#c: sephiroth

[gethprime]

[hiislegacy]

[Continued from Here]

"...Oh, it can do that, yes."

Sephiroth could not look away, wondering just what sort of creature this really was before him. They felt familiar, and yet not, all at the same time. He couldn't help but to want to get closer, a little too close, as always was his way. His steps paused just a few inches away from the other, looking into his face with a hungry expression. "But yours is different..." A slow, drawn out look downwards and up with those eyes of his, as if he were assessing their very soul. "You're not human..."

@aequitaas

[rocketbirdie]

here comes trouble (make it double!)

[hiislegacy]

Pupils dilated as he heard those gentle words confirming what they both knew, and of their shared desires. Hopes and dreams were fleeting for one like himself, as he was a being far beyond the scope of man; just barely keeping hold of this life he was granted, time and time again. Each one held something different in it, much like how right now, in this very moment, did he only wish to hold onto her. Another emotion that was odd, unnatural, and yet felt so right in every way. A creature of instinct is what he became, after his fall from grace, and that was pouring into his everything as he stared deeply into her eyes.

"Fate is cruel... but we may have some peace before it's time. I shall make it so. My gift to you, my precious petal." Even though it was obvious that their destinies were not meant to be this, not even a fraction of what his cold, possibly lifeless heart, desires. This was still one he was willing to forge, to fight for, and doing so would be condemning them further in that endless void. Yet, he ignored the future, and focused on the present.

Their bodies so close, and he needed them closer, feeling a heat like no other scouring his insides. This was where he needed to be. Lips smoothly pressing to hers in the next instant, sharing a kiss so passionate and unnaturally gentle from him. Like always, were he the lion in the lamb's embrace, and only tameable in small moments like this. "Let me devour you..." Muttered words, nearly a growl as he paused to look her over again, pulling enough away to stroke back some of her hair behind her ear.

@amcryllis

His words are — well, Aerith's never... But she knows about it, of course; the place those sorts of words come from, all mingled with heat and lust. It takes her by surprise a little, the weight behind those words — everything they mean, everything they could do to her. She falters just a little, mouth hanging open and face flushing this deep sort of red.

Could she? Should she? Her body answers for her.

"You," Aerith shifts a little closer, that question flowing through her mind like water, over and over and over — was there any coming back from this? Could they still, in the end, enact what has been destined for years and years and years before either of their ancestors even set foot on this dying planet.

"You can," Aerith eventually manages to get out, lowering her gaze just a touch. "But we have to... Whatever must happen, we have to do it, even if it hurts. Even if this makes it hurt. You know that, don't you?"

It's hard to tell who she's trying to convince — herself or him, but maybe both of them needed to hear those words. Foresight of any kind comes with a price and by Gods they would have to pay it. So Aerith shuffles even closer, until their legs are almost touching, and she says what she says next with all the love and hate and everything else she has in her little body.

"There's no coming back from it." Aerith says. It's hard to tell what she's talking about, but she's sure Sephiroth can feel it too somewhere in his heart. "We can't change our minds."

[soggy-fishsticks]

@theghostavocadoe artistic rendition of that screenshot

[gethprime]

[hiislegacy]

This was not all intentional to avoid the other, -- (okay, it was definitely the case...) He had been feeling so strange, ever since that connection between himself and Cloud was ripped into several pieces, nearly non-existent. The awkward silence it had now left him almost empty, like a great feeling of loss was held in his soul.

So, it always ended up with him just not wanting to really speak to the other, nor really gaze upon him, as he once did with rapt attention, mostly because without that shared connection between them, he despised not knowing how they felt. Which was blatantly obvious now, with that sharp tone of his. From what he could gather, anger and annoyance were plainly seen, and finally did his eyes shift to look at the blonde.

"Cloud... How wonderful it is to see you. What joy you bring to the room." Sarcasm. That was his only defense, right now, and it was easily spun into his words. This was all he had to try and fight against the strangeness of not feeling the other, not understanding how to react to his anger; an emotion he once relished in seeing so clearly on that face of his. Now, it brought uncertainty, and he did wonder if this was to increase into something violent. He hoped for that...

"I must ask, though, for what do you mean? Did Aerith's words not ease your mind? Her promises that these bonds would be enough to hold me?" He gestured to the magical collar around his neck, and what would've definitely been invisible restrictions all throughout his system. He could hardly light a spark, if he wanted to, and needed permission to do anything with his powers. Never would he say it, but the lack of control was humiliating.

