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INDIE. PRIVATE. MULTIFANDOM FRIENDLY SEPHIROTH.CANON + AU. WRITTEN BY SIN.

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   “ IF I SELL, YOU’LL BUY. DON’T FEEL, JUST SIGN.                     SIGN THE DOTTED LINE. “ indie. private. selective. 18+ zodick from ILLBLEED. drawn and written by SIN.

[onewingedcrisis]

multixmused​:

“Yeah? Some rest sounds great actually.” As much as he was willing to listen to Sephiroth if he had more he wanted to share, he was in fact, tired. Exhausted from a days worth of not resting like he probably should have and he was worried that he might nod off and accidentally offend Sephiroth. 

At least he thought ahead and brought what he needed, assuming he would need to rest at the bar before going back to the House. 

Getting back to his feet, he gestured for the other to follow him upstairs. “The beds might not be the most comfortable but it’s enough to sleep on for a night or two. As long as you need. The proprietor isn’t in and I don’t know when she’ll get back so I’ve just been keeping an eye on the place for her.” 

   happy to hear the other agree and not testify, he was more than ready to be behind a closed door without another, to allow these horrid emotions flow out in silence and wish for that hatred to burn freely once again without conflict. but for the next minute, he has to play it off as fine. like a stone statue, void of it all. avoiding eye contact, he does catch the gesture, glancing upward then trailing behind. the proprietor, he wondered who might that be, but there’d be no question. just thankful for somewhere for the night. perhaps he could fly from the coop at sunrise before anyone else arrived. “ that is fine. i am sure i have slept on worse. i appreciate whatever is given. “ he mutters. “ i can be out of here in the morning, right as the sun comes. “

[onewingedcrisis]

multixmused​:

“Oh–” His face scrunched up at that. He had heard of Hojo. Again, word of mouth. Rumors. Not many seemed to like him from what he gathered and the picture he’d seen in some flyer or magazine gave him the creeps. He was head of one of the departments he was pretty sure but aside from that, he didn’t know the man personally. Not that he wanted to. 

“I didn’t know he had a son. You don’t look anything like him– And that’s a good thing, really. But it’s a shame he’s still around. I’m not one for killing, not unless it’s necessary but from what I’ve heard, that’s someone who does not deserve to return to the planet.” He let out a little huff, shaking his head, before he gave Sephiroth a reassuring smile.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. My trauma doesn’t trump yours and vice-versa. I don’t mind listening if you need someone to talk to. Consider me a friend. That’s what friends do.”

   within the corner of his eye, the angel could see that reaction. no shock. many people didn’t see hojo as some sort of idol, rather off putting. even people who worked with the professor found him to be something best avoided when there were no projects needing their assistance. some may have refused, but never would they again. punishments were given freely. all in the name of science, he’d say. to further it. there’s some hurt in those words. though sephiroth knew it was kept on the low, very few people knew and most were no longer alive. it only added to the belief that he was just never good enough for the man. he was not kin, but a new project for all new horrors and not a single person could’ve stepped in. rarely did hojo even ever mention it anyway, instead he spoke to the angel as a trophy. the biggest breakthrough of all. children wish to make their parents proud, they wish to be loved, and when it doesn’t occur. it’s damaging. especially when they find out the hell they went through was just that. hell. far from affection. “ yeah. “ is the only word that can escape between his lips. that wing seem to press harder on his back, muscles tightening. it’s then he’s caught off guard. friend? it’d been ages since he had one of those, and well, it didn’t end well. if biggs had know the chaos sephiroth had caused perhaps such a word wouldn’t have come out. he was a nightmare. there’s a strange pain in his throat, those tear ducts threatening to fill and flow as arms come out and grasp each other tightly crossed. what was this? these cruel feelings? they were not the hate that kept him warm. attempting to play it off and disguise it all. “ i appreciate it. perhaps after some rest. .this can continue.”

[onewingedcrisis]

   i must apologize i haven’t gotten a lot of replies done today but like my brain has been replaying this video over and over in my head so you see the problem here

[onewingedcrisis]

multixmused​:

“Ah–” 

That explained Sephiroth’s confusion about Biggs inability to hate after the plate fall. If the man had been through a lot on his own,  then his hate is probably justified, especially (and he was pretty sure he was connecting the dots right) if it was at the hands of Shinra. There was really no other place he could picture human experimentation being something of a norm. No one in the slums would be able to afford it and if they could, they’d probably be funded by Shinra. 

