Muses: Vincent Valentine & Sephiroth Crescent
Muns: SanguineSaint & rp-Sephiroth
Tags: #sephicent #ns fw mentions #flirts #cute #making up #mid-superlong-roleplay
Summary: During a N S F W scene (not shown here) Vincent pulled Sephiroth's hair in a way that set him off. Sephiroth stopped further interaction, and Valentine hereby goes for a nightly swim. The General watches him.
Sephiroth remained by the fire of the beach. He glanced at the swimming man, and for a moment he was distracted by the way the water clung to the black hair, the open mouth when he gasped for air after a dive, and water running over the naked skin in the flashes of faraway lightning.
Vincent Valentine looked... not bad, not bad at all.
"Valentine. Return, or soon I'll need a cold bath."
Walking was as much a difficulty alright; although, it was nothing I had not managed before. Four glasses of beer in a dingy bar where your one night stand can never seem to keep their hands to themselves: you get the picture.
Bless Minerva the beach is not too far. Had it lay at a greater ditance, I might have found myself at his mercy now. Claret irises were to be stolen back occasionally even when both oculus were promptly brought to full shutter at mother's salty embrace.
Both swimming experience really could have been pleasant considering the lack of the beach's glaring sun. Still, those were not decisions opted by my own design.
There were his eyes on my back....
What were you thinking....?
Breaking the surface, my breathe formed a white hazy mist against night's blacken shade as my digits drifted up to comb back the raven locks.
The cold was a reprieve of sort, a distraction. It has not healed.
I exhaled a sharp air, shook my head.
"Come down then. You might need one anyway, considering."
Valentine was as beautiful as a mermaid in the waves. His long hair clung to his body and he could have been part of a commercial if only he'd been up for it. Sephiroth remembered combing through it, braiding it, in the night both of them had fallen asleep in the same bed and woken up nose-to-nose.
Sephiroth got up, and -wearing all his dry clothes- he sauntered to the beach until the waves lapped over his feet. There was a light drizzle falling from the dark sky and turned his back to the wind to shield his eyes from the droplets. He looked at Vincent as he dived down for another wave, then re-surfaced. Unfair, how gorgeous he was.
He huffed, folded his arms and lift his chin.
"Vincent! How's the hard-on coming along?"
Vincent Valentine would have resented that unvoiced remark, himself being compared to a meremaid. He would have been truly so. Being pretty/beautiful is not the same with being constantly told so, or mistaken when you are actually a man.
Sometime the mistake occurs even when that Valentine was still having his suit on, or still bore the same 184 cm height he often carried -- how unfortunate, veld said, snickering.
Having broken the surface, I fell back. Letting the wave lap at my form and carried me where it will. The light drizzle falling from the sky may have caused fine raven fringes to comb more frequently across scintillating orbs of crimson shading, but it was nothing as dire as the possiblity of having my form mulitated beyond recognition sometime back then. I raised both arms toward my face. The digits of my left hand would brush lightly across the still bruised lower tiers before I rub both hands over my face and back toward the slender nape, ...
-- there, exhaled a soft sigh.
"Tolerably well enough. You could come in and find out if you are so curious."
There, form would turn, meeting calmly his gaze before with a small shrug of shoulder, I slowly found my way back to the shore, only stop when I reached the level where I could safely walk. The waves lap softly at my nape and collarbone.
Sephiroth sighed. He remained standing for a minute, then undressed and walked into the sea.
He moved to Vincent, looked at him, said nothing.
Frankly,
I
has not expected that.
Moreorless, I was expecting more of a snide remark from him.
So when he started stripping his now /dry/ cloth, claret irises would follow closely his move. Only when he started threading through the tides that such reality truly began to settle. Have you listen to a song that you thought you did know its rhyme? Soon, you begin to hum the tone you thought was right to it, even when sometimes it was entirely not.
Forward I took a step. Having came to him, we stood face to face. Funny that it should be noted now how white my breathe is in this near dark. It's almost as white as his skin, the smooth ivory expanse now tentatively mapped with my fingers, tenuous limbs as cold as ice in comparison to his heat.
Forward, I leaned in to place upon his lips a chaste kiss... and there, head would bow -- temple resting on temple and hand resting against cheek, shuttered lashes stole Gaia of her crimson moons.
"...Sorry."
This wasn't easy, but when he moved to wrap his thick arms around Vincent's shoulders, it felt like his soul was doing this all on its own. His mind didn't understand. His body didn't respond, but it felt so right. Sephiroth didn't breathe at all -he hardly ever did and only when he thought he should- but now he breathed in the scent of the sea. He tightened his grip, pressing the both of them chest-to-chest and knee-to-knee.
"I am-"
At the last moment he saw from the corner of his eye, a big wave appear beside them. He instinctively pulled away from Vincent into an defensive stance, and lift an arm to shield their faces, as if it was an attack. Then the crescent of water collapsed on top of them, spraying droplets and foam everywhere. Sephiroth stood still, but barely. His right foot moved over the sandy wrinkles of the sea's floor. When the water pulled away, most of his hair was over his face, covering his head like a tall silver mob.
"..."
He lift a hand to his face and pushed the grey locks of hair over his forehead, and sloshed them back. He started laughing, softly and happily.
The time I spent re-doing this piece of herpderp was ridiculous. HERE IT IS THO I'M SORRY IT'S NOT SMUTTY YUMMY I wanted it to be like that but Vincent was like lol no. Kinda like he is right now. Damnit Vincent. Regardless. Happy late birthday. This one is actually late whoop I'm gomen.
oH MY GOD NO IT'S MY OTP THAT IS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME YOU HAVE NO IDEA AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH--
AND IT"S FINE IT"S ARTWORK AND SEPHVIN AND VINCENT BEING A GRUMPY BUTT ABOUT TO PUNCH SEPH IN THE FACE IT LOOKS LIKE DSOFH*DSFSDF
