#;angeal

[phantasiiae]

@sephaeroth

“Sooo question, but do you ever have any weird dreams?” It's a recent development that Angeal's discovered, dreaming about horrific monsters and skulls with fangs creeping in the darkness. If it's not that, it's his parents, but they seem…off somehow. Too nice, too eager to please him, just off. He can't really put his finger on why, but it never seems right, and he wakes up feeling like something is crawling under his skin.

He doesn't really expect Sephiroth to be honest with him. Why would he be? But Angeal is trying to see if they can find common ground on something. Something is better than nothing. It's all baby steps, right? Sephiroth might not come around now, but he has to eventually. Probably. Hopefully.

“What I mean is that…I dunno, my nightmares have been way more intense. I used to not have any, but now it's kinda frequent. It's usually the same thing. It's like..this weird creature that's got a skull for a face and fangs. I can't really describe it other than that. Maybe it's just me.” He shrugs, stretching his arms above his head. “What about you?”

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❛ I don’t know any places I can hide from the voices that are tearing me apart from the inside. ❜ // @ whoever says hi first lol

Darkness still haunts your narrative || Accepting

Seeing Genesis like this is hard.

It's harder than Angeal cares to admit. As he sits there with him, arm wrapped around his shoulder, holding him close to try and give him some type of comfort, he has to wonder what brought them to this point. A myriad of things, really. One thing after another after another, a dismal domino effect. He can't, in good conscious, leave Genesis alone like this. They'd been through more things together than most people. Who would he be if he left him alone now?

“..How can I help?” is what he finally says as he glances over at him, fingers gently stroking through his hair. It's always been like this: taking care of others and not himself. It's fine. Really, it is, even if he's starting to feel the affects of his own degradation. He'd rather focus on Genesis to take his mind off of it. He's always taken care of him. That wouldn't change now.

He holds him closer, tighter, as if that could possibly do anything, as if that could keep him from slipping through his fingers. “I'm here for you in whatever way you need, Genesis. You know that. Just tell me.”

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@ghostofnibelheim

Angeal huffs in frustration, pacing around as the simulator dies down once again. He's been at this for hours, his entire body aching with it. Some monsters are just tougher than others, but this is just ridiculous. He's beaten plenty of dragons before, so he doesn't really understand why this one keeps beating his ass no matter what he does. 

Groaning, he stretches his arms above his head, gritting his teeth as his back cracks. While he doesn't get any actual bumps and bruises from the simulator, it sure does feel like it. “Maybe I just don't have the right materia..or something..” he mutters to himself, brow furrowing. But that can't be it, either. 

Right as he's pondering this, the door opens, and he blinks, turning around only to come face to face with Sephiroth. “Oh, hey, Seph!” he says with a grin, crossing his arms. “God, how long have I been in here? Maybe you can help me out, huh?”

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@hoshinierabareshimono

There is hesitation as Angeal stands outside the door of the church, his arms crossed as he ponders exactly what he wants to say. There's only one way to end this on his part, and that's with his death. He just…wants to make sure that Zack won't be alone afterwards. Sure, there's Sephiroth, but Angeal's known him long enough to know that he won't be good company in his grief. Zack needs someone who will support him, who will let him grieve in his own way. He doesn't know much about Aerith, but from what he can tell she at least cares about him.

Sighing, he pushes the door open, stepping inside and looking around. It's quiet. Peaceful. Why is he not surprised that Zack would fall for someone who could foster this kind of environment? His eyes eventually fall on her not too far away, kneeling down next to a patch of flowers that have somehow seemed to grow despite all the odds.

“Aerith,” he calls out, stepping closer. “I need to speak to you. About Zack.” He doesn't introduce himself, but maybe he thinks it's obvious. “Could you spare some time?”

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ZACK FAIR. sprinting towards him, holy shit — catch, catch! AND HE LEAPS‼️

For angeru

Well, Angeal was making sure that he had everything for his latest post-mission report, but that goes down the drain once he hears the tell tale noise of Zack sprinting towards him. He sighs, then laughs to himself, dropping his papers in order to turn around just in time and catch Zack right as he leaps at him. “I hope you behaved while I was gone.”

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❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜ for angeal !

“I'm not--I'm not shutting you out, Seph, okay? I just..it's complicated.”

It's so unlike Angeal to not really know what to say. Genesis had made him promise that he wouldn't tell Sephiroth the extent of his injury. The blood transfusion had done something, sure, but it's still not fully healed. Angeal is so worried about it that it's driving him crazy. This isn't fucking normal. Then again, nothing about any of them are normal, not anymore anyways.

He sighs, shaking his head. How do you balance something like this? Of course he wants to tell him the truth, but he also doesn't want him to feel any worse than he does about it. It was an accident. Plain and simple. So why does it feel so heavy? “Look..I can tell you that Gen is okay. He just needs a few days.” Not exactly a lie, right? “So let him find you when he's ready. Don't harp on it. Promise me?”

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“sometimes you’re not annoying.” for angeal !

Idiots to lovers || Accepting

“Oh, wow, you have such a way with words, Seph. You're really making me swoon here.”

Angeal snorts, looking up from the book he was idly flicking through. He's never been much of a reader, but he thinks he might start taking it up, especially with the way Genesis never shuts up about Loveless. Sephiroth is a bookworm, too, and they've slowly been getting over the initial bumps that they went through, so…

So he grins, resting his chin in his hand as he looks over at Sephiroth. “You know, I never thought I'd see the day that you accepted that you begrudgingly enjoy my presence. I shouldn't say too much about it, though, because you might take it back!” He laughs, gesturing for Sephiroth to sit in the chair next to him. “C'mon, then. Sit. It won't kill you to take a break, will it?”

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❝ i don’t know what we are anymore. i don’t know if we ever really knew. ❞ for angeal.

Misc dialogue || Accepting

“We can be whatever you want us to be. It doesn't have to be complicated.”

Angeal feels the same way, though. It seems increasingly obvious as of late that there are feelings more than platonic brewing between them, but to what end? For as well as he thinks he knows Sephiroth, sometimes he's still an utter enigma to him. It's hard to get a read, hard to understand exactly what he wants sometimes. That's okay, though. They don't have to figure it out now, right? 

“I mean…look, if you're feeling more than just friendly towards me, that's fine. If not, that's fine, too. I really like you, Seph, okay? And I'm just happy that you're finally warming up to me.” He grins, playfully nudging him. “There doesn't have to be anything if that's not what you want. I'm not really picky.” There's a slight laugh, and he clears his throat. “Just be honest with me. I guess that's all I'm asking.”