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❣ Staring deep into their eyes with adoration. (Lets face it, Zack looks up to him and he's hella pretty.)

ACTS OF AFFECTION. ll @aheroesdeath ll accepting !

hm. interesting.

[ tick, tock, tick ]

sixty-three lashes in the upper arch of fair’s left eye, fifty-three in its lower lid. hues a fragment brighter than the blue of one’s own eyes, an infinitesmal degree less saturated.

[ tock, tick, tock ]

he’s breathing shallow, the idiot. the air is rich with [ sandalwood, vanilla ], fragrant yet lightly enough so not to warrant such halting little breaths. seems cause has been found elsewhere.( a flick of those eyes down to the curve of full lips, back up after a l o n g, long shard of a second. )

[ tick, tock, tick ]

plush ; bare feet sunk into rug’s comfort, the line of broad shoulders propped up against hall’s wall. lashes low above smirk’s faintly knowing curve, eyes alit with a roiling passion.but, stilness. no move is made to interrupt or encourage ; one’s pose a naturally shifting one only.

this is sort of cute, if he’s being honest.

“ angeal will arrive soon … ” lazy, drawled, softened by warmth. not sure what the point is, other than … ( fair is looking increasingly appealing && the closer angeal gets to their shared dinner the more forbidden the boy begins to look. )voice tapers off into a whisper, husky. how unfair it is for the boy to wet his lips right when he is looking [ a hint of palepink ere teeth take to that bottom lip && fuck, angeal is going to walk in on something ].he’s already leaning forward [ a shove away from helpful wall, a single stride to find one’s welcome in widened eyes && eager mouth ]. “ we probably have like five seconds … ”

they will be five seconds very well spent.

#i l ov e this f uC K FUCK FUCK FUC KF UC K #HHHHHHHHHH #rp #aheroesdeath #assorted aheroesdeath.#saved ic.#[ [ cc verse ] aut vincere aut mori . VERSE 02. )#thread category : kiss.#thread category : happy.

[ plotted starter, closed. ll @aheroesdeath !

emotion ebbs && flows. its tide incongruent, heeds no celestial bodies && refuses to falter as time wears on. a frantic throb within one’s skull, a constant onslaught of memory && prognosis ; any one of those enough to r u i n an entire day’s mood when the only thing bugging him. the 2nds && 3rds are elsewhere - this, after all, is a trap of personal value. private. hopefully intimate, though such’ll depend largely on the type of steel to take this bait.

so maybe amid the flame && ice of a mind gone haywire, he’s left himself a tad too open. maybe small windows have been allowed into the cut && grind of one’s tactics, even if only to allow faintest of trails to his position. so maybe he’s had enough of rot && disgrace, then to see zack for himself would be a final blessing - to speak to the boy with his own words && the last shred of integrity left as this, too, is taken away.

so maybe it’s been three damned days, && he’s already sick of waiting.

note to self : pick a more comfortable abandoned factory should this come to pass again.

#aheroesdeath #assorted aheroesdeath.#i feel like i left way too much open.#but.#let me know if that works for you or not so much. i can write more if you like.#rp #[ [ cc verse ] aut vincere aut mori . VERSE 02. )#[ [ aheroesdeath ] the sunset being sheated ; i sit && think of you. THREADS. )#[ closed . STARTER. )

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss. (Because Zack's had enough of the fleeting kisses. He wants a real one. A good long /meaninful/ one.)

YOU LOOK LIKE A SINNER TONIGHT. ll @aheroesdeath ll accepting !

protest - albeit amused - in a half-hearted gesture ; both palms raised betwixt them. it is not until zack settles in, tucked good && tight against one’s abdomen, && grabs his wrist to start taking off those leather gloves — it isn’t until then that genesis realizes angeal has left the room some lost moments ago && fair is serious. that makes the protests a little bit more real.real or not, they are also weak - as flimsy as the flutter of either pulse. mako’s glow fixates on another set only to find it firm ( && this has been his one weakness, the reveil of his one inability to resist ).

shaky is the exhale to be swallowed up by fair. no more tremulous than the shudder to pass through one’s form - shake an otherwise steady line out of its foundations && tremble at the base of his spine.[ a muffled version of zack’s name does him no good ; yet another nail in a coffin long since prepared ( quite possibly by his own hands, that’s the off-putting part ). ]

the boy persists, as he usually does. copper lashes drop low over the burn in blue eyes, accentuate the curve of cheekbones both freckles && [ so very lightly ] flushed. what meets the ardent press of another’s mouth is lower than a word, rougher than anything properly vocalized ( && if that’s the way it’s going to be, one might as well take hold of those insistent hips ). “ you’re a fool, fair, ”breathed yet breathless, uttered when he should have drawn breath && easily overwhelmed by the boy’s own agreement.

at least he’s certainly not the only one. toes all but curled into the plush fabric of a rug gotten from here or there, some meaningless rathole across the world - anything poses naught but meaningless distractions now, now when there is a thirst to be slaked && zack is willing in his lap. godess, there’s just no way to stand this.

[ fingers - naked && sensitive && did he know that, or was he just being persistent as per the usual ? - fingers, tangled in dark locks as this curve surges against another, a mix of chemicals too potent, ( too reactive ). ] “ zack, - ”

but the boy doesn’t let up, && genesis doesn’t really want him to.

#.............. sw ea t s #rp #assorted aheroesdeath.#aheroes breath ah yes #aheroesdeath #[ [ cc verse ] aut vincere aut mori . VERSE 02. )#[ my hands are nomads ; my dear desert . RATED. )

♡ (-coughs- My muse is terrified.)

♡FOR A KISSY. ll @aheroesdeath ll accepting ! ( he should be, && so should you )

it could be a stalemate, except it isn’t ; it might’ve ended in impasse, but it won’t. genesis won’t yield, but the glitter in his eyes does - for but a moment, && a moment of hope is all fair needs to reallign their blades, fortify what stubborn will is left within a body nearly broken. fair won’t give up. genesis gave up little over a year ago.

dead weight follows the screech of metal ( his rapier’s high-pitched complaint as it is tossed aside && ) zack’s mouth a gasp of horror as he wrenches the buster sword out of the way [ no more blood on that one, old friend. no more blood ]. it still slices through one’s shin but, given accumulated damage so far, it hardly makes a d i f f e r e n c e .trembling palms grab the meat of one’s upper arms, fight against slick blood && simple exhaustion when genesis no longer will.

can’t even really see him anymore. vision impaired by an odd w h i t e haze, threaded through everything until he has to watch boy’s ear to make out the denial in blue eyes.

huh.

laughter is rough && grates behind the ribs, amid blood, against the boy’s heavy brow [ where lips do press a final, almost fond farewell ]. “ you look just like angeal your father. ”ahh, .. yes. eyes slip shut on a tepid smile, one’s cheek another smear of blood upon another’s ; one’s weight another body upon CHILD’s shoulder.

ahh … if he could’ve done better, he might have.

[ if just to leave less lines of grief in that expression ]

“ it’s okay now. ”

#B)))))))))) had to pay u back somehow.#rp #assorted aheroesdeath.#aheroesdeath #saved ic.#i could've gotten steamy but i had no excuse to sw e ats #i mean not that i ... wanted to .......................#of course not *sweats heavily*#of course the godess sends him straight back into fair's lap but #u no #B)))))#for a moment that must've sucked B))))))))))#thread category : kiss.#[ [ cc verse ] aut vincere aut mori . VERSE 02. )#[ half in the shadows // half burned in flames . CHEATCODE. )

“You’re not gonna die here. Not after all the shit you’ve been through.” ( :))) )

@aheroesdeath

[ that’s exactly why ]

it’s the last strip left of banora, its only survivor - he && the tainted patch of earth beneath aching knees. closer to home than he’s felt in an a g e, farther from home than he’s allowed himself to r e a l i z e.

come so far — so far from the crib of violence && monstrous reflections, from the d i s a p p o i n t m e n t && grief && the loss. only to return a different man than he was last time, but just as broken. another lie. used to be the jagged edges were a few handfuls, countable, traceable. now an ocean of fractured glass spreads out under a crystal sky, every inward glance BLINDING.

there used to be a point ; there’s always been a point.only, it’s gotten more lost than even he.he’s lost himself. there’s no point in retrieving worthless trash.

[ it’s painful to force optimism. more painful still to deny && die. ]

any coherent reply ( or reply at all ) would require far more … fucks given than one can currently dredge up. a sigh leaves dry lips, chapped && chewed to shit - let’s just. lay down for a while. sleep. recover, maybe. ( preferably not )

[ near white the earth, a mix of sand && rougher dirt that always, always plucks a dissonance out of heartstrings. too many memories march to the fore at the sight of it && so one turns its back, an inelegant sprawl. ]

if only he could be arsed to come up with one last witty retort ; watch the indignation && determination on fair’s face [ savour the satisfaction of victory where it counts, one more time ], but. just. no.

he’s done.

he’s done, && it is neither tragic nor particularly catarthic.genesis is done, && he has naught but blood on his hands && the weight of dead friends on his shoulders. maybe that’s why it’s alright. there really is no point anymore. no-one to fight for. no-one to lose to.no-one to snark at, no-one who knows him. no-one he knows as well ( relative term, that one ) as he knows himself.no-one he cares for enough to start caring for himself again.

[ what a pathetic end ]

[ oh well ]

#u thought bitch Bl #rp #assorted aheroesdeath.#aheroesdeath #[ [ cc verse ] aut vincere aut mori . VERSE 02. )

@aheroesdeath ll continued !

what blisters one’s fingertips to cinch tighter a corset of shame is that HONOUR ... lost && then found in entirely the wrong place - zeal more enthusiastic, eyes brighter, face [ naked skin, hard expression, plumes of black over sharper curves ] all wrong. zack fair was never supposed to wield the buster sword, but while he can be blamed for his ineptitude, can be blamed for taking it up at all with as much dedication - devotion - as he has ; genesis can never forget who caused such an INHERITANCE in the first place.

[ if the best of them can f a l l , how can he not ?!? ]

[ if the best of them can rot, how could he persist ? ]

[ if the best of them doesn’t give a shit, what is left to him ? ]

none of this is right // hard rock to practised soles, a slip - jump - tumble to send heat manifest at the boy’s blind spot. none of this has been right since he joined up, since he was born && there’s no knowing how to make it right. ‘you don’t have to play the part’, but what does he know ? ‘this is not how your act goes’, but it is. genesis were never the HERO, he were never the lost [ if only because he will not stop to look around, face the unfamiliarity in earth && tree && VOID where there used to be friends ].

sephiroth has not come for him. ( what has become of sephiroth ? what has become of him ... does he sit pretty back in midgar ? has zack fair been sent to tie up the last of loose ends ? it really isn’t a question at all. )

zack fair is what’s left of the best of them. in all honesty, fair probably is the best of them. three cowards && a good young boy, sent to his death over && over && over again. until the stench of blood && corpses has been etched into his face. [ it used to smile. determination hardened, sharper, a finer edge. once upon a time, genesis would have been proud at the change, would have nodded his approval - but even then, perhaps, he would have known ... would have realized ... but, he remembers, back then he’d never approved someone so right be inducted in the ranks of the dead. he would have known to mourn this loss then, as well ... && given angeal another earful that he’d not know what to do with. ]

why does fair still fight ? only a boy just like the rest of them. why does he persist ? how the hell has he not fallen. why has he not given up on ...

“ the people who love me ... ”

to quit is no option at this point. too much has been lost - it’s not worth it any longer. ... whatever ... ‘it’ may be.

“ the people who love me, Fair ... ” electricity its crackling hiss about fingers nimble && crafty, their target between those eyes ( && yet, a little off. odd how a boy can look so alike && yet nothing like angeal. for gaia’s sake, he could have been his son. he could have been ). [ for all that angeal should have come to him for his ridiculous SUICIDE, one cannot help the crippling RELIEF gratitude that it were not him. gaia, he doesn’t think he’d ever have forgiven himself. he doesn’t forgive himself now. ]

“ ... have never existed ... ”

breath quiet as a caress, mako’s glow a frantic thing as it FLUCTUATES - be it the degradation or emotion, but it fucks up his aim && does nothing to pretend at sanity.

“ --- or are gone ! ”

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