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[giftofthegodess]

@apernor​; Angeal:  He sets a small crate down of fruit from home. He'd just returned from a mission to Mideel and must have taken a small trip back to Banora. "Your parents send their love, so does my mother."

“You had a pleasant trip then, I trust?” A personally delivered crate always meant more than having a shipment simply delivered be freight. But even so, “There are times I wonder if our esteemed director has his favourites.” the ginger voiced in humor, though underpinned with a dryness of envy. Angeal was always the one to return home when a mission so arose, or he was otherwise charged with the Seconds, whereas Genesis instead found himself most consistently on the front lines. Of course, his ambition to overtake their silvery friend demanded such efforts. But still, that didn’t mean he too didn’t feel the burden of leaving friends and family behind.

[scphiroth]

@wastedsword​​​ said: Kisses his forehead with all the love in the world

        oh ... oh. the tenderness and softness on his forehead made him pull his gaze away from the reports. a WARM sensation grows in his chest, like tiny flowers blooming under his ribcage and he ... had to admit that he was curious enough to want more of it.         when he looks up at angeal, perhaps trying to seek an answer for why his friend had done exactly that but he also ... struggles since he couldn’t predict if pointing it out would made this AWKWARD or .. possibly robbing him of any future displays of affections such as this. thinking of the future where there’s more of these unanticipated kisses, he feels a growing sense of distraction from whatever paperwork he has to write ( he’s looking forward to the kisses, sort of )

          of course his features still remained IMPASSIVE, undisturbed from his skilled and tight grip and control over his emotions. but his pupils did dilate, and his lips pursed as he read angeal’s expression. no good .. he couldn’t concentrate on what he had planned to get out of studying his features but rather .. he was finding himself more DRAWN towards it, thinking little to nothing, thinking of the gentleness that flooded into him.             covering his mouth with a hand ( avoiding touching his forehead, for now ), he let out a deep breath and briefly closes his eyes. ah .. he could feel his muscles slowly relaxing. that was good. when he opened his eyes again, he was tempted to take another deep breath .. and another. when will it stop ?               ❛ .. i was about to take a break, ❜ he began in a soft voice as he began gathering his reports into a stack. suddenly, fixing his attention on angeal for TOO LONG was beginning to make him avert his gaze at all cost, as he struggles to grasp with exactly what was happening at this moment. gently push it aside, everything is normal. ❛ don’t worry about me. ❜

[thegenesisrhapsodos]

Flicks Gen's forehead. (wastedsword)

“Ack!”

Genesis scowls and rubs his forehead. 

“What in the blazes was that for?”

[giftofthegodess]

Closed Starter || @wastedsword​

Angeal and Genesis were in Junon, waiting for a flight back to HQ in Midgar after dealing with some monsters that had been giving the local military and town grief. But more specifically, they were in the privacy of a dimly lit locker room in Junon airport, passing the time with a game.

This game started simply enough as while sitting on a bench with one leg crossed over the other, he leaned back resting on his hands, head tilted invitingly. “When the war of the beasts brings about the world's end, the goddess descends from the sky.” He would recite the words until Angeal made him stop.

His knowledge of LOVELESS was a matter of pride. The Epic helped define Genesis as a person, and the committance of its words to heart helped him navigate the world around him. Angeal often remarked on his obsession, however there were some times he rather didn’t mind it... Times he enjoyed using it to test Genesis. Like now. “Wings of light and dark spread afar. She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting”

[giftofthegodess]

@wastedsword​

"Hero of the dawn, Healer of worlds" The book held by the SOLDIER First Class closed with a slap. He lowered it before returning the book to his coat as the screen at his station flickered with a void of information. “Such is the one beloved by the Godess. Have you given it anymore thought?“

They were supposed to be writing out debriefs from their respective missions, but Genesis's mind was on other matters. Being back at Headquarters at the same time was a rare treat as such for the old friends. Genesis knew he could whip up a report quickly when needed, but Angeal’s diligence to prompt protocol clearly required a something more to deter his focus. “I hear you have a new attachment. A Second.”

[giftofthegodess]

// Halloween - @wastedsword @warofthebeasts

“Not bad, although you lack conviction.”

As for his own impression, he knew he would fail the moment he opened his mouth. But that didn’t matter.

[giftofthegodess]

Closed Starter || @wastedsword​

No other in SOLDIER- perhaps barring Sephiroth -was his equal where magic was concerned. A curator of Materia and master of fusion diligent to his craft, Angeal couldn’t have found a better willing opponent than Genesis. Not that the dark haired First would likely encounter any magic users so skilled in the field, but training as such readied them for the unexpected. “I hope you are prepared." 

His flare naturally led to a tenancy in fire-based magic, although he was proficient in a number of forms. Sparking to life in his palm and quickly growing he hurtled a volley of flaming energy towards his opponent.

[giftofthegodess]

@apernor​; Angeal:  Kisses Gen softly.

The ginger looks up from his reading, having been reclined lazily sideways on the sofa, one leg propped up while the other was outstretched. The interruption was a pleasant one and he turns his head to better enjoy it.

“What did I do?” Genesis asked afterwards.