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[Event] Invasion!

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Location: All over Death City
Rating: Various
Time: February 2nd
Description: Witches have invaded and are attacking the city!

The attack, when it comes, happens quickly enough that Death City would have been caught flat-footed had there been no prior warning, but it's not completely unexpected because of the city's heightened state of alarm the past day. Warning sirens start sounding to alert the citizens and guests the moment a dark, slow-moving mass out in the desert to the south-east of Death City is spotted by Shibusen sentries. There's even time for civilians to run and hide before the mass is identified as an army of what looks like decaying, shambling corpses. The city's defenders are slow to move, however; most of them are distracted and are having trouble dealing with the black blood in their bodies. While agents are gathering to head out to deal with the zombie threat, that's when the witches make their move.

Portals begin opening in the skies above the city, disgorging hideous familiars: bulbous spiders and leggy ants the size of dogs. They drop hundreds of feet down into the streets and alleyways of Death City, and scuttle off in search of victims. The spiders are poisonous and can spin copious amounts of web to capture their targets, the ants spit acid that cause agonizing, paralyzing pain. Their masters bear down on the city in a cloud of black shadows--massive ravens strong enough to carry off adult men. There are five witches, women on broomsticks, beautiful if not for their crazed grins and obvious glee at the chaos descending upon the city. At some unknown signal--maybe the cackling from a couple of them--they dive in concert and disappear into different areas of the city.

Their masterful plan has begun!

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There was a large bowl just off to the side of him as he sat on the balcony floor. It took all of his energy to grab what he needed to make it out there before his legs finally gave way on him, but he'd been fortunate enough to place himself enough out of view that someone entering the apartment wouldn't immediately see him.

His jacket was off and discarded to the other end of the balcony as he worked carefully on his wound. The water within the bowl was no longer clear, but almost dark red from the blood it has been used to clean. He did his best to ignore the sight, knowing that he'd lost far too much blood than he should have, and instead focused on the task at hand. The cloth he'd used draped over the edge of the basin forgotten while he continued to pull the thick threat through his skin, but it was there and ready for use for when he needed to next clean his wound.

His hands shook from the effort, his body having lost too much blood, but he'd remained stubborn enough to already be halfway through suturing his wound. Fortunately for him, the knife had pierced only his side, which had given him just enough distance for him to awkwardly work.

Sephiroth had to pause when there was too much blood pooling around the area again. Grunting his dis pleasure, he reached back out for the cloth before beginning to wipe the new blood from his far-too-pale skin.

He had to get himself, and the apartment, cleaned up before Cloud eventually returned, as he couldn't allow his Meister to know of his injury - at least not right now. The blonde had something else far too important to concern himself with, after all, and the last thing he wanted was to be in the way of that.

Edited 2012-03-18 22:35 (UTC)

Cloud returned to the apartment with full awareness that his Weapon was already there. He knew that Sephiroth was also aware of the length of time that he had been gone, but he had come back. As he had approached, he had noted the odd sensation through the JENOVA link that they shared, a wavering that he felt only on the rarest of occasions.

He slipped soundlessly into the apartment and stopped after shutting the door. There were blood droplets on the floor, old because of how much they had dried by now, and he followed them to the living area. They went to the kitchen but there was also a trail that headed for the balcony. He closed his eyes to concentrate, feeling that Sephiroth was further away than the kitchen, which meant the balcony.

Slowly and silently, he approached, his gloves stained with gore from the insects and lizards he had killed previously. He stopped in the doorway of the balcony and spied his Weapon and the source of the blood. He was also now very aware of why the link between them wavered; Sephiroth had lost a considerable amount of blood.

"You shouldn't be out here in such a condition. There may still be enemies," he murmured as he peeled off his gloves and stepped outside. He stepped over the bowl of what had probably been water and fell into a crouch next to his partner before leaning forward so his head came to rest on Sephiroth's bare shoulder. "Rest. I'll finish this for you," he murmured softly.

He had been far too distracted with his task to notice Cloud's approach. Wiping away the fresh blood from his wound, he tried to maintain his speed even if his body was betraying him by having his hands shake. It was getting difficult to focus on the task, but he couldn't leave the wound only half closed either. He would lose too much blood that way, and while his body could withstand much, Sephiroth knew that he couldn't afford to lose more than he already had.

Sephiroth glanced up at the unexpected voice from the doorway. He had lost track of time and had thought that he'd still have a few hours to recover before the blonde returned. Yet even as Cloud said those words and stepped outside, he lowered his gaze to return to his pitiful attempt of cleaning his wound.

"I didn't want to dirty the apartment any more than necessary," he honestly murmured. The fact that it would have been difficult for him to clean it up before Cloud's return the only reason he had moved outside, even if his blood was pooling on the balcony floor.

Sensing Cloud closing in him on, he quietly glanced over to regard the back of the blonde's head as it came to rest against his shoulder. Voice soft and straining to keep any strength in it, he lightly muttered, "I'm already halfway done."

