#;sephiroth

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just so were all on the same page im firmly in the seph is being danced around like a little puppet by jenova camp

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i feel it in my bones that sephiroths eyes glow in the dark and also do that thing where they reflect light like a cats yanno

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thinking cursed thoughts but if cloud and sephiroth instinctually feel each others presences um..

can we toss a lil bit of mind reading in that hrhdjfnsna

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“ How disappointing, when people succumb to what is expected of them. ” — Hojo, muttering to himself with Sephiroth around :\

Darkness haunts your narrative || Accepting

It stings more than it should.

He is not supposed to be tired. He is not supposed to show weakness. Sephiroth understands that, even at such a young age. If his performance is anything less than optimal, he never knows what he will get in return. Sometimes he is punished, sometimes Hojo simply makes him feel like he is less than, which he might argue is worse than any physical punishment that he could be given.

Maybe he isn't supposed to hear him, or maybe it's the facade of it. Regardless, Sephiroth had already been halfway out the door of the VR room when he heard Hojo muttering under his breath. He didn't perform well, as he was still exhausted from yesterday's particularly brutal training. The beast he had faced had taken everything out of him, and while his numbers today were still above average, they were subpar for him.

He takes a deep breath, fighting down the emotions that well up inside him. If the professor has something to say, then he can say it to his face in the morning. He hurries out into the hallway, ignoring how his stomach twists with anxiety. You did your best, he tells himself, and that should be all that matters.

But it isn't. And he knows it. Whatever awaits him later, the thought fills him with dread.

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[Zack to Sephiroth] “   It scares me sometimes. The emptiness I see in your eyes. ”

Darkness haunts your narrative || Accepting

Oh, Zack. Always so worried about him. Sephiroth thinks that it's unnecessary, even if it is appreciated. Maybe, deep down, he knows that all of this with Genesis and Angeal has done more harm to him than he ever cares to admit, but he's not supposed to show it. He's supposed to carry on, as always, with the entire weight of the world on his shoulders.

Do you have to bear it alone?

Of course I do. Who else is there?

Sephiroth looks up from his computer, then sighs, shutting it in order to give Zack his full attention. "It's polite to knock," is all he says at first, even though he still gestures for Zack to sit down in the seat across from him. He'll humor him, at the very least.

"While your concern is appreciated, it's unfounded," is what he says next, crossing his legs to get more comfortable. "Is there something else on your mind?"

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Cloud stares. And stares. There's something about mirrors that feels uncomfortable — too genuine, too personal. He'd never been fond of being either of those things, had he?

But he saw it.

His reflection blinked.

Of course it did. The person in the mirror seems more youthful, more wide-eyed and terrified than Cloud currently is. He is not in the uniform of a SOLDIER, but of a simple infantryman, and his eyes have lost that mako hue. Can't you remember? it says, hands pressing up against the glass. Don't you remember who you really are?

Images begin to flash in rapid succession. Nibelheim, the whole village burning to the ground, a hand desperately reaching out to the remains of his home, Zack collapsed on the stairs in the reactor, begging him to kill Sephiroth. Then pain. Pain pain and pain again. It hurts. It hurts so much. Why don't you remember? Why, why, w̵h̶y̶,̷ ̶w̵h̶y̷-̵

More images. Zack dragging his mostly unconscious body all the way back to Midgar. Zack dying, blood, blood, there is so much blood. W̸H̸Y̷ ̵I̵S̷ ̶T̸H̷E̷R̸E̵ ̶S̶O̴ ̵M̸U̸C̴H̸-̴

Are you ashamed?

Are you afraid to face the truth?

Do you think everyone will leave you if they find out you're lying?

Do you know who you are at all?

But it's not Cloud's voice that comes out of the reflection anymore. It's Sephiroth's. Suddenly, his eyes are sinister and cat-like with that sharp, sharp grin. You can't run forever, Cloud. You'll have to face it eventually.

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🙌 - ( to sephiroth as a stab back :^) )

Grab my muse by the throat || Accepting

Ah, but isn't this exactly what he wants? For Cloud to give into that anger, that hatred, that rage? As fingers curl around his throat and begin to squeeze, all Sephiroth does is laugh. He laughs and he laughs because this is nothing more than a game to him, to see how far he can push it, how much he can make him do before the poor thing snaps. His precious, little puppet, doing exactly as he pleases.

"Doesn't it feel good to give in, Cloud?" Even though Sephiroth is in front of him, his voice seems to bounce all around without his mouth ever moving. "Don't you want to kill me? Don't you just want to end it?" He is mocking him, of course, pushing and pushing and pushing until he possibly couldn't anymore. "Keeping all that rage inside of you won't do you any good. Go on, then, l̷e̵t̸ ̶i̸t̶ ̶o̶u̵t̵."