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@illeiterumveniet asked: "Hush, little culver."

Damn him. No augmentation would be worth the risks, but to have the power to combat Sephiroth himself...

No...no. You know where it leads. You know the sacrifice you must make for it. You will not be like them.

"Crawl back into your grave."

Languid viridians set upon his quarry lazy as a cat after its meal, sated and complacent. Madness holds no court here. For now.

"I will take with me all that you love. Yes, even him."

#ofdeference

heavensbled

@illeiterumveniet asked: He wants a kiss.

"Gotta behave yourself first." When he turns to look, there's no one there. Just the faintest scent of lavender and a single black feather. A cold chill ripples down his spine and he swallows back the fear.

"C'mon man..." At least have the nerve to show your face! Wait a sec...that voice wasn't... Nahhhh he's just a little sleep deprived is all right? ...... Right? Time to uh...turn in for the night. Everything will be normal again when he wakes up.

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Aeons he's waited for this, patience is in his blood. Yet he lingers in the calm of a world resigned, to spy.

Stygian wing unfurls, envelopes the light in its embrace, and drowns the SOLDIER in its soft down.

"And if I refuse?"

#heavensbled

@ofdeference asked: The First's ass is planted among papers he needs, the soft crinkle of files documenting expensive work grates his teeth. Payroll will be late if he can't get these in tonight. Hand reaches out, twirls gloved fingers around a vulnerable lock of long silver hair and TUGS. Immediately fascinated by the way the strands catch light and shine he is transfixed. Staring long and hard until the man's head turns and pulls his hand, so entwined, ever so slightly with it. He clears his throat and disengages. "If you'd be so kind as to find a seat, I'll have the details ready for you in a moment."

Unaccustomed as he is to the accosting, little else claims surprise but the Director's blatant play at familiarity. It serves a purpose if only to draw his attention from manila folder to the offending hand in question. A veiled threat echoes the ire of the room's main occupant and, with catlike grin the General rises to free the desk of his immense presence.

"My apologies, Director." Coy begets falsities, two can play at that. Yet as he rises, the brush of alloyed locks scatters papers and leaves behind the faintest hint of rose. He chooses a more appropriate seating on the couch to Tseng's left.

#ofdeference #[I yet live.]#[Resurrect with me my love of Tsephiroth.]