#sephirothathredon

[seraphinssanctuary-blog]

I Cannot Walk Beside You...

I cannot walk beside you But I will always walk behind I cannot do it for you But I can guide your hands I cannot give you courage But I can show you where it lies You walk upon the bank Your river moving fast I can leave no footprints in front of you But you'll see them if you look back I cannot carry you But I can push you back up You may never see my face But you'll always hear my voice I cannot walk beside you But that doesn't mean I'll leave you I cannot hold your hand But you can feel my back to yours I can't catch you if you stumble But I can show you the cause I cannot walk beside you I cannot leave footprints before you But just glance behind and see Were one set of prints should be And you'll see two One for you with trips and falls And one just behind with swirls and twirls and shifts and even odder shapes And Well That's me

[thebloodstainedsoldier]

Sephy creaked open the door to Genesis' room, peeking inside, "H-Hey, Genesis.... can I ask you something?"

Genesis tilted his head. “Yeah of course Sephy, what is up?” He asked looking up from his book.

[thebloodstainedsoldier]

Do you see me now? II Open

[Watch this video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgmicYeQ6Mo for threads name sake and inspiration]

Slim hands trailed across the smooth glass that showed his own reflection. Pale eyes reflecting back one single look. Madness. It was deeply rooted as the poisons were corroding away the fraying threads of sanity that attempted to hold the experiments mind to reality. Those eyes saw the cracked and brittle skin, the pain ridden hands, whitening hair, graying features. He was a corpse. Walking, breathing, a monster. With a growl the skipping memories replayed his past. An experiment, crafted by those that wished to use him as a puppet. Turning him into a perfect killer. Everything about him was crafted by them. They had made him. His entire body was a mark of ownership. There was the sickening desire to simply scratch away everything that was marking him. Every dying strand of hair, every broken piece of skin, his entire being. To just cut it away until he was nothing left of theirs.

He couldn't do that though, not just yet. Eventually he would. He would cut away everything that made him a monsters. A perfect human would be what is left. Not something crafted by twisted hands for their own games, but the true epitome of perfection. The proof would be there. Why he was the one meant to rule this world. If they did not want him, he would take it by force.

A malicious smile twisted aristocratic features as his hand slid down the glass. He dared someone to try and stop him now. Welcomed the heroes this world so clung to. He would cut them all down. This world would see him as the hero, this world would acknowledge him. One way or another he was going to bring them to an end. Carefully he curled his hands into a fist, slamming it against the glass and chuckling as the shards spliced through the glove and skin. Small pieces of glass stuck out blood dripping down. “I'm not insane. . .”

He whispered, pure ecstasy in his voice as the next few words left his lips. “I am gaia's chosen, and even death will not stop me from bringing about that end.” Bright eyes turned, his red hair flaring around him as he stepped. His head tilted just slightly as he thought he heard something, someone.

Holding up his hand that was coated in his own blood he smiled just faintly. “Time for the play to begin.” He whispered as the fire in his blood started to heat the glass. 

[thebloodstainedsoldier]

Calm before the Storm [AU drabble]

An AU based drable on the prompt 'A little sleep' for Sephirothathredon

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The lights passed by the window slowly, droningly as the two teenage boys sat on the bus. The world was passing against them in slow motion as they waited for their stop, any stop really. Sephy’s hands were holding the seat between his legs as he sat muted besides the other teen.

Genesis wouldn’t look at him, wouldn’t even talk to him. Not since they had left. No, that wasn’t right. Genesis had left, packed his bags and walked out while their fathers were out, and Sephy had followed. He couldn’t stand to watch the older teen walk out on him, on them.

Family meant always being together. No matter how hard things got. Carefully he glanced up from the floor and looked over at the auburn haired teen. Genesis had his head leaning against the window, his eyes half closed as he watched the world race past them.

Trying his best not to look over. The runaway poet didn’t miss the very faint dip in Sephy’s head as the younger teen fought against his body to stay awake. It had been almost a year and a half since Sephy had been adopted into the fold of their little family, and each day had made things harder for the lone soul poet to stay solitary.

Even living with his two ‘fathers’ he had never had trouble keeping his distance. There was always space between them that separated him from them, and then Sephy had come along and broken that separation. Like a bridge between them; suddenly he was being drawn into a new family.

He didn’t belong to a family, he didn’t want a family. To many painful memories came with it, settling into the warmth of a home, growing use to the kindness of others, it only made it more painful when it was all pulled away. That is why he had spent so much time trying to push them away.

He saw Sephy’s head lulling again as the bus continued to leave their home. With a sigh he reached over and put his hand around the younger teen’s shoulders.