He’d heard rumors of what went on in the upper levels of the building. He’d never been himself. He mostly stuck to the lower levels and outer perimeters. He knew how to get into the reactors. He could probably find a way to get in to the actual building itself but they’d never needed a reason to. 

“Well, if it’s worth anything, your dad sounds like a real piece of work. Glad you’re down here now and not stuck up there with him, if he’s still alive.” 

   why was he opening up? it rattled his mind, it was strange, it felt alien and. . dangerous. all those within this life had only used information against him, finding weak points to terrorize. some acted like they cared, but when it all came down to it, they turned their backs on him or went a step further to stab him in a very literal sense. what was different now? what was this man? he was a mere mortal, one out of thousands, what was it? it was a headache to try to put the pieces together. .what were the pieces anyway? like it had been made clear. his father saw him as nothing. why would anyone else see something? “ he’s alive. “ he mutters, almost weakly. it’s hard to find words. “ professor hojo. everyone knows the name. .” his heart palpitates at even allowing the name to come from his own mouth and then to hear it. he hated him. but he feared him. out of everything in this world and the next, he feared that monster most. he could almost hear that laughter again. a shake of the head. he shouldn’t fear him. .sephiroth was a god now, why did he fear a simple man? everything was so confusing. he thought he knew it all, he didn’t. “ i don’t mean to spill guts. you are dealing with your own, you helped me out there and that should be enough. “ words meant to play inside, play outside.

[onewingedcrisis]

multixmused​:

“Well, I’m nothing if not patient.” He muses, slumping back in the chair a little. If he were with his friends or back at the Leaf House where the children and other teachers fretted and worried, he would have put up more of a front. Pretended he was okay until he was back in his little room across from the orphanage, but sitting there with Sephiroth, he didn’t feel the need to. Especially not since the other was sharing his experiences with him. 

“It’s fine, if I don’t get used to it though. I want to get a prosthetic. I’m not sure if there’s anyone in Midgar that makes them. I’ll have to look into it but I know there’s places outside of the city that I could look.” 

He glances up to where Sephiroth is standing, takes note of the scar that’s visible. His head tilts a little curiously. “It sounds like you’ve got quite a few stories to tell. Like you’ve lead a pretty interesting life. Have you ever been out of Midgar?” He asks curiously. 

   at least the other had patience. something sephiroth only had depending on the situation, likely something he, himself needed to work on. especially when things didn’t go all according to plan. a bit difficult when a alien god is on you at all times and can use you as a vessel however. but that isn’t something biggs would understand, and not exactly something sephiroth would speak of. or really, admit too. mother knew best. she always did. even if it hurt. a prosthetic. now, that may be something the angel could locate. up above, sometimes he recalled seeing some in the labs. .the labs. the idea of reentering those quarters wasn’t ideal. why is he even considering helping another? how bizarre it was for him. slightly confused, perhaps the information alone would do the man good. lost in thought, the response can’t come as a new trail or words comes at him with a question. bringing him back to his surroundings. “ i wouldn’t say that. more of a tragedy, really. “ the words play from his cords without thought. words kept behind a lock and key. “ a body that didn’t match, a father with a god complex who ultimately decides his own child is the right test subject because the child isn’t good enough. .” he can feel that cold steel of the operating table. sure, help was given to free him of what made the body wrong, but it was almost nothing compared to the amount of unethical experiments. perhaps only the good deeds were done to make him feel rewarded in a sick way. not that he was even suppose to recall it all. he’s realizing what’s been freed from his own as he feels a single tear form in one of his ducts. while it was only the tip of the ice berg, no more could release. clearing his throat, he attempts to slyly wipe the tear. “ it’s not all that interesting. “

[memetaped]

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[onewingedcrisis]

multixmused​:

“It sounds like it would be less painful. More peaceful than anything. It sounds nice, weirdly enough.” He muses, surprised that the morbid change of topic hasn’t actually really dampened the tone or mood. It was just a normal conversation really and it was nice having someone who seemed to really know what it was like and what he was talking about. 

Grabbing an overturned chair with his hand and fixing it, he sits down with a little sigh. The walk to get to sector 7 was usually enough to tire him out and while he had taken a break between arriving and then scavenging, he was starting to feel the wear and tear with not being at 100%. 

“I’m alright.” He offers the other a small smile, grateful for the barely concealed concern. “Just a little winded. Sometimes it feels like it’s still there, when I go to grab something you know? It’s odd, looking down and seeing it’s gone. My brain just forgets it’s gone. I’m lucky this is the worst of it really. “ 

   a nod is given in agreement. pleased that biggs saw it as such now, rather than being focused on wanting to go out with a bang, something often more agonizing, even if the person felt they left their mark or fulfilled their purpose. was it really worth it? couldn’t one do just that over time and go when their body could do no more later? but how was he to know. he stands tall, not far from where the other takes a seat. the exhaustion was clear to sephiroth. a man could only handle so much and with something traumatic done to the body, rather recently as well, there was more of a limit until recovery was made and the person could adapt. listening, while understanding and knowing exactly what biggs described, it certainly was not the same in terms of what was lost and the situation at hand. .but maybe speaking of it would help. for once, those striking eyes travel away to the floor. perhaps anxious of what would now play off the tongue. “ phantom pains. “ there’s a pause as he confirms if it’s something he would mention. “ it’s been with you for so many years, your body will believe it to be there for some time, until it realizes and adapts to the situation. it can take a few months, or a year. it’s different for everyone. i know it, though it’s been ages since it’s inflicted me. “ he’ll continue, just not specify. “ my situation was far different, something to better my own life. weight off my chest, strangely those pains came, but only for a short time. it ends. patience is key. “ the scars that line beneath his pectorals, faded near the center but darkened as they went in, visible considering the attire he wore, held the details.

[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .    ‘ my ’ muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .  gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse . ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .   ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→    𝐈𝐕 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

[onewingedcrisis]

multixmused​:

“Nah, nah. I went out with a bang already. Sort of. It’s mostly a blur but I had my excitement. As anticlimactic as old age is, it sounds nicer than the alternative.” He didn’t remember much. He’d been shot for sure. There was his talk with Cloud and then just…nothing. Not even a sound. He thought he’d return to the planet and it would be peaceful but if had, even briefly, he didn’t know. The pillar coming down and the plate with it, he didn’t recall any of that either. He didn’t know how he survived or who even found him. It was nothing and then pain and waking and confusion. 

“I appreciate that the lost or fate or whoever, thinks I still have stuff to do but I’m not getting much done till I’m fully recovered.” He gestured around the bar as they stepped in. “Welcome to Seventh Heaven. There’s a few beds upstairs so you can crash up there. I stored some food here too, if you’re hungry.”

   “ you assume it only happens once in someone’s lifetime. “ his voice has become slightly softer, but still monotone. “ while i did not die from age, one can believe it is more peaceful. there is less. .agony. “ it was rather interesting hearing another speak of how they wished they would have gone, that someone had even been brought back like himself. however, different reasons, different circumstances. sephiroth knew no souls would have dragged him back as they did the other. they feared him. what ones clung on held immense rage, mad at the world and whatever toke them out, desperate for a guide, believing he was the one as they felt the flames within him too. blindly, like a moth to a flame. it rarely ended well. for the spirits, that is. .it was easy for the angel to make them do as he pleased within nothing given in return. just because they felt the same didn’t mean they were worth the time. some were more ill fated than he. a nod of understanding. that was obvious. healing took time, and whatever biggs was fated to do would wait. sephiroth found curiosity in just what that destiny was. but the thought was interrupted by the introduction to the old place. taking a step in, eyes taking in all the details. despite some damage, little scuffs, it was. .homey for a bar. suppose there was a meaning for the word heaven in the name. ironic for a angel, i’ll be it a damned one, to be within it’s hold now. he turns to the other before speaking once more. “i appreciate it. a place to rest is enough alone, you don’t need me going through your food. “ a pause. “ will you be alright? a injury like that can do more than most know. mentally. “ he’s attempting to mask any concern within his tone, but it may not be the best effort.

[onewingedcrisis]

   considering a talk in a thread. in all seriousness, could sephiroth be in a relationship? yes. of course like my rules state, with chemistry. i’m not shoving him into everything. chemistry is very important, and i feel especially for sephiroth. he’s closed off, he has major ptsd, doesn’t trust anyone, has a phobia of even being touched, ect. i feel it’d be incredible for a chemistry to occur where someone helps a character like him and is patient and understanding. one step at a time ya know?

[onewingedcrisis]

multixmused​:

So the man wasn’t romantic but he wanted to be romanced? Or he at least thought the idea was nice. Biggs got it. It looked cute, from what he’d seen around different sectors. The relationships that actually stuck. That lasted. There were more than one would expect in the slums but sometimes, when you didn’t have much else, at least there was someone there to share it with you, he guessed. 

The gesture of comfort, is appreciated. Surrounded by kids all day, he didn’t have anyone to talk to about the experience. His friends were all missing and he was still recovering so he couldn’t go after them. He’d kept it to himself because how did you tell someone you were pretty sure you died? Hearing it confirmed, though he isn’t sure how Sephiroth knows that exactly, leaves him feeling a little unsettled. Was he supposed to die up there, or did he have something still left to do?

“They?” He looks perplexed, moving again to get the door to the tavern open. “I always thought I’d go out with a bang, you know? Up there, that was it. Dying of old age now sounds anticlimactic.” 

   it was dawning on the angel such words opened him up, a slight panic that is soon shot away when the conversation is not continued, but refocused on death. a topic like such loses it’s anxiety when you’ve experienced it and come back as more than a man, but a god. sensing a shift in biggs, that uneasy type of feeling. the look of the other only confirming. “ the lost. “ he states, trailing behind. “ those who don’t join with the planet just yet. some out of anger, some with a purpose. “ a pause as he thinks of what words he had heard. wanting to go out with a bang. many spoke like that, so many felt it was the only way to leave a mark, a legacy. sephiroth never felt that way, but it’s not like he ever could now. death seemed to refuse to keep him in it’s grasps. jenova’s cells likely the reason for this. he wasn’t human. “ you may go out with a bang. who was to say that was the only? it just wasn’t the end here. should you not cherish and find peace in that? “

[onewingedcrisis]

   well didn’t she have a lip on her. sephiroth was a bit surprised, but not totally. he recalled that face, more so the mother connected to it that shared very similar features. what hojo had done. while it had freed the angel from the tortures, for some time, empathy was felt but shoved down. away. kept behind lock and key, as emotion was weakness, if not hate. or so he believed in order to survive and be a victim no more. a puff of air comes from the nose, like a bull flaring it’s nostrils. cat-like eyes focused as he dare not blink. war taught him anyone can move within a mere instant if your not careful. that lack of trust in even a mere person cause by years of trauma but not like he’d admit that. never. “ if you must know, the planet calls. “ his voice is chilling yet smooth. a hand gesturing further down the path. “ not something you’d understand, isn’t that right? “ a corner of his lips tugs in a temporary smirk. almost mocking. a strong gust of wind slipping along, following his gesture, with it, a few black feathers seem to appear from no visible source. being whisked away a few steps to even a few feet before finding the ground. @prayersfromaerith​ // continued from x !

[onewingedcrisis]

cloudyfenrir​:

“Do not bump into others. I will remember that for next time. Thank you for teaching me.” The android looks around at himself, processing that he’s on the floor and needs to get up. The movements are deliberate and making sure he is careful when rising from the shining floor. CLOUD doesn’t even register that Sephiroth didn’t help him up, any kind of social cues are lost on him as they have not been taught yet.

“I am from the [Research Department.]” CLOUD looks around. “This is not the [Research Department.]” Blue eyes look up at green ones once more, having no clue of this famed soldier thus meant no fear of the other.

“My name is Project: CLOUD. Please identify yourself.” CLOUD requests, “I have not seen you before.”

   strange. that’s really the first thing that crosses the angel’s mind as he observes the other and simply listens to his way of speech. about what was expected of such a entity, but still, not something sephiroth could say he was use to. resting a hand upon his own hip, that rather emotionless facade never really going away. research department. it likely was the project he’d caught word of after all, i’ll be it through listening in on a conversation. the name even seems familiar. why had it ended up here? had they really believed life could be made and just left without some sort of barrier? even dogs would run to explore if there’s a opening in sight, curiosity driving them. which, curiosity is what he saw in cloud’s eyes. finally, the solider speaks, breaking his own silence. “ sephiroth. “ backtracking now, he continues. “ i assume you aren’t supposed to be here. “

[onewingedcrisis]

multixmused​:

“Hm. Cold, tough exterior? You seem more of the tough love sort of person, over the hopeless romantic type. But I’m not exactly an expert.” He chuckled at the tease, waving him off. He definitely lacked in the romantic department. Mostly due to the fact that it was never a priority. Not when he had the Leaf House to look after and Avalanche to help. Time was never on his side and he just put it on the back burner. Didn’t mean he couldn’t tease the other about it still though. 

“No?” Walking ahead of Sephiroth, he turns, walking backwards towards the bar. “Been in Deaths arms once before…That’s a poetic way to put it–” He should be more surprised. He should be stunned or shocked. Instead, he sort of understood. “So…you’ve died before?” He asked, slowing to a stop by the wrecked porch of the bar. He frowned a little, rubbing a hand against the shoulder of his missing arm.

“I think…I might have too. When the plate fell. I should have died. It felt like I died–But then I woke up. Don’t think I’ll get the…never aging benefits you got though.” 