The fact that Sephiroth's hands shook was a clear warning sign for him, and he knew that things were getting dangerous. He also knew better than to question the ex-General's motivations for letting such a wound get so bad. The blood that stained the silver-haired man's side and pants was explanation enough for him, and he knew that he shouldn't have left his partner for so long.

"There's blood in the apartment anyway," he murmured softly before he simply sat down on the balcony with his Weapon. His head still resting on Sephiroth's shoulder, he slid in closer and took the towel from the ex-General's hand to press it against the half-completed line of stitches.

"I want you to lay down, alright? Let me finish this and you rest, but don't go to sleep," he murmured softly urging the ex-General to lay down as he took the needle and thick thread. He'd have to warm the silver-haired man up soon enough and get some sugar into him right after. "Tell me what you did while I was gone," he pressed, wanting to keep Sephiroth awake above all else.

He had forced his body more than he should have, but it had been necessary. Sephiroth had needed the pain to keep the darkness at bay, and the wound had done its job more than well enough. He'd later become too distracted from the loss of blood and the effects that came with it to even notice anything else that had been going on with his body.

Sephiroth found a hand pushing his own out of the way as Cloud removed the cloth form his possession. Trying to keep his mind on the conversation, his answer was a little delayed as he muttered, "My apologies for not already cleaning it up." He would have gotten around to it once his wound was healed and his legs decided they wanted to work again, but Cloud had returned to the apartment before that could happen.

The question had him glancing over at the blonde when Cloud asked for him to lie down. He wanted to say that he didn't need to do such a weak thing, but there wasn't much strength of mind or body to refuse the gesture when Cloud urged for him to do just that. Gritting his teeth lightly as his wound pulled at the moment, he closed his eyes to try and keep his mind focused on everything else other than the distraction his sight offered.

"There were enemies blocking my path, so I merely removed them from it," he lightly muttered while his body seemed to slow down at the knowledge that he no longer had to take care of it. Weak... he was nothing but weak, and his mind questioned why Cloud would even bother remaining with such a weak Weapon.

He had half of his attention on Sephiroth as the ex-General was forced to give into laying down and resting and half of it on the wound that persisted in bleeding. He worried that something vital had been hit with the wound, but he couldn't well drag Sephiroth to a clinic now. No, the wound had to be stitched now to staunch the flow of blood.

He wiped at the blood before leaning over and took up the task of completing the line of sutures. "How many enemies? Did you fight spiders or ants or lizards," he asked, wanting to hear the comfort of his partner's voice to know that Sephiroth was still awake.

He had to work quickly, and he did. The needle slipped through pale flesh over and over, pausing only so he could tie the appropriate knots to hold the flesh margins together. Slowly, the line closed and the blood stopped flowing, but he wiped at the wound anyway to make certain.

If his mind hadn't been foggy from blood loss, Sephiroth might have caught on that Cloud's attempt to engage him in conversation was to make certain that he was still awake. He didn't think that he was weak enough to be anything otherwise, but it was getting more difficult to think and focus while he tried to supply the blonde with an answer.

"I am uncertain," he muttered when it came to the amount of enemies. All he had known was that there were targets that he needed to destroy, and he had reacted instinctively in response to that. "There were most of those."

He couldn't focus his mind enough to give Cloud a proper answer. His body was already working into overdrive in an attempt to heal the damage done to his side. That wasn't to mention its attempt to slowly begin reproducing enough blood cells to replace the litres he'd lost. Dully aware of when the needle made the final closure, his gaze reopened as he tried to fixate his attention on the blonde. "I trust that your companion was in well enough health?"

Cloud tried to remember if he had seen Sephiroth in such a state before, and he realized that he hadn't. The ex-General had been wounded yes, but never before had the man been so... fragile from bloodloss. He knew that he would have to keep his partner quiet and settled for awhile, days if he could.

He leaned down and bit off the end of the thread, pulling it away and wiping at the blood to make certain no more was coming. It seemed that the wound, aggravated as it was had stayed closed and would be alright. He wanted it bandaged to keep Sephiroth from moving too much, but that would be a challenge.

He glanced up at the mention of Tifa, his gaze darkening with flickering anger that such actions had been done to her unprovoked. He pushed it down and offered the ex-General a soft expression instead. "Yes, she'll make a full recovery," he murmured before leaning down and pressing his lips to the line of sutures before smirking at Sephiroth. "There, I kissed it better too. Let's get you inside, alright?"

Despite his dulled senses, it was impossible to miss the reaction Cloud had from his words. While it had been Kadaj that had caused the wounds, Sephiroth had been the one behind it. The Remnant, after all, was a piece of himself, and it was why he could not allow for Kadaj to take the attack from Cloud when he was doing only what he had been created to do.

He didn't say anything in reply to his words. If Lockhart would recover, then there was the possibility that Cloud wouldn't grow any level of resentment towards him for his actions in her injuries. While he cared nothing for the fighter, Sephiroth wanted to remain away from actions that would strain their partnership.

