all he could do was wait.

In the midst of the horrors, Lucrecia’s mind continued to reel with the visions of her son. Even though she knew full well this was all just a vision and long gone in history, she couldn’t help herself and lunged towards the scene where Sephiroth fought the pack of mangled hounds. “Sephiroth! Run!” Lucrecia screamed and darted towards her son with the intent of sparing him from an oncoming wolf, only to stagger and find herself behind the same glass observation wall where the other scientists were located, including Hojo. Lucrecia cried out and brough her firsts down hard against the glass, watching the scene unfold helplessly. “Sephiroth!” The mother screamed, knowing there was nothing she could do. It was then that she heard Hojo’s maniacal laughter, prompting a shift in Lucrecia’s attention. Fury filled her chest. “Let him go, Hojo! I beg you! How can you do this to our son?!” One side of her wanted to rip the man apart, but the other side knew this wasn’t all his fault. It was hers. Hojo cackled and turned a grim sneer towards Lucrecia, his eyes black as the void. It caused Lucrecia to stumble back in horror. “And what’s this…? Can’t you see that I’m in the middle of a very important experiment? Or have you lost your mind?” taunted the figment of Hojo, his voice dripping with ill intent. “Ah… yes. The face of regret.” A cruel chuckle echoed in her ears, sending a terrible chill down her back. The madman grinned and turned his attention to little Sephiroth, alone, and fighting for his life. “We both know why this must continue. The future of science depends on it. Don’t you feel the thrill, too? But of course you do… after all, you even made your precious Vincent one of your experiments.” Lucrecia’s heart nearly stopped. “No! You’re wrong! It wasn’t an experiment!” “Am I wrong, though?’ Hojo sneered as a wolf came stalking towards Sephiroth. “You used his body to finish your thesis—your pride and joy. Your greatest experiment. Is it not true?” Lucrecia trembled and shook her head, backing away as she turned her attention again to Sephiroth, trying to ignore Hojo, but all she could see was the truth. Hojo’s image continued to torment her. “As you can see, I’ve merely taken up this fine specimen to put him to his greatest potential. Just as you did with that Turk.”

Lucrecia fell silent, her fists shaking. “Once a scientist… always a scientist.”

The wolf tore into the child Sephiroth, and Lucrecia fell on her knees with a scream. “Nooo!” Sephiroth’s words then echoed in her mind, his current older form gazing at her with those empty yet hate-filled eyes. ‘I would have welcomed destruction’. Everyone but Sephiroth faded from her vision in that moment as she heard Sephiroth’s words, paired with vision of her little boy on the brink of collapse from blood-loss. Her eyes filled with tears so that she could only see a blur. “What am I to do… tell me… I… I can’t…” But no. She must continue to endure as long as Sephiroth chose.

[sevens-techie]

"You have taken quite the interest in my pet."

“Oh, is that what you call him? I couldn’t tell. You sure have him on a long leash there.” 

[sadistic-second]

🔥

Soft blocking is a bunch of bullshit and if you do that, what the actual fuck. 

[xkuja]

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

|| Gentle Sprinkling of Salt Meme ||

☢ What fads/trends are you so over?

Actually for once I like all the rp trends at the moment. That's a little weird for me. I should go to the doctor.

[kyouminaine]

The boy watched Cloud intently, eagerly drinking in his every word. He wasn't convinced that the blond wasn't the strongest - he felt certain that he was - but he didn't understand why he'd deny it. Surely being the strongest was something that anyone would want, right?

Regardless of Cloud's reasoning he was certain that the blond was simply trying to downplay his abilities for whatever reason. He'd seen enough of Cloud's swordplay in action to be confident of that, so he continued to latch onto that thin shred of hope he'd dared to cling onto.

"If I asked you, would you fulfill a request for me?" He asked quietly, his fingers moving to the bandages covering the wrist on the opposite arm and lightly tugging at them.

@aonemanarmy

There was something about the tone that Sephiroth used as he gave that leading question. It wasn't so much a lack of trust, but rather a creeping suspicion.

He didn't think Sephiroth would ask him for anything extreme, like commit mass murder, but that wasn't to say that he wouldn't ask for something that Cloud would be comfortable with fulfilling.

Turning to give Sephiroth his attention, Cloud almost frowned as he noticed the way the teen was picking at his wrist. He wanted to ask, but...

One thing at a time.

"That depends on what it is. Is it dangerous?"