@phantasiiae

@hiislegacy

Everything is...weird. It's weird. Cloud never did agree with Aerith's decision to try and help Sephiroth come back to himself, whatever the fuck that meant, and now things are just so fucking weird.

It seems that they dance around each other more than anything now, neither of them wanting to admit that the bond they share is still there, despite a lack of feeling it. Cloud definitely doesn't want to admit that anything he may or may not feel for this fucking monster goes beyond surface level attraction. It feels like a betrayal, to himself, to all the people who have suffered at Sephiroth's hands, to everything.

And yet...

And yet, here they are, existing in the same room without completely throttling each other. The silence is deafening. Not being able to tell what Sephiroth is thinking puts him even more on edge than it should. So he scowls and crosses his arms before he just "What the hell do you even want? What's the point of all this?"

Well, it's...something, at least.

[hiislegacy]

"... You wanted to see me, sir?..."

Sephiroth strolled right into the room, after having an hour to clean off and prepare himself for this talk. He was lucky they gave him that much time. Those emerald eyes locked with the other's, before they flicked away, and he casually folded his arms across his chest. Just waiting. Though, you could just tell he was slightly worried, impatiently so. He knew exactly why he was here, but would be in such heavy denial over it.

@mezzomorendo

[secondarysefikura]

While Cloud is recovering his c-section Sephiroth is doing the all of the childcare(except feeding Destiny, that’s mama Cloud’s job) which he’s happy to do. He already missed out missing out on Aerith’s(or Aria as he calls her) early development thanks to Cloud’s friends stealing Cloud from him before she was even born, so he doesn’t want to miss out on Destiny’s. Plus he can also help Aerith bond with her new sister since he quickly realizes that she blames Destiny for their mom being sick, so that needs to be corrected immediately.

Also Sephiroth has a baby harness to put Destiny in when he’s doing things like laundry or cooking.

Sephiroth is a shockingly good parent, minus the whole technically holding the mother of his children hostage thing. Having lost the opportunity to spend any time with Aerith/Aria when she was growing up, he's rather desperate to ensure he doesn't miss any more moments.

Not to mention, as you said, it's a great chance for him to help Aerith/Aria bond with the baby. The last thing he needs is some sort of resentment building over the fact Cloud is being difficult and moping in bed. It's been nearly three days since the home c-section, surely he's fine by now!

Also, Sephiroth with a baby harness. Precious. You just know that Destiny always has a fistful of his hair in her mouth too.

Aerith went for dangerous things as a baby (matches, kitchen knives (how did she get on the counter?????!!!!!), really anything that Cloud and Tifa never even thought to baby proof), but Destiny goes for the hair. Loves to pull on it and put it in her mouth.

[hiislegacy]

As she attempted to blot out those pains, burying her face into the pillow, the bed creaked and something heavy made the mattress dip. The sound of metal and leather belts clinking together, materia sparking in the nonexistent light of the room, and a pair of bright emerald-green eyes peered from the darkness above her. This massive form was hunched over half of the bed, just one of those glove-covered palms resting most of their weight on the part of the bedding that had dipped downward. The monster from her restless sleep was here, was watching and waiting.

"Tifa..." That smooth voice spoke her name, almost like a whispered prayer, hoping to gain her attentions. "Sweet Tifa..."

@sweettifalockhart

Yet again, sleep evades her. No matter what the fighter does; every attempt of rest is futile. Her thoughts are loud, amplified by the silence of the night. Memories of the past; stained by that Monster's touch resurface, and no amount of convincing could get them to disappear. These memories seem... real --carved into her body and senses, just like that ghastly scar he left.

Curled up under her blanket, Tifa physically covers her ears. His voice pierces her thought and for a second she could smell the blood and feel the smoke in her lungs. Every swallow brings back that awful scratchy sensation of ash settling in her throat. But where memories should continue to form the tapestry of her past, nonsensical gaps linger, leaving questions unanswered...

Frustrated, Tifa tosses the blanket off her tired form. She buries her face in her pillow; hoping to cradle the ache beneath her eyes.

@hiislegacy | Sephiroth

[the--calamity]

10/05

KEPT

[chisecco]

did a six fanarts challenge on twitter, this is the result!

[gethprime]

Mother, together we will reclaim our world.

