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It caaaaaaaame!!

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Also, a very gentle reminder that I will not be following the ultimania lore for Roche. So this blog is probably classed as heavily canon-divergent. I worked way too hard on my HC's to just give them up now.

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A sense of relief to finally come to rest, even if there was no telling just how long that rest would be, or if he'd actually rest at all. Though his body ached and cried out to relent, Roche's mind raced still - thoughts of his unit still laying to waste in the gully, coupled with the glittering sheen of steel which had almost rendered him the same fate.

The wonderment had long since worn off, dissolved into a baffling and thick sensation nestled deep in the chest which Roche could truly make no real sense of, and when the cohort offered his help to relieve him of the heavy load, the teen offered little more than an absent nod of his head. At least initially despite the remainder of Lucky's quizzing going mostly ignored.

Difficult to tell in that moment if he was simply cracking a joke, or being sarcastic. Roche was quite certain, however, that it was simply the former.

Would it be that he were granted the time to come to terms with the day, with his emotions he didn't quite understand, and the dynamics of this new team he had found himself a member. Alas, time was not a virtue here in the heart of war.

Do or die.

The young infantryman took the opportunity to park himself upon a nearby rock, elbows resting against his knees, if only for a sliver of respite from the weight, both physical and emotional. A moment was all he needed, while the SOLDIER busied himself with the tasks needed to prepare a campsite until his bright gaze would flicker the cohort's way.

The words were there to speak, but sitting there, doing nothing... it didn't feel... proper. Getting to his feet - lead weights on the ends of his legs - the young rookie closed that distance, removed the glove to his right hand and extended it to the SOLDIER, his saviour, the only one of the three of them who had truly given him the time of day, at least in his eyes.

"Sir? I never thanked you for what you did for me today. I owe you my life..."

The monster carcass was long gone behind them by the time Sephiroth came to a stop, and the moon was far high above them. In the deep hours of the night, the sounds of battle had become sparse and distant, far away echoes of gunfire that sporadically marked the passing of time like the ominous tolls of a church's bells.

Exhausted on both sides, both factions had begun to withdraw to rest and recuperate, and the team leader had chosen to do the same. He knew their escorted member could not possibly match the same standards of endurance as a SOLDIER, most especially not at such a young age.

Gathering the team atop a cleared cliff's edge hugging the side of the mountain, Sephiroth shortly ordered to set up camp. Both he and one of his subordinates stepped away to secure the perimeter, while Lucky turned to give a strained smile at the grunt and heaved a sigh.

His hands reached up to the base of the helmet and unclasped the chin strap. Blonde messy bangs fell around a youthful face that did not belong on a battlefield.

"Phew~! I'm beat. It's so spiffy trying to breathe with this thing on." He said, taking in fresh air with the carefreeness of a tourist hiking for pleasure. Then, he moved over to Roche. "Let's get this thing off you, eh? Let me help. You did great, by the way. Not a single complaint. Do you do this often?"

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And Sephiroth was that better man, a better man than whoever this was sitting in front of him right then. Roche knew a blatant brush-off when he witnessed one, oh, countless times had he been on the receiving end from many a man or peer.

But not the general, not Sephiroth.

Any SOLDIER worth his salt would take those words as a direct order, and leave with his tail tucked shamefully between his legs. The Second, of course, would have other ideas; brazen to a fault and with as much respect for authority as a desert receives rain.

Sephiroth of all people should know this about him, or had he forgotten in this self-made stupor of absent discovery?

He leans towards that desk once more, hopeful to catch his leader's eye as he spreads both palms against the wooden surface between the plethora of tomes which had yet to yield these so-called answers the Silver SOLDIER was looking for.

"And what exactly are you hoping to find among the mindless rambling of mad men, hm? You know the lies and deception already. It clings to us like rising damp." Tone devoid of humour and pomp, a deadpan expression accompanied by a light lilt of his head.

"This is not the way, and you damn well know it, Sephiroth."