   “ well i didn’t say i wasn’t exactly the romantic one. just that it’s nice when someone else is. “ which was the truth. a truth to him at least, just didn’t have any actual grounds to stand on and with how life played itself out, likely there was never going to be evidence for a claim like that. jenova had plans for the angel and those plans only held destruction. wars without love of any kind. which was fine, in reality, how could a relationship work when he held no trust in others? to the point where even the slightest bit of touch sent him back to the fear he felt on that cold, metal table in the labs with scientists hovering over him. poetic? that was a word used to describe someone else. he choose to ignore those words, but not give a reaction indicating emotion associated with it. “ i have. “ a small dip of the head is given as a nod. nothing more as he just lends a ear, observing the other’s body language. he can tell there’s pain inside, stepping forward, beside the other. his eyes travel to the building itself, once more that blackened wing visible, stretching out to hover over the shoulders and back of the other. a gesture to comfort, but it too avoid actual touch. after a moment he speaks, playing off and guiding attention away from it, though it’d probably defeat the purpose intended. it was just alien for him, he only did what he’d seen other do. “ you did. “ he feels those same spirits at a distance now, a message from them traveling to him, some words lost, but the basics are there. “ they led you back though. perhaps they feel you have a purpose. “with that he slowly allows his wing to refold and rest. “ that death wasn’t a part of your destiny it seems. can’t say aging isn’t though. “

[cloudyfenrir]

@onewingedcrisis​ liked for a starter with Project: CLOUD

The Research Department needs to work on their security, a curious android will wander off at any moment to see the world outside of those glass doors. His sense of direction was a work in progress and it didn’t take long for him to get lost within the large building. Project: CLOUD didn’t seem to mind as he was too busy being fascinated by his surroundings.

The expensive project was following some soldiers, for the second he wasn’t looking where he was going, captivated by the tree in the middle of the dining hall, CLOUD bumped into someone. Falling onto his backside, the curious android peers up at the man before him, apertures wide as he tries to scan them for any identity.

[onewingedcrisis]

      sephiroth stood tall amongst the others within the hall, sticking out like a sore thumb with his arms folded. simply observing the lower classes as they travelled around and carried on with their own needs and duties given. so it was a bit startling when he felt someone bump into his back, honestly more freaked out by the contact made. he hated it. it always felt like his nerves were on fire from the sheer panic the second it happened. forming a pit in his stomach, hands falling to his sides, swiftly the solider turns to see who the culprit was, as most around here paid attention and a good majority knew to avoid laying a finger on the man. not seeing someone near eye level, those feline eyes travel down to find the android. clearly it was a accident, so it will go without scolding. his own confusion is cleared as he recalls overhearing some talk of a project described to be similar to what was before him. anyone would naturally lend a hand to help someone up but. .he can’t. fingers gives a twitch as though the thought had been there, but no other motion is made. “ i’d suggest being a bit more careful, some people around here might get a little agitated if you go running into them. “ a pause before continuing. “ are you supposed to even be around here? “

[onewingedcrisis]

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“More romantic he says!” Biggs barked out a laugh. He didn’t peg the other as a romantic, which might have been why he thought it so funny. “Let me find a copy of Loveless or something. Some people find that super romantic.” With the way the other was yawning, he guessed he was tired. He picked up the pace a little, the lone bar, held upright in the middle of the wreckage, coming into view. 

“You don’t look that old, honestly. Not much older than me at least.” He hummed in thought. “I’m not even sure anyone delivers hand written mail anymore. I’d have to ask around. Find a delivery boy or something. Or, as you said, get my hand on a bird.” 

   “ is that so hard to believe?  what did you expect? “ while his features remain rather stone-like, a brow does raise. rather surprised by the other’s response but not offended. truth be told, it’s not like sephiroth actually really had experience in the whole romance scene. or dating in general. he’d been alone for a lifetime, a lone wolf that would dream but had fears of said dreams. considering how all non romantic relationships usually ended up anyway. people only aimed to hurt one another. then a small shake of the head follows. “ well aren’t you the expert, romeo. “ his eyes finally catch sight of that roughed up bar. how strange it stood among the wreckage as one. shouldn’t it had been turned into nothing more than pieces scattered about too? some sort of miracle it was. approaching, the angel can feel several spirits whirl around in the chaos around before vanishing altogether. as though they scattered in fear of his presence. not a muscle flinches, as he ignores it. not exactly something you bring up to another. “ truth be told, it doesn’t and won’t ever show. “ a pause before continuing. “ i’ve been in death arms once before, and when i came back, my body stopped reacting to time. “