#edgedwing

[phantommirrored]

@edgedwing maybe some things are worth waiting for

He'd lost count of how many days it'd been since the Inn. He and Kimihiro were able to finally escape after finding the key. Reasoning with the other Shadow Link was just not possible, and neither party could bring themselves to strike through the doppelganger. There was something too demented about that, even for Shadow.

But, since Shadow'd had a sword driven straight through his stomach, he'd been under strict watch, being checked on every couple of hours. Leaving the shop was out of the question until he got better.

And as he did get better, the visits to Shadow's room lessened, and lessened, until his check ups were minimal and more courtesy than anything. The gash was still pretty grotesque but it was manageable, and it finally didn't require any more packing, it just needed to heal.

One night, with the full moon burning bright, Shadow decided to try something and risk it. He was used to having free roam of the city at night, and he wasn't supposed to leave without saying anything as of right now, but, he'd kept someone waiting long enough.

With the nights growing impossibly colder, Shadow wore the cloak that was made for him ontop of his winter jacket as well. The satisfying crunch of snow underfoot got him running. Shadow was on a mission now, he couldn't imagine how long he'd made Sephiroth wait, but that'd end tonight. All he had to do was let the moonbeams and trails of the city guide him.

As he cleared into Savior's Respite, the array of flowers peeping through the layer of powder snow, it was notably empty. Shadow looked around confused, though, running the whole way here might've strained his wound a bit too much, as he felt himself grimace, now cradling his side.

Regardless, he bared his teeth through the pain, had he waited too long? Had the other given up?...Well, he couldn't blame him if he did.

At the summit's clearing of the Respite, Shadow dropped to his knees…Why waste the view? It wouldn't kill him to enjoy it for a little bit. So, he pulled the hood up on his velvet black cloak. A familiar warmth radiated from his side again...He split his side open again from running. But it was slow, So, gently, he just pressed against his side as he sat there, leaving his scabbard on his lap.

"...Am I in over my head?" He asked himself, scenes kept replaying in his head, lingering looks, touches, and everything else in between had been eating at him. As embarrassing as it'd be to admit for himself: it's what kept him up and looking forward to finally leaving the shop. Albeit, prematurely.

[hollowfaith]

@edgedwing continued from here

"I noticed you made a new friend."

"He doesn't like me very much. Is he actually treating you well?"

[occultacarne]

@edgedwing

"You say that Aurelius Vane-Tempest is an angel, and yet you say you don't believe that I am. Why is that? Is it so hard to believe that my kind and his are two sides of the same coin?"

[anghexescu]

@edgedwing

"Sephiroth, you don't have to be so formal with me. I'm just like you." He pauses and laughs softly, "Just much older, huh?" He certainly was no kid. Still, he didn't want Sephiroth feeling some way.

[thiefandlyre]

@edgedwing

Octavo doesn't know Sephiroth terribly well, other than the conversation they'd had over those burning magazines, so he's a little surprised when he gets a message from the boy about music lessons.

"I appreciate you coming," he says as they cross the foyer of his shared apartment. He's done quite a bit of decorating, filling the space with eclectic things he'd found in the mall and the occasional sidewalk sale. He owns a lot of candles and horse figurines in particular.

"I'll waive the fee for the first lesson, just in case you find you don't like my teaching style." The living room has been set up for the lesson, the couch moved aside and two chairs from the dining area sitting next to one another in its place. He sits in one, folding his hands together with a smile. "So, what are learning today?"

[nothingspecialjustasoul]

I’ve buried it

I’ve entombed it

I lobbed it into the ocean

I shattered it beneath a crushing weight

I’ve bludgeoned it until I’m sore

It remains, it remains despite my efforts

This fleeting sense of humanity

These loathsome feelings

This beating heart

This avarice for life

But my humanity is embittered

This adoration becomes obsession

Obsession turns to rage

Rage burns until I’m left with ashes

They smolder within me

These ashes

And when they’re brushed away

I’m left vacant

I’m left bereft

Naming it brings relief

Until it rises again

Even when buried, even when reduced to ashes, this humanity persists. It rises, not to harm, but to remind you that feeling. Painful or fleeting. Is proof that you are still alive.

[giltdove]

❝ That sigil... ❞ Riel would recognize the holy signature of his Deva anywhere!

❝ You must know Aurelius? ❞ @edgedwing — we don't know it yet, but this is the aury fanclub meeting.

[hierichc]

@edgedwing

That's the child his past self had mentioned when they finally met. That Prometheus had been so worried about this young boy. Promise you'll look for him. Please. He pleaded.

Prometheus couldn't say no, and why would he? It was like him to worry about others. He promised that he would, and perhaps this was a way to fully make amends for those he had failed to protect in his world. Not that the past Prometheus would have known the horror he'd face in the near future.

Okay. Here goes.

Prometheus approaches the young boy, tail swishing behind him. He's not entirely sure what emotion he's feeling, but...well, he can't worry about that right now. He smiles, "This place is amazing, isn't it? It has everything you could ever miss from back home." Star Trail was one of his favorite places. Whenever he missed his home food, this was where he'd find himself.