The Second wasn't even finished with his theatrical, dispassionate shpiel when Sephiroth looked away. Resting his head against the gloved tips of his digits, he closed his eyes to conceal their irritated roll and slowly inhaled a disgruntled sigh. His face bore traces of exhaustion, physical and psychological, and hiding it was becoming increasingly difficult.

"How touching." He rebutted shortly, without raising his look to meet that heartfelt display of loyalty as a better man would. "Then, do me a favor as my friend, and leave me be. There's no such thing as rest for me out there. Not until I have my answers."

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HURT / COMFORT STATEMENTS THAT HIT ME RIGHT IN THE FEELS

pardon me please, i'm just having a moment. possible tw for suicidal ideation and references to death and loss. bonus points for specifying a scenario!

from those who are struggling. ❝ i never thought i'd ever make it this far. ❞ ❝ ... when were you going to tell me about this? ❞ ❝ i don't ever want you to die. please ... don't die ... ❞ ❝ we had our whole lives planned out. ❞ ❝ i just can't, it's too much. it's too fucking much. ❞ ❝ losing him/her/them was the cruelest thing i've ever experienced. ❞ ❝ people say things like, 'you're going green with envy', or 'there's smoke coming out of your ears'. you think they'd come up with a statement like that that describes someone who's in constant pain like this ... ? ❞ ❝ sometimes you need to make room for grief. make time for it. embrace it. it's all i've been doing as of late. ❞ ❝ how is it possible to hurt this much when nothing's wrong? ❞ ❝ drowning in sadness is more fulfilling than drowning in pleasure these days. ❞ ❝ it's hard to let go of the fact that i'm probably going to outlive everyone else in my life. ❞ ❝ i've already lost everything near and dear to my heart. everything except for you. ❞ ❝ i'm just so tired. i just want to go to sleep and never wake up again. ❞ ❝ i was so close to giving up once. ❞ ❝ i don't want him/her/them to die alone. i'd never forgive myself. ❞ ❝ please, don't go ... i just need to feel your arms around me ... ❞ ❝ there's a reason why i hide my emotions locked in a metal cage so deep in my heart. it's so i won't get hurt like this again. ❞ ❝ i've always had to deal with these kinds of things alone. i don't need your help. ❞ ❝ it was my fault. i did this to him/her/them ... ❞ ❝ i can't even see my future anymore. i don't want to. ❞ ❝ there's no way i could possibly be this important to you. ❞ ❝ if i lose him/her/them, then there'll be nothing else for me to live for. ❞ ❝ i don't see a point anymore. in going on, i mean. ❞ ❝ time won't slow down. it never does. i had to learn that the hard way early on. ❞ ❝ go away ... please, just go away. ❞

from those offering support. ❝ ... i'm sorry. i'm so, so fucking sorry that you had to lose him/her/them. ❞ ❝ it wasn't your fault. you did everything you could. ❞ ❝ just remember they'll always be in your heart. ❞ ❝ i don't know what to say to make you feel better, but ... i'm here for you, if that means anything. ❞ ❝ believe it or not ... i know how you feel. i've been through this exact same thing. ❞ ❝ he/she/they loved you. he/she/they loved you so much. trust me ... i know. ❞ ❝ you're not alone. i promise you, you're not alone. ❞ ❝ don't worry, i'll stay. i'm not going anywhere. ❞ ❝ you've been through so much ... be kind to yourself. please. ❞ ❝ it's okay to cry. you don't have to hide your emotions around me. ❞ ❝ you don't have to talk to me. hell, you don't even have to look at me. but, please ... give me a sign that you're hearing what i have to say. ❞ ❝ please ... don't tell me that you'd choose to spend eternity up there with him/her/them over an eternity with me ... ❞ ❝ you're grieving. it's an understandable reaction. but you should rest. you've been overexerting yourself far too much lately. ❞ ❝ the man/woman/person who you lost, who loved you ... he/she/they wouldn't want to see you doing this to yourself. ❞ ❝ crying is your body's way of telling you that you've been keeping everything in for way too long. so let it out. you're safe here. ❞ ❝ sadness is like an ocean. sometimes we drown in it, but other times, we're forced to swim in it. ❞ ❝ as long as i'm here, you'll never not have anyone ever again. ❞ ❝ i hope you know that you can talk to me about anything at all. share anything you need to get off your chest. i'm here for you. ❞ ❝ love is often felt the most in your favorite memories. honor him/her/them by remembering all the happiness he/she/they gave you. ❞ ❝ if you don't feel strong right now, then you don't have to be strong. it's okay to be vulnerable, weak, scared, and sad. ❞

