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[text] Give me one good reason NOT to eat this entire tub of icecream right now. -shinrasprince

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>> texts from last night! meme

[ txt ] You can eat two tubs of ice cream if you come over.

[generalofsoldier]

*Peeks out on halloween night like some random ghost* I did warn people that october was a really busy month for me. Still alive. Hi.

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shinrasprince

[text] Do I have to repeat myself?

[text] There is a drunk Genesis in my room

[text] Insisting that we compare ‘family jewels’

[text] JUSTGET OVER HE–

[text] Just give him some water. He’ll sober up in half an hour and feel foolish enough.

[text] Though I’m on my way.

[text] If he asks you to pull his finger, don’t.

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♦:Slow dancing -shinrasprince

shinrasprince

A button was pressed in the dimly lit room as the stereo screen illuminated green eyes that focused on the task.

Play: Track 8

And then music drifted in the air. 

                            Can you keep a secret?                            Will you hold your hand among the flames?                            Honey, you’re a shipwreck                            With your heart of stone

“What are you doing?”“Dancing.” the older had a hand extended out in invitation.“But… why?”“Because earlier at the annual dinner, I did not see you do such.”“I don’t dance.”“I know.”“So why are you asking me to?”

                          Can I get a witness                          To the bruises and the wasted tears?                          You could dry a river                          With your heart of stone                          With your heart of stone

“Because I know you will agree to dance with me.”“…”A smile formed on Sephiroth’s lips.“Because I know what you’re afraid of.”“Cocky son of a bitch.”“Your father used to force you to dance with these women.”“…”“I remember.”

                         I can breathe                          I can breathe water, water                          I can breathe                          I can breathe water, water                          When you’re here with me                          You’re not here with me

“You don’t know you’re talking abou–” With that, Rufus’ hand was snagged and he was pulled close to be pressed against Sephiroth. The older man stood a good foot taller about and icy blues widened at this gesture, staring straight into his chest and unable to look up into cat-like eyes..

                         Can I pry your finger                          From everything I say and do?                          And I just can’t forget you                          And your heart of stone

“Quiet.” And that was all Rufus could do– remain quiet as he was led around the room slowly. 

This wasn’t the same as when he had to dance with the women his father set him up with. There was no smell of cheap wine or stale cigarette smoke on the other’s breath. No, Sephiroth felt… warm– ironically. The younger’s cheeks burned and he had to hide his face against his chest with a ‘hmph’.

                         I can breathe                          I can breathe water, water                          I can breathe                          I can breathe water, water                          I can breathe                          I can breathe water, water                          I can breathe                          I can breathe water, water

Another smile graced Sephiroth’s lips as Rufus spoke. “No one will believe you if you say this happened.” Yet, Rufus was still not pulling away.“I don’t need them to.”“Why?”“Perhaps I want this to be our little secret too. Is that so bad?”“Ashamed, General?”“Worried.”“About what?”“Your father. And mine. I won’t see you for weeks if they knew. I never want that to happen again.” how brutal, reality was when it hits. “…”

                         When you’re here with me                          Your not here with me

“Then I won’t say a word. On one condition.”“Pray tell, love.”“I lead the next dance.”With a soft chuckle, the General nodded as they kept swaying– not realizing that the song had, in fact, ended. 

[xaksu]

shinrasprince, continued.

“To sleep? What sleep is there without dreams to find. Would you spend the night until I find them?”

“And if I say no?”

What nightmares can you keep away?

[imperatorirae]

"Quite a position to be in, General." Came the silk laced whisper from behind as a pale finger traced itself from one shoulder to the next. "To think that the mighty could fall so far from grace." Purring into the bound silver headed male's ear, the President straightened up and crossed in front of the other, contemplating a variety of things. And just what /would/ he do... Perhaps even he didn't have an answer. -shinrasprince

My muse has been tied up and gagged by yours. Send me what they’d do to my muse now they’re silenced and at your disposal.

Bound by iron bands to an interrogation chair, Sephiroth narrowed his eyes at the little prince smirking in front of him. Even if a gag hadn’t been shoved between his lips, he would have refused to give the man the satisfaction of an answer. This was all a game to him, just as all of ShinRa was. And he would tired of it soon enough.

For if there was one thing Sephiroth had learned, it was how to remain calm until the opportune moment to strike arrived.

[argentnoir]

To think a Turk would be so human as to feel an emotion as petty as rage. Fury was its own beast when unrefined. Rufus could not change that. But he could tame it, direct it into a more desirable place. So with that in mind, a venomous purr sounded in the Wutain's ear. "Let it." For anything done in this Turk's fury would only serve him. Such was his faith in his finest. Raze the world. Unleash it. Return to the shadows and lick those wounds. There would always be white for the shadow to cling.

The devil on his shoulder wore white and a golden halo. The devil whispered of wonders, murmured promises; cajoling and enticing him into taking a bite. And who was he to resist where countless others had failed? 

“Yes sir.” Tseng snapped his PHS closed, vacant eyes turning to the men at his beck and call. He didn’t like the way they flinched when his ice cold gaze settled on theirs, didn’t appreciate the glances they cast at each other. Usually his anger incinerated mindlessly, resulting in broken bones and charred homes and then it swiftly abated. But when there was a glimpse of clarity within the darkened depths, his anger was of a different kind: it spelt calculated ruination and unrivalled, methodological annihilation.

“Go,” he instructed, a puppeteer with all the strings in his grasp. And like the loyal bloodhounds that they were, they went.