Blood and Banora White

[This is an RP blog. I am roleplaying Genesis Rhapsodos from Crisis Core: Final Fantasy 7 with a personal touch courtesy of the lovely game, Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines. Genesis' vain nature just seemed to /suit/ being Ventrue, that with him also being a rich boy and all. I welcome my followers, and feel honored with the ones I may get. That being said, welcome to my blog.]

[anythingbutapuppet]

Dumbapple anyone?

[genesisrhapsodos-ventrue]

"I’d like one. If I could only eat it."

[anythingbutapuppet]

"Have you tried biting it?" It was a stupid question, but it still brought a faint smirk to his lips. 

[genesisrhapsodos-ventrue]

“It isn’t the same, Sephiroth. You don’t know what manner of monster I’ve become.”

[anythingbutapuppet]

"One that cannot bite. Or so it seems." He replied mockingly, his teasing smirk growing.

[genesisrhapsodos-ventrue]

"I CAN BITE!" the ginger yelled with a sudden glare. His short temper was something he was known for sometimes, but mostly among his friends. Angeal, and the silver-haired super SOLDIER standing in front of him. Sephiroth.

[anythingbutapuppet]

Dumbapple anyone?

[genesisrhapsodos-ventrue]

"I’d like one. If I could only eat it."

[anythingbutapuppet]

"Have you tried biting it?" It was a stupid question, but it still brought a faint smirk to his lips. 

[genesisrhapsodos-ventrue]

"It isn't the same, Sephiroth. You don't know what manner of monster I've become."

[yazisthegreatest]

[anythingbutapuppet]

Dumbapple anyone?

[genesisrhapsodos-ventrue]

"I'd like one. If I could only eat it."

[aaaaaaaaaasdfh]

[thetavernknight]

[notactuallythor]

[hokkaido-the-hellbeast-deactiva]

[liltedlullaby-deactivated202109]

Carbs do not make you fat.

Nothing in moderation makes a difference to how your body looks.

It’s ok to treat yourself!

Your body can handle extra calories relatively frequently.

Water has no calories.

Sugar is not the devil.

Pasta is not the devil.

No food in the world...

[genesisrhapsodos-ventrue]

[genesisrhapsodos-ventrue]

[genesisrhapsodos-ventrue]

Degradation.

Minerva,

The degradation ceased to happen. I know it's something I should be thankful for, but I've found reason to pause. I wake up with insatiable hunger, I sleep my days off, days I would rather take a walk around Midgar, or even the remnants of my hometown of Banora, I'm thinking it's a medical condition. Please, let it be a medical condition. Let it be a flu, or a cold. Some sort of parasite? I don't know.

My days leave me sleeping, my nights I walk around the apartment, hoping for something to fill me, but everything I eat doesn't. Everything I eat, I vomit it back up. Everything I eat, even the apples, they taste like cigarette ash. Sulfur. The smoke from matches and inhalation of birthday candles.

My birthday was a few months back, January. I didn't throw a party.

The nights I go for walks, I seem to black out near people, suddenly they fear me, and the insatiable hunger is gone. I wipe red from my mouth and wonder if the "medical" condition is related to tuberculosis. I remember when the degradation was in its final stages, I'd cough up blood. The degradation stopped, I look exactly how I did before it started. I feel better, and yet at the same time, strange.

The Goddess sent her regards, and I don't know what she did to me. But, I'm different now. I'm paler, and I'm still hoping it's some sort of medical condition. I only ever paled out when I was sick. So, shouldn't it be that? It'd be easier if I knew.

Angeal, Sephiroth, I'm sorry.