#warofbeasts

[ardynzunia]

@warofthebeasts  from here  "I'm fine." Weakness could never be tolerated, as far as Sepiroth was concerned, as had been engrained in his psyche since he was a child.

He had been engineered to endure. A mild cold would not take him.

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The Ma’qoute rolled his eyes. The man look liked death had warmed over, but of course he insisted on w working himself.

“We don’t even have anything to do for the moment! And I think any clients would prefer you not get them sick,” Calum insisted. “Just drink the tea and let yourself heal for once yeah?”

His tail flicks irritably and he shoves a cup over to Sephiroth. He is prepared to irritate him all day if necessary.

[oraclefreed]

@warofthebeasts​ from X

She had been fighting with herself all morning to not tell him how she felt about him. She really had tried. But after a while, it became apparent to the Oracle that she should try. Fortune favors the bold, after all. 

She blushed at him and pushed at one of his arms, rolling her eyes. “I thought I would take a lesson from you and just show my feelings.” She teased in return. “So does that mean you didn’t hate it?”

[oraclefreed]

@warofthebeasts​ from here: 

She ran her thumb gently over his hand, letting him grip it as much as he wished. She understood the PTSD that overcame him better than most. Lunafreya leaned closer to him, whispering softly. “If it helps, I never have fires in my room even during winter. Do you know why?” 

Really, her words were meant to show him he was not alone and that she was there for him. It was also to help him focus. “I still have memories of my home burning and thus I’m genuinely afraid to have a fire in my room. Do I get colder during the winter months? Yes. But I feel safer, so if that helps at all. I don’t know if it does.”

[oraclefreed]

@warofthebeasts​ from X:

It all happened so fast. One moment, she was walking down a street with Sephiroth by her side. She had been chatting to him about another type of flower she had discovered she enjoyed. At first, she thought his loud voice was to tell her to hush her ramblings but then her body met his as she was yanked behind and then into his chest. 

It was then she heard the gunshots. What was he saying? Was she hurt? She blinked out of her confusion and took stock of her body, shaking her head. “N-No. I’m okay. But..” She felt him tremble, eyes widening. “You’re hurt. We need to get out of here. I need to help. Please. “

Why had they attacked? She had just finished doing as the town had wanted. A million questions went through her mind. 

[oraclefreed]

@warofthebeasts​ sent: fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

18.…as encouragement.

Lunafreya had been quietly reading with Sephiroth’s head in her lap. Her free hand, when not turning pages, stroked through his hair gently. When he moved to sit up finally, she blinked a few times, tilting her head.

He had this look in his eyes that seemed almost down. She smiled quietly in return, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek, then to his nose and then finally his lips, lingering there for a moment before moving away. “Whatever you are thinking about in your head, you can do it. I don’t care who’s told you differently. I know that you are strong, independent and you can do anything that pretty mind can come up with. I will be by your side as long as I can.”

[azure-steel]

@warofthebeasts​ said: “ who do you think you are? “ Random Sentence Starters - ACCEPTING

He’d asked himself that very question more times than he dared to count. Had questioned his own existence in the world, what it meant to be alive. But faced with the Calamity now, the very essence of everything that was truly wrong with the world, Cloud Strife had never been more sure of the answer. 

“I’d have thought you’d know that one by now, I mean, ain’t it obvious?”  

He dares to take a step towards him then, this unfathomable enemy, facing down the harbinger of destruction and chaos as though greeting an old friend from long times past. And he reaches overhead for his blade, the scream of leather straining against the hilt filling his ears, a grim satisfaction boiling in his gut brought on by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. For this was what he was made for; the fated mystic knight of Gaia, tattooed into the cosmos to defend the world from the Silver Blight stood before him.

This was who they were, what they were forever destined to be. 

“I think... I’m about to be your end.”

[shadowxcetra]

“Such a beautiful specimen,” the scientist murmured as Sephiroth stood alongside, a disinterested, glorified guard dog who was not paid to care.

She struck her heel against the container, then again and again. The impacts batted her bones making each forced kick heavier. Eden swung her leg upward despite her burning muscles, her eyes doubling in size as her body tilted backward. Her scruffy frame collapsed onto the unforgiving floor. She jerked her head up towards the two figures: one who’s face remained hidden in the lab’s cold darkness, but the other bearing glowing, vivid green eyes. 

 Her breath grew even more labored. Their faces, their eyes pointed at her. She couldn’t shield herself within shadow’s comfort. She could be seen, she was trapped. Humiliation burned across her face and with a roar of anger, Eden pushed herself back to her feet. She charged towards the one she could see, the taller man with an apathetic visage. The dull collision rippled throughout her body. What else could she expect? Breaking down the glass would be impossible, but her intention was to give a passionate message: They would pay as soon as she could manage it. 

Her glare locked onto Sephiroth’s, betrayal apparent within it. It was silly to take the legend at face-value, of Sephiroth being the people’s hero. Eden hadn’t expected this, however. A hero wasn’t supposed to stand idly at one’s suffering. She didn’t speak, yet her face portrayed the straining question to him: Why?

[shadowxcetra]

“Did your life turn out the way you expected it would?”

“Does it ever for anyone?” She replied with a question of her own, though she didn’t turn to reveal her face to him. Eden couldn’t afford to show weakness, especially not to one with an energy that practically screams ‘enemy’. “It’s part of this Planet’s cruel plan for all of us, isn’t it? Twisting who we are, our lives. All so that our broken souls may sing their cursed songs.”