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[phantasiiae]

comb ( athena and dion :3 )

Loud & deafening silence || Accepting

❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair .

Dion doesn't think he's ever been more exhausted in his life. He is only fifteen and has already done more than he ever thought he might: fought in a war, defeated Barnabas, brought glory to Sanbreque...it's tiring, though. While he is a man in the eyes of society, he feels like he might be entirely too young for this. Still, he yawns and closes his eyes, his head resting in Athena's lap as her fingers stroke through his hair.

"I hope I made father proud," he mutters, glancing up at her from where he's laying. "I haven't seen him since I returned..well, no, I did briefly, but we haven't really said more than ten words to each other. I don't know what that means.."

He feels like he has spent so much of his time trying to prove himself to Sylvestre, and he wonders if it will always amount to nothing. "Sometimes I wonder if he even cares at all."

[audaciiaearchive]

@vanishinq

"I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel." Michael sighs, pushing a hand through their hair. It's been slowly darkening with each passing day, along with their wings, and they find themselves repulsive. "At least, that is what I was told before I was cast aside."

[maricarrot]

Gang wish me luck because in two days time, I’m getting some bone carving done in me mouth

[phantasiiae]

(seph to cloud!) [ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ] : as sender is about to leave, receiver grabs them by the wrist.

Desperation || Accepting

Maybe they were idiotic to think that this might ever work between them. Cloud is too bad at talking about his feelings, too traumatized to ever look at Sephiroth and not feel like he's walking into a trap. Things will start out fine, but then quickly devolve once a poor memory comes up. Cloud feels like he's trapped in a wall of his own memories, unable to move past or beyond it.

So he turns to leave after a rather heated argument, something stupid, something about how this couldn't work out. When Cloud turns to leave, Sephiroth suddenly grabs his wrist--the wrist that broke so long ago and still twinges now--and Cloud sucks in a breath, yanking it out of his grasp. "Don't--don't do that ever again," he spits out, feeling that familiar panic rise up within him.

"Don't you get it? We're just--this isn't something we're capable of handing, clearly. This isn't good for either of us. I think you know that just as much as I do."

[phantasiiae]

🎁🤲🏻

Spotify wrapped || Accepting

Burn it all down--PVRIS

Genesis breathes hard, gritting his teeth as he pushes himself up off the ground. He knows how these sparring matches with Sephiroth typically go. He tries to prove himself again and again and he always comes up short, pride wounded and his ego knocked down a few pegs. Swallowing hard, he wipes at his eyes, clenching his hands into fists before he whirls around to face Sephiroth, emotions rising up within him before he can even stop himself.

“You think you're better than me, don't you?” he spits out, rather unprovoked, his shoulders shaking. “You're not--you're not! I'm going to be better than you. One day, you'll see what happens!” It all comes rushing out, harsh words in an even harsher tone. He sniffs, picking up his practice sword and throwing it to the side before storming out of the room. 

Why does he do this to himself?

He knows he'll come crawling back to Sephiroth later on, like a pet who knows they did wrong. He'll beg for his forgiveness and apologize for being so harsh. When he's angry, his temper is out of control, so for now…for now, he needs to go lick his wounds.

I'm going to be the best there ever was. They'll all see.

[phantasiiae]

❝ i expected you to come and find me. that no matter how hurt or angry, you wouldn’t abandon me when i needed you the most. ❞   for genesis 8))))

"You need me? Oh, that's rich, isn't it? You've never needed me a day in your damn life, Sephiroth. Lying doesn't suit you very well."

Genesis practically spits it out, his hands curled into fists as they stare at each other. He didn't know that seeing Sephiroth again would feel so real, so utterly raw. "You expected me to be able to come and pour my heart out to you when you could never do the same? How many times had I asked you to talk to me, to tell me what was on your mind, and you never did? You always put up such an unscalable wall around yourself that I stopped trying."

He begins to pace, clearly agitated. The degradation has left him in such a poor state that he can hardly even think clearly. What kind of sick kick does Sephiroth get out of this? "You never needed me or Angeal or anyone but yourself. Why pretend otherwise?"

[audaciiaearchive]

" you're bleeding. " conall & clive .

Blood, blood, blood || Accepting

"Yeah, I know. Are you surprised?" Conall's voice is hoarse as he speaks, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He's still worse for wear after that entire battle with Kupka. No one told him priming was so fucking hard on the body (then again, he never knew he could before now). Although, while his body is sore and aches and he can still taste the blood in his mouth, the beast in his mind seems sated for now.

Now he knows what was vying to get out of him for all these years. He wonders if it'll be like this every time, Clive having to carry him while he's unconscious until they reached some other form of transportation. He curls up where he sits on the boat, watching the hideaway grow bigger as they get closer, and he sighs.

"...I feel like I just want to sleep for a long time, but I also know this changes everything and that we have a lot to talk about," he murmurs, looking down at his hands. "This can't get out to anyone other than us and those we can trust. I've heard tales about the Leviathan, and never did I once consider that it would be me. I just don't know what it means now."

[audaciiaearchive]

Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me. // for ikaros :)

Deathless || Accepting

"Now why would I do that? Hey, honey, look at me. You don't have anything to worry about, okay?"

Well, maybe it isn't the whole truth. Ikaros can't stay around one place for longer than a decade, fifteen years, maybe. People get suspicious. He starts getting eyeballed. Why is our neighbor not aging? Why does he look like the same boy that moved in here ten years ago? It's not good for him. Especially when his documents with his whole fake life story get looked at real closely. Isaac Katsaros has never existed in any real capacity. He doesn't need anyone with the power to do something about it to find out.

But instead of saying all that, he just sighs, taking one of Mapplethorpe's hands into his own. "I'm gonna stay right here, alright? Promise." A promise that he'll end up breaking, but he doesn't have the heart to say it now.