[hiislegacy]

There had been whispers of something coming, and not even dear Mother could have predicted that the individual approaching was one from his past. No timeline had been seen where this one survived. It was an anomaly, but one that sent Sephiroth's emotions into a bit of a turmoil. Mother could feel this, and so tried to calm him down. When that did not work, Sephiroth himself decided to intervene and a voice called from behind the other admiring his sleeping state.

"Step away from that." This voice right by his ear, so cold and demanding. "We are not yet ready to be..." A warning, and the visage of how he had been prior to falling into the lifestream was there, floating in the air, so close to the one by the chrysalis. That venomous glare was on his face, so vastly different to the famous hero of old. He was livid to see this one survive. "Your Goddess truly did save you, is that right?... Only to come and meet your end at my hand. How sad."

Sephiroth looked so perfect, and whole. The surprise that any would find his real self so quickly had alarmed him enough to send as many as he could to the area. His regeneration would need to be much quicker, if he was to compete with the likes of this one, he felt. Though, he would test this out, first, and see if there was to be conflict. Otherwise, he would rid himself of this nuisance swiftly. All worry could be felt, and he hated that such an emotion was still with him. His expression tried desperately to remain devoid of anything other than what it had currently, rage and hatred.

@hoshinierabareshimono

Dies Irae

@hiislegacy

In hindsight, Genesis had been foolish to expect anything akin to bliss at the end of his vendetta against those who had wronged him, against the planet herself for tolerating his impending death.

His DNA may have been purified of any error, any necrotic leak that was the aftermath of Hollander’s failed experiments, his battered form revitalized by the gift of the goddess he had coveted with his last strength. And yet, when he had come to himself, his perception no longer governed by pain and justified ire, it had dawned on him that his triumph over his own defective genes may have been nothing but a hollow victory.

The life he had fought to reclaim with such vehemence, after all, was no more. Angeal and Sephiroth were both dead, his sense of kinship with those more human than him erased by his newfound insight into their incorrigible nature as well as his virtual immortality.

The lofty ideal of heroism he had pursued, too, had been exposed as a mirage in equal parts conjured by Shinra and the naivety of youth.

Although Genesis would never want to return to a state of ignorance, dulling his mind with comforting delusions, he nevertheless felt compelled to acknowledge that, where there had once been the final vestiges of innocence, there was now an exquisitely bitter pain.

He thus permitted himself to mourn his past happiness in its own right, withdrawing from the world stage in the absence of a cause worthy of his attention.

Only when the planet herself called for him wearing his goddess’s distressed countenance did Genesis summon his trusted Rapier and take to the tumultuous sky on a single jet-black wing.

The planet alone had healed him and for that very reason become the object of his unreserved loyalty.

For that reason, if she feared the alien entity having taken up residence in the depths of the North Crater, Genesis would gladly dispel her sorrows.

However, when his goddess showed him glimpses of her enemy, of his ambitions to attain godhood at the cost of her continued existence, he experienced tentative hope for the first time in many years.

“So you survived, my friend,” he uttered, his voice colored with affection and reverence as he peered inside Sephiroth’s figurative and literal chrysalis.

Reaching out, he caressed the translucent crystal with a gloved hand.

[hiislegacy]

OPEN RP | Muse: Sephiroth

Darkness was all around him, and he almost wasn't certain if he managed to sleep or not. This could very well still be a dream, and that would be a rare thing for him to have in these times. Cold metal was around his wrists, ankles, and neck. There was the sound of chains clanking against surfaces, and he could feel the frigid tiles beneath his feet. His body, which usually was so unnaturally warm, was quite cold... as the temperature in this place must've been put that way on purpose. All for him.

This discomfort was ongoing, and he noticed that his wing was the part which was the most uncomfortable, for it was bound so tightly to his shoulder. With his arms forced up above his head, all this did was perpetuate the sensation, and seemed like he was due for more uneasiness. Not that it bothered him really all that much. He was made of stronger stuff, and have dealt with more than this in the past.

Sephiroth glanced ahead, trying to peer into the dark, and he heard a sound approaching from what must be a door somewhere in the dark. Even with his sharp eyes, crisp and glowing in this lack of any source of light, he was not seeing much of anything in this place. Was it a dungeon, or simply just an elaborate holding cell, tailored specifically for him? He couldn't tell. It didn't matter, though, of course. He would find a way to free himself, and had all the patience in the world for it.

[sephirthoughts]

me: -cackling evilly-

my partner: you're making people on the internet sad about sephiroth again aren't you

me: SORROW SHARED IS HALVED BABE

my partner: and sorrow posted to tumblr turns into villainous glee