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Plotted starter for @poeticphoenix

Ominous had that strange message been not a day prior; co-ordinates, a date and time and nothing more. Ominous enough that Roche had felt compelled to follow, a path which lead him out into the flats far south of Midgar; an ancient bunker sunk deep into the earth.

Ascending each step felt like traversing into the bowels of the underworld, musty and crumbling, damp running down the walls of this crippled and unlit place. Difficult to fathom - given the piles of forgotten books and papers littered about the place, left to rot...

Left to rot.

Foreshadowing at its finest as he stands there in the centre of this derelict old room.

Time was not of the essence, however, no true chance to explore when the patter of brittle plaster would draw Roche's attention back to those aged stone steps.

He's uncertain what he's supposed to be feeling when he's faced with the silhouette of one Genesis Rhapsodos blotting out what little daylight could penetrate the deep bunker.

"... and they say romance is dead..."

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Am here to to some write and maybe some doodles on the side. But I will eat first and then I'm ON IT!!

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Watch me move!      Cut me loose!           Let me do what I do~!

                                              I’m a living legend!

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"Just to clarify, those who fail to worship the glory that is the unfaded pompadour shall be put to the sword. I don't make the rules~"

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I dunno, I made a thing. Because this guy has been super inactive for a while, mostly due to lack of muse but my god is he SCREAMING at me now. But also because of some... unpleasant people trying to ruin the fun for me.

But they're gone now, lol. I feel like I can start anew here~

Come plot with me so we can write daft stories together :)

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I feel like everyone needs reminding that Roche is gorgeous and I love him ;;

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When you draw something super quick because you were inspired, and it's not the best thing in the world but you love it anyway so you pop it on tumblr to show it to your friends and a popular blog finds it, reblogs it and COMPLIMENTS it and then all these people want it on their dash and are liking it and just...

I want to cry ❤️

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"... that's not a knock-knock joke..."

He doesn't get it.

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"... you should continue with the knock-knock jokes. far less droll."

"I'm not your entertainer, SOLDIER." He replies with a calm but serious voice. Which to be fair, it's the voice Cyno always uses. "My jokes are out of necessity. If you need one, though, all you need is to ask."

He actually had one just now.

"Why did the mercenary miss his Omni-Slash? Because he used a Busted Sword."

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Contrary to popular belief, Roche was sometimes an active member of ShinRa's close-knit society, typically when a vehicle needed special attention in the garage.

But one red-haired First Class SOLDIER was making that task exceedingly difficult this cool winter afternoon.

The Third makes little effort to cringe away from Genesis' advances, even when that first kiss upon the cheek, turned to two, a third on the brow and then a fourth on the shell of his ear.

Instead, when the other man was moving in for the fifth, Roche would turn, facing the man he wished was his full-time lover, grasping him by that slender, gorgeous waist before turning and sprawling the bard's back along the workbench the blond had previously been working.

Mouth's clash in a hot, wet and desperate kiss, the kind which quenched the thirst of a thousand dying men. A low rumbling groan escaped the blond while he worked his thigh between the First's legs if only to take pleasure in the heat pooling there, before he dared to pull away with a click of passionate lips.

"Anyone would think you're trying to seduce me down here in the depths, hm~?"

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I am planning to do a lil RP tonight, but man I am so hungry I can't even THINK right now

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