“ And I thought we were going to be friends. ”
@wingedcruelty
halted breath . eyes open : sephiroth . eyes closed , to shut him out : sephiroth . foggy depictions of horror cloud his vision no matter how he tries to push it out . there's no escaping him . him . hero ? murderer . fucking murderer . reality becomes a guessing game and the people around him diminish from his sight . all he sees is sephiroth . all he feels is sephiroth . he's moving on his own , fueled by rage that's his and isn't his , and he's lost control of who he is ( as if he ever truly knew ) .
get . . . get outta my - get away from . . .
he keels over in pain , the pressure in his head so intense that it feels like it'll burst , pulling him to his knees in a seven second agony , and he screams as he tugs at his hair . STOP IT . GO AWAY .
❛ you . . . will never . . . ❜
- or succumb .
eyes pull forward , devoid of feeling , lost to nothingness , and his expression becomes dull and lifeless , like he's lost control of muscle , emotion , consciousness .
❛ i'm not . . . your friend . ❜ words fall from his lips with a puppet - like monotonous cadence . ❛ i'm not anyone's friend . ❜ his fingers are numb and his vision blurs ; there's no distinction between thought or truth , presence or lack thereof .
i'm not anyone at all .
he lifts his hands with muscles that don't feel real , like his arms are being casted upward for him , like he's thinking about it but his body is moving of its own accord . his sensations are entirely out of his reach .
❛ the truth . . . ❜ he says in his dissociative trance - like state , reaching his arm toward this falsified savior , and still , he ever eludes him .
❛ tell me the truth . ❜