#phoenixfiiire

[dragonliiight]

@phoenixfiiire asked for a starter in FF7 verse!

Dion wasn't particularly keen to have another person like him running around the lab. He thought one child infused with the near god-like abilities of a summon materia had been enough, but Shinra was never satisfied. This time they wanted a Phoenix. Dangerous, and also incredibly rare. Hadn't that species died out?

Regardless he stood before a child a few years younger than him, who was staring up at him with wide eyes, curiosity imprinted on the child's features. No doubt he was curious as to what another materia-infused could do!

And Dion... was uncomfortable. The implications of this research were... not exactly great. They would be lucky if they'd be able to step outside again, if Shinra didn't outright kill them if they didn't comply. He didn't want to see another person caught up in his fathers research.

However, leaving this child alone also didn't sit right with him. It seemed pointlessly cruel. He didn't like the idea of another person suffering the same loneliness he had when he was Joshua's age.

"Hello..." Dion's voice was wary at first, "You're Joshua, yes? How are you holding up?"

[umbral-dominant]

"My flames may flicker, but they will never die."

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@phoenixfiiire liked for a doodle \o/;; Ignore me not cleaning all of it... then it wouldn't be a sketch.... A difficult line.

[speargifted]

if modern sleipnir wasn't forced into the crime life, is there any other passion or carrier he would have pursued?

//Its so hard to separate Sleipnir from Barnabas lmao,,,

If its still in the same verse then he's still not got the best start in life. I think he would have started working as a teen and burnt himself out real quick - but if he did get his feet under him and manage to do more than just exist and survive, I feel like he'd really enjoy being a private chef. To cook as a form of care and nurture is a big thing for him, its one of the way he tried to connect with his dad and failed and having a more direct connection to clients than just being a chef in a restaurant who barely gets to know who's eating his food would be preferable for him

[serandipity]

@phoenixfiiire gets a starter from Isabella.

"So you're the pretty face that the girls keep talking about that's been skulking around. I must say, I don't take kindly to rats skulking around in my rooms, no matter how good looking they are."

[voidtouched-blue]

@phoenixfiiire asked: "I'm not scared. You won't be able to hurt me." He might have sounded overly cocky, but it was the truth. Or rather, even if she could hurt him, the Phoenix was cruel and had deemed him unfit for death. "At least, any hurt you cause, it will heal." Clarification. Joshua smiled as he held his hand out for the woman to take. "So please. Trust me?"

Her hands and face had been stained by darkened ichor, but still the man in red and black outstretched his hand to her.

He will dirty his clothes by touching me, yet still he offers?

Far from her usual manner of thoughts, she held concern for the stranger. Even more ridiculous, she worried for the cleanliness of his attire by touching the dried ink of her power that coated her skin and clothes. The way it stiffened the fur hidden beneath wrapped sleeves, and even glued her hair to her face and ears told her enough to recognize the filth she had been covered in.

This wasn't the first time it had happened. Yet, it was the first time it left her cowering in fear, and attracted the attention of the locals just in time to see her coming out of a power-crazed state. She had no control over being a Dominant, and it was that lack of control that terrified her.

What she needed in that moment was the very kindness and care extended toward her. As she sat in the blackened grass, and still-dripping foliage, she felt a warmth bloom within her chest at the sight of his hand reaching out. A flash of memory overlaid the moment, recalling how her Lord of Ash had done the very same. A blink and the image was gone. Replaced by the true welcome of a warming grin.

Every natural instinct told her to slap away his offered aid. Having lived as Branded her whole life, accepting help in this way would have normally been insulting. Yet, in her unquenched fear, her blackened fingers gripped his in hopes that she could escape the memory of the night before. The concern for her beastly appearance didn't matter in this moment. There was simply something about his cooling gaze that provided a sense of calm that washed over her.

Under the hood that clung to her head, her ears relaxed from their pinned posture against her hair. Her shoulders dropped slightly as she hesitantly rose to her feet, cautiously glancing around for any others that may have been present and waiting. Like a hunted animal, she was cautious of her surroundings, even with the temporary trust between them.

"You feel safe...here? With me?"

[saengjonja]

The secret Phoenix sex tape

[valistheanshield]

@phoenixfiiire sent : "You're awake. How... do you feel?" There was obvious hesitance in Joshua's voice as he spoke and waited with baited breath for his brother's answer. In truth, he hadn't expected Clive to ever open his eyes again after the events at Origin. But he had, though... had what cost?

Opening his eyes was something...unexpected. Part of him had expected that moon was the last thing he was ever going to see, that he'd never come home. Part of him had thought he had lost almost everything, so why wake? Joshua was gone, death wasn't something to be undone, and the curse was taking him. Wouldn't it be better to sleep eternal? Yet, here he was, laying in a soft bed in what appeared to be the Hideaway, the interior of Tarja's infirmary oh so familiar. He had only been staring at the ceiling, lost in disbelief when that voice rang in his ear, blue eyes widening as he slowly turned his head as if afraid a ghost had come to visit.

"J-Joshua...?" He spoke in disbelief, already struggling to pull himself from the bed to reach his brother. "Joshua, is that really you?" One could almost hear the tears in his voice, despite how weak it still was. Vain attempts to rise went nowhere, barely even turning on the bed to better face Joshua, thinking somehow that this was a dream, or maybe something else. If they both had passed on...was this maybe the afterlife? Yet, reaching for his brother with his left hand proved that false, the stone, unfeeling fingers coming into focus, even if his gaze was mostly on his sibling. The question asked went ignored, Clive too focused on his brothers miraculous recovery.

[valiantseeker]

"Your brother traveled to Rosaria a few days ago. Cid wasn't with him. Only Jill was." It's been a while since Locke has started watching over Clive at Joshua's request... but they should reunite soon. Someday, it may be too late. He signs, looking away for a moment before his attention is back on Joshua. "It would be easy to find him so you guys could finally talk, you know ? He still thinks you're dead, and I can tell he's blaming himself."

@phoenixfiiire ❤'d !