The press of lips to his wound was dully felt, and he found his mind refocusing on the situation rather than his thoughts. Lips quirking up into the barest semblance of a smile, he glanced away in the next moment before he attempted to push himself back up to sit. "I want to remain out here for a while longer," he admitted after struggling to get his body sitting again. He didn't want to admit the fact that his legs couldn't yet hold him up.

Cloud noted that Sephiroth said nothing about Tifa, and he knew for a fact that the silver-haired man didn't care either. That was just the way that things were, and he had come to accept that. It was better than open hostility. His job was the care for everyone around him, and that was a job that he took very seriously.

He shifted to slipped an arm around Sephiroth's back to help the ex-General sit up, but he didn't like how cold his Weapon's skin was. Too pale as well, and he needed to warm Sephiroth up and get him taking something to eat to help replace some of the blood lost. "You're too cold to remain out here," he replied logically.

He shifted his other arm under Sephiroth's knees and simply lifted the ex-General from the ground. He held the taller male in his arms as he rose to his feet and simply carried his partner back into the warmth of the apartment. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch as he passed it and shook it out before moving to allow Sephiroth's feet to the floor again. "I'm going to get you settled on the couch and then make you something warm to eat, alright?"

He hated the look Cloud gave him for the silence he'd given the blonde. While he knew that Cloud meant nothing of it, he couldn't help but feel as though he was being judged by his inactivity. Perhaps he was, as it seemed that everyone who held some level of connection to him judged him in many ways. A traitor, a pitiful friend, a weak Weapon, and the monster from their nightmares.

Sephiroth had every intention of remaining out on the balcony regardless of the blood he was sitting in, but it appeared as though Cloud had other ideas. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt arms coming under his knees before he attempted to glare sharply at the blonde. Sephiroth couldn't stop the stiffening of his body as he was picked up from the floor, or the disappointment he felt within at knowing he was too weak to prevent it from happening either.

With his gaze falling, he kept his silence as Cloud took him inside. Glancing away from the bloodstains on the floor, he felt a sudden pit of concern well within him as Cloud moved to place him on the floor. He wasn't certain whether his legs would hold him, but Sephiroth wasn't about to let Cloud know otherwise. That was why he put all of his focus in keeping his legs supportive of his weight even if they trembled from the effort of standing. He almost stumbled at first, but the ex-General stubbornly kept himself from falling before forcibly taking a step away from Cloud.

"I'm not weak," he muttered, but whether the words were for Cloud or himself, even he wasn't certain.

Cloud kept his grip firm around Sephiroth's back as the ex-General's feet settled back on the floor. He could tell by the pressure he had on his partner's back that Sephiroth was having trouble standing, and he knew that was a greater sign of blood loss than any. He had waited too long in coming back to the apartment. He should have come as soon as he felt the wavering.

Still, he let Sephiroth go from him, raising an eyebrow at the outburst before he simply threw the blanket around the silver-haired man's bare cold shoulders. "No one said you were weak, but you've lost a lot of blood. You need to rest," he said softly.

He stepped out to tuck the thick wool around Sephiroth's body before making it pointedly clear that the ex-General was to settle on the couch and stay there. "On the couch while I get you some juice and something to eat," he said. "Is there anything else I can get you?"

Sephiroth felt the hand against his back, and knew that regardless of how much he attempted to hide it, that Cloud could sense his weakness. It had been his own fault for blocking Cloud's attack towards Kadaj, but he couldn't bring himself to allow his Meister to strip his Remnant of his life. While such an attack would have landed his Meister in prison, Sephiroth found himself unable to allow Cloud to take that step of taking Kadaj's life.

The blanket over his shoulders had almost been enough to pitch him forward, but Sephiroth stubbornly remained where he was. He'd heard the words his partner had spoken, but he couldn't bring himself to answer them. In his own mind, he was nothing but weak. Cloud had once almost cleaved him in half, and he'd still been able to fight and move without such a weakness affecting his body. Here it wasn't the same though, and he remained silent as he felt the blanket being tucked around his blood stained body.

"I'm not in need of anything," he finally muttered. His head was spinning lightly, and he knew that Cloud wanted him on the couch, and yet he couldn't bring himself to sit and show the weakness he felt.

It was very clear to him with how wobbly Sephiroth was but how stubborn the man was being that there were issues underlying what was happening. He sighed heavily and walked away from the ex-General to pour two glasses of juice, since he suspected that the silver-haired man would still be wobbling on his feet when he returned. He'd worry about soup later then.

Returning as quickly as he was able, he set the two glasses on the coffee table before slipping out of his shoes and his shirt as well. He peered up at his Weapon and then stepped up to slip his arms inside the blanket to curl around cold skin before forcing Sephiroth to come and follow him down to the couch.

He eased the silver-haired man down between his legs as he propped himself up against the arm and settled his Weapon against him. His hands moved to rub on the cold skin in hopes of warming it. "You need me," he said in reply. "And some juice will make you feel better."

He couldn't bring himself to sit down on the couch. Doing so would only be admