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a scene that lives rent free in my head is the one where jinx interrogates silco in ep7.

i just really really like how at the beginning they show silco trying to administer is eye medicine. key word is trying, because he's struggling. the angle is all wrong, hes got his hands in the wrong places, the whole thing is awkward and uncomfortable for him.

yet, when we were first introduced to silco, he administered it with no issue. in fact it was deceptively smooth for an action that causes him pain. boom, bang, done, onto being a dangerous ganglord we go.

but now, it's awkward? now he can't do it?

the only conclusion i can draw is that he's become so used to jinx administering it that he's forgotten how to do it himself. he's essentially trusted jinx for so long with something that is so intimate that he can no longer do it himself. shes been such a constant presence in his life that mundane things such as taking his meds is difficult without her.

sort of says something about them both and their respective dependancy i think.

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For the LOZ RP community + any interested-RP others!

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[accidentally gets feelings abt sephiroth bc he used to just be a guy who deserved better]

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[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

Sephiroth Answers|| Violent Prompts || Status: No longer Accepting|| ‘Unsaid Goodbye’ || CC Verse

Something was irrefutably wrong. Genesis had not spoken the entire day despite his persistent efforts, let alone looked at his Silver companion.

Sephiroth had seen this happen before but never like this. The masks that  the redheaded rival exceeded in crafting to shield the world from trouble that lurked behind, no longer seem to fit. And where they bore cracks, there was an almost tangible heaviness that seeped and made wrong the blatant deception in his confident stride.

 "Something is troubling you." Sephiroth attempts softly, as they near the elevator. Genesis simply strode faster, stood taller, eyes shielded from behind his auburn hair, but Sephiroth could not dismiss the way the other’s lips pinched shut. Pursed tight around teeth as if to bite against a foul taste.

"The wound... perhaps? " Sephiroth tries a second time, warily. The overbearing guilt swelling up, each word a struggle to push out from where it tightened round his throat. There was only silence, understandably so, of course it was bothering him. It was still not healing...and there was only one to be blamed. and each time Genesis had been taken down, held in the dismal medical wings under careful observation he returned, less and less like he’d been before. 

This is my fault.

“Genesis, tell me what I can do to--....” 

And when the pair slowed to stand before the parting metal doors, Sephiroth reached for the other, only to feel the cold biting sting of rejection. Genesis had recoiled, jerking violently out of reach and visibly grimacing, promptly forcing his way to be first inside the doors before they had fully opened.

How repulsive the silver one was, must have been.

Dismissed, crumbling within his sturdy frozen state of horror, Sephiroth hesitates, but follows behind, gaze upon the floor, it's impossible to keep the hurt from clenching his brow, and he parts his lips several times before he is able to comprehend. Or do anything but reel from the shock. I deserve this, for losing control...The doors shut, the air within the space collapsing down around him, becomes harder to breath and Sephiroth looks up, eyes pleading, helpless, unable to find the words... anything, to undo what had been broken between them. But the words, none of them valuable, none with the gravity needed to mend the one he felt he had betrayed, failed so profoundly...  “I--...please. Gen, I’m ...sor--”

 “You don’t get it!” Genesis snarls, and it is instant, explosive, Sephiroth was unprepared when the rage came at him, the Crimson General had spun violently on his heel, drove his forearms into the taller one’s chest, the outburst hurling both against the wall and forcing the air from his lungs. 

The impact caused the Silver Elite to wince, the metal to cave in behind, and the elevator shudders to a stop. His eyes, for a moment pinched closed, blink open in rapid confused succession to meet the red emergency light blinking overhead and then down.... frantically searching the infernal blaze within the eyes below. Meeting the other that grips his collar, and trembles, those furious blues, the way they spilled over at the corners shatters Sephiroth completely. But Genesis’ hold weakens, grips tight, then slacks again and he retreats. Defeatedly ducking his head and shaking it slowly where his forehead had planted into Sephiroth’s exposed skin, but the image of what lay within that gaze was haunting; all the terror within, the pleading, panic ..pain... fear? It is all he can do to remain standing as he felt the agony tremble through Geneses’ form, only to inexplicably slouch with exhaustion for a breathless embrace around Sephiroth’s mortified being.

 “It’s not--...It’s me, I’m--...” Genesis mutters, the broken thoughts making none and entire sense, in some way, and it is automatic as Sephiroth’s arms coil gently around the other in return, scared to let go...Something felt devastatingly permanent in the way the other clung, afraid, as if he would disappear.  “I don’t want to--... ” 

He cant bare to hear it, didn’t have the strength to believe it... so as soothingly as he can muster, Sephiroth hushes his comrade, swallowing back the sickened dizziness of his racing mind...

“It’s alright. You don’t have to tell me. I’m ...here.” 

But, just... promise you will stay...

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⎈ (>:3)

||Sephiroth Answers || ‘Send A Symbol For...’ Meme ||  ⎈ - Our muses huddle to stay warm || Status ~ No Longer Accepting, For Now || 

Any foe would be preferable to this miserable cold. 

Sephiroth's gaze futilely wandered the sea of white, the green hue of his Mako eyes failing to permeate the tireless storm more than a few feet. If there truly were any Anti-ShinRa forces gathered here, then finding them would remain impossible until the flash blizzard died down.

It seemed as though, it would be a while.

The wind tearing down the mountainous slope was brutal, relentless, its roar drowned out the crunch of his boots as he made his way back to the mouth of the small cave-- which had become quite the convenient makeshift camp for two assigned SOLDIERS. The bone chilling air enough to cut through every layer of his specially designed gear, making even his sturdy being shudder beneath the heavy fabric. Frigidity seeped effortlessly into his core. Top of the line? Into the synthetic fur lining his hood the Silver General gives a disgruntled breathy laugh, "Impenetrable fabric? Hm, leave it to Shin-Ra’s finest researchers. Right." 

Ducking beneath the stone canopy, Genesis could be felt glowering toward him even before meeting those narrowed blue eyes. "Yes?" Sephiroth asks reluctantly, flicking a glance at his companion who had already bundled himself in a thermal blanket and all but hugged the fire blazing away over his mastered Materia, looking somewhat like an enraged limb-less Tonberry as he peeked out of his swaddled position. 

"Exp-pecting to actually find anything patrolling in this weather?" The snarky redhead finally chattered vehemently through his teeth, shaking just his head out from his wrap.

"Hmn. If nothing else, a sign the blizzard will let up." Sephiroth chuckled softly. "You're welcome to take the next one, if your not too comfortable that is."

"Yes, well, as uncomfortable as I may be, what I'm not is insane. You're going to get sick." Genesis huffed, feigning a dramatized shiver from his seated position, to which his silver partner only shakes his head. 

"I've never been sick before." 

It was true, but near-hypothermic on the other hand … was something he'd rather not experience again, and the threat was all too eager to remind him of its likelihood as he removed his wet jacket and hung it to dry beside the other's. A shiver subtly crawling along his spine as he approached the radiant flames, palms open as he turned them over the heat.

"Fine then h-heh, you perfectly stubborn bastard…" with a roll of his eyes Genesis groaned, relinquishing pride to give a genuine quirk of a smile. "I'm going to get sick…and if that happens, I will blame you." Then with a defiant turn of his head he glared at the wall, but not entirely hiding his amusement. "So, are you just going to stand there and let me freeze here by myself?"  

Shifting and opening his arm, he nonchalantly made a space for Sephiroth to huddle beside him, one that despite its appeal had his silver rival smirking delightfully.

"Is that your best invitation?" Sephiroth challenged, brow raised and flashing his  stubbornly defiant friend his best smirk. “ With that kind of charm, how can I resist?”

"F-fuck you."

"I'll take that as a yes." 

Climbing under the offered cover, Sephiroth's expression softens as the other's stifled shivering slowly fades, his own chill caving in kind, both sets of eyes fall onto the flickering red glow before them. As it always did… the competitive banter made room for the comfort of something softer… a thing that solidified an old silent kind of bond Sephiroth knew in no one other than the two he could claim were his only family. Loyalty, companionship…. Truly, there was nothing he valued more.

Then, that precious companion nestles into his side, scooting closer, and at first Sephiroth stiffens against the foreign sense of such a closed proximity but the heat is undeniably … soothing. Slowly he laxes against the other, welcoming the curled form with an open arm, letting Genesis nestle beneath it, even letting a content hum slip from the confines of his chest as the cold slipped further and further away.

There was something about the silence there, if he could guess, it was what some would call, a feeling of... home? Ridiculous. 

"See? Beats ...trudging away out there... doesn't it?" Genesis mumbled sleepily against Sephiroth’s chest, somehow still managing a cocky shimmy of  his shoulders as he closed his eyes.

Sephiroth shrugs, as if something wasn't softly tugging away at the corner of his lip, and making his heart beat unevenly…. "Perhaps." Closing his own eyes he leans against the cavern wall and sighs. "But, don’t think I've forgotten...the next patrol is all yours …" 

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"Are you going to leave me again?"

||Sephiroth Answers||Angst Starter Sentences || Status- Accepting ||Verse: TBD [the SAD]|| Cut for TW:Blood-Violence ||

Besides that blaring intent to kill, the fire and fury that burned in those brilliant blue eyes, there was something else... something almost entrancing.  Inwardly Sephiroth reels for that broken second, and before he could focus on anything else the blonde was above him, sword aimed determinately upon him, but the silver fiend was caught-- trapped in the glistening that gathered in his enemies enraged gaze, and Sephiroth raises his sword ...too late. Too slowly.

 Sorrow.

It had to be.

Finding it there, was his doom, and as the Buster sword scraped down Masamune’s length, the sound screamed and bit his ears but Sephiroth does not cringe simply because he knows what is about to be done. No. In that few seconds his chest had already been torn, his heart stuttered and ached even so soon, even before Cloud plunged the massive weapon through his flesh, now, that fleeting moment already felt like an eternity ago... 

Why does it feel-...

Then in this purgatory of a moment drawn into thousands, he holds those eyes even as the blonde’s feet hit the ground, and subtly...Sephiroth smiles.... watches the other's boots dig against the pavement, the way his fingers curl for a tighter grip as if to strangle his weapon's hilt... and then Calamity closes his lids- peaceful ....

...as though...this were meant to be.

But the pain comes to crush his bones and he grits his teeth as his form is forced backward, cold metal had come to split his body apart yet again. His own breath halts as he hears Cloud grunt, feel it, as the puppet uses his weight to throw his entire strength into the finishing blow.

So many lifetimes.

Sephiroth staggers when the hit collides against his bloodied torso, and he chokes out a ragged breath. He does not struggle as he is pinned to the concrete wall by that fatal infliction, it is over. Sephiroth had failed, had failed again, to that same fateful enemy. And yet... he hears only a serenity, a quietness in his mind, a pleasant and forgotten nothing. He brings his hands to grip weekly along the spine of Cloud's blade, soft gasps peppering his silver hair with blood as he steadies himself and blinks open his eyes to fall on Cloud's.

I have been alone for an eternity.

Needed a world...of my own... to keep them out, keep all, and them ...with me.

He should be enraged...try to remove the blade, he should not want ...this... but this time he cannot bring himself to fight any further.

I’m tired... 

The physical agony wreaks havoc, contorts his expression as he struggles against the haze steadily swallowing his vision. Sees the blurry form of his killer come closer, until something softly lands beside his hemorrhaging wound, pressing gently to his chest as it heaves in tattered rhythm. And it is by the quiet labored breaths, straining to hide the sorrow of their bearer, that Sephiroth knows it is Strife's forehead pressed mournfully against his bare skin....he can feel something wet land there. As if that tormented creature was shedding tears...for him. At first he chuckles... baffled, but the disbelieving sound is cut abruptly with a cough.

“So... you do feel... after all?” The dying Nightmare rasps out with a twisted amusement, stifling the dry laughter, and despite the seemingly malicious jest, his voice softens...and it is automatic as his hand reaches to hold his enemy’s head against him.

 Finally, it strikes Sephiroth as if it is the convergence of realities, memories, laughter, pain, simple pleasure, lost companions-- it is blinding, as if it were millennia of feeling....and not just his own, he felt the other’s, it was sweetly horrid, and it has all happened so many times. And at last... he cannot here HER voice any longer, yet... as the strength bleeds, and Sephiroth sinks slowly onto his unsteady legs, there is a quiet murmur beneath his chin that gives him enough to not yet give in to the darkness that tunnels around him. 

“Are you... going to leave me again?” Cloud’s muffled voice returns the smile to Sephiroth’s lip. And the only truth that was clear, was that they were the same...connected.

In this... I have ....never ...been alone.

“Only...for now...” Sephiroth leans his head to rest upon the top of Strife’s head, and he breath in his scent for the first--, “This. This is ... the only thing we are meant for...” or rather, it may have happened countless times... but it is soothing, like a  summer breeze.... And everything dims, and drifts farther. “Until next time puppet...”

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[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

||Sephiroth Answers || Soft Sentence Starters || Status- No longer accepting ||

The silver General had spent days within the dark basements of ShinRa's secretive medical wing. How many, he wouldnt know, he knew only the vague extent of lost time by the fragments of flitting consciousness and lack thereof between the hellish interruptions. Where the vivid terrors of his sedated mind were broken upon the sparce instances his eyes blinked open. And in those rare awakenings, a white clad serpant served as his only assurance that death was not what was shredding his physical body, and the veins within apart, making him upheave the nothing in his stomache. It was the voice of that wretched Hojo. His hoarse unfeeling words telling him not to panic while his eyes burn under bright overhead lamps... and the poisonous intruder in his veins broke him down from the iside. Then it was back to the fleeting blackness that tore wide to the horrors of his trecherous mind.

It was a bad reaction to an injection, so they would say, how they often did : 'a slight overdose of Mako', or this was what the official medical report would state on his personal file. Where it had been so strategically fastened to the end of his stiffly padded observation table, available for any curious visitors to read.

If he were ever allowed any.

But Sephiroth's drug induced nightmares spoke of something far more fowl, a black fluid, corrosive, polutted... ancient.

It showed him only death, fire and smoke, a planet bled of life, the blood that slipped off of his weapon, the horrid screams as he ended innocents in a time nor place that he recognized. The nightmares only worsened as the drugs began to wear off, causing him to bare his teeth and tremble where he lay.

But somewhere else, distant, but persistant there was a warmth, it slipped around his hand and held on, and slowly the twisted visions scattered to the the black, and from the touch a comfort spread a calmness through the Silver Elite's body, as if it anchored him slowly back into the waking reality. It was an unfamiliar sensation, to be held onto so tenderly, and the thumb against his skin stroked so soft it was as if the one behind it was afraid it may crumble, or vanish altogether. Either way... it was welcomed, needed, and Sephiroth lets out a soft contented groan as he slowly came to, and there he caught the subtlest scent of cider in the air, and as he pried open his impossibly heavy lids, his dry lips twitched into a smile.

His crimson companion had clearly, not only broken into his onservation room, but stolen Hojo's desk chair and sat beside his bed, blue eyes fixed in a sort of concerned scowl upon the hand he held in his.

"What's that, what you're doing with your face?" Sephiroth joked roughly, startling Genesis, whose hand promptly shot away from his and hid down somewhere atop his lap.

The smile waned for a moment, the skin of his hand feeling unnaturally chill in the dry sterile air that surrounded them.

However Sephiroth lifted from the pillow, endeared by the obvious flustered irritation on his friend's face. Sephiroth stifles his laughter as it dries his throat and turns to a short cough. "Careful...I might think you were worried for me."

"Yeah ..." Genesis mutters with overdone annoyance, but his eyes softened as they shied from the other to look on his fidgeting hands, then back up into the silver one's dull mako gleam. "Wouldn't want that."

Sephiroth's eyes shut again, the harsh light brought a pounding to his temples, but the smile he wears still turns smug, "No. You wouldn't." and as he rest his head back down onto the pillow, only to manage snatching the hand Genesis had held his own in before, and pulled it against his chest. "But I might." Sephiroth hums through another chuckle, hearing the confusion shake in his companion's breath. "You're warm. Stay a bit longer.... please."

"...I-... heh... Sure thing."

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I JUST FOUND OUT DAVID PROWSE PASSED AWAY. T-T rip our beloved OG man behind the suit.

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HWAAAHAVAA

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Help himmmm

▪▪《《 Starter Call?/ HC/: Listen, Nemain is having some broody feelings....and I just want to write an exhausted Sephiroth... perhaps injured and escaped a battle with Avalanche, and just ultimately succumbs to exhaustion and collapses. Instead of healing or forming a new scheme, he simply rests, wishing for once that he could cease to think.... Always his mind is turning, has been in every life he ever lived, and now he can tell he has limits and has reached them. Just a very despondent version of late FF7R sephiroth [maybe] who has experienced his life this way too many times... ;-; and where most lifeforces would experience rest within the lifestream, his is corrupt, he created stigma from his own hatred so now...now that he craves rest, he knows that even if he wanted to be a part of it he cannot. It's too late... (excuse Nemain, must go and sob for a moment)

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It’s been a long time, Cloud.

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DONT REPOST/EDIT

porcelain

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FF7 X Hamilton Lyrics 

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you shouldn’t be here.

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Honestly though, yeah.