He didn’t bother looking at Sephy as he could feel those green eyes on him. “You are going to hurt you neck if you sleep like that. If you insist on following me, at least get some rest for when we have to start walking.” He muttered, knowing that Sephy was shocked by the fact that he was now accepting him. Eventually though that shock began to waver and the younger teen leaned his head against Genesis’s side. His breath’s falling even as he leaned as close to the warmth as he could.

Genesis couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he heard the slight hum from Sephy. He was content . . . for whatever reason, he had given up a warm home, given up two people that both loved him dearly . . . for nothing, no that wasn’t true. Given it up for him. Absently Genesis began to brush back the fly away strands of silver hair. “This will certainly be . . . an adventure.” He whispered

[thebloodstainedsoldier]

♦ ((AU))

“Sephy?” Genesis mused before shaking his head. Something he found attractive about the other teen. Humming for a minute he thought before smiling slightly. “Your smile, though your laugh is even better. I wish I could see it more.”

[lovelessherogenesis]

Hi

1. First impression: Huh another Sephiroth2. Truth is: I actually thought you were a Sephiroth and not called Sephy.3. How old do you look: Uh…somewhere in the 20s?4. Have you ever made me laugh: Yes!5. Have you ever made me mad: Nope6. Best feature: You have Sephy to your hand 7. Have I ever had a crush on you: No8. You’re my: Someone I have yet to interact with9. Name in my phone: Not in my phone10. Should you post this too? You can

[lovelessherogenesis]

((RP? I would love to do one with you! It would be interesting to see how Sephy will develop if Genesis didn't become his non-biological brother, but his friend instead :3 ))

((I'd be fine with that!))

[thebloodstainedsoldier]

✿

8: first kiss

[THis is going to be based AU and Genesis is a bit younger than normal]

There was a loud yell followed by a crash that sounded through out the house. Genesis sunk down against the wall as he looked at his trashed room. He was so close to just pulling out his hair and throwing away everything. He had done fine on his own for so long. Why suddenly was he being asked to play 'family'. He didn't NEED them. He sure as hell didn't need that silver haired brat that his 'father' had brought home to become part of their thrown together family.

All that he needed was himself, no one else. Just as that thought crossed his mind though there was that all to familiar flash of silver as his 'brother' ran inside the room. Panic racing into those bright green eyes. It was so annoying. The worry. The care and love that boy was showing to him. It was down right sickening. "Genesis, Genesis are you okay?" He asked looking around the room panicked before he saw the auburn haired teen sitting in the corner. "Oh thank goodness what happened?"Genesis scoffed, he wasn't going to answer. There was no way that he was going to answer him. He didn't need someone to care or worry. It was all stupid. He crossed his arms and muttered something under his breath. Sephy walked over, setting his hand on Genesis' knee. "Come on Genesis. I promise I won't judge you."

The silver haired teen knew how hard it was for him to trust. Genesis didn't know what to do with family or love. Truth be told Sephy really didn't either. But he was willing to learn, especially if it would help Genesis. Genesis swatted his hand away before standing up. "Stop doing that would you!" He snapped causing Sephy to recoil and looking up at him shocked. "What did I do?"

There it was again. That stupid, stupid innocence, that stupid sweetness that made Genesis feel like he was a horrible person all over again. He tried to continue to hold the anger in his eyes. Stupid people, stupid family. Stupid silver haired brat.

"I. . . I'm sorry, for whatever I did. I was just trying to help." Sephy said starting to stand up and Genesis felt his heart shattering as he saw the wetness clinging to Sephy's eyes. He couldn't. He just couldn't care about someone again. The poet had opened his heart up time and time again, and each time a part of him was taken and broken. He barely had any of his heart left for himself. He could not afford to open it up for hurting again.

Yet he couldn't stop it. As Sephy stood up Genesis grabbed his hands, his grip was soft as he looked down. "No, no don't be sorry. I should be sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you." He mumbled under his breath and Sephy was shocked. He was still not use to people feeling bad for how they had treated him, was not use to hearing anyone but himself say sorry.

"You don't have to be sorry Genesis. I know this all isn't easy." Sephy promised lightly reaching out and brushing away the tears falling from the auburn haired poet's eyes. SHocked to see them there. "Genesis what is the matter? You are crying." He asked, hoping to get an answer.

Genesis looked up than. His eyes with tears clinging to the corners. "I have been hurt so many times, I didn't think I had anything left to ache like this." Genesis whispered and Sephy tilted his head. "What do you mean? What is hurting you Genesis." He asked, worried that something was hurting Genesis.

With that last question Genesis closed the gap between them, hands wrapping around the silver locks and closing their lips together. For a few moments he could hear their heartsbeat in sync and that dull ache he had been feeling sense first seeing the silver haired teen vanished. Eventually like all good things though it came to an end and Genesis pulled away.

Sephy stared in shock as the male he had been starting to see as a brother pulled away from him. The tears finally falling from the poet's blue eyes. "You are." He whispered before running out of the room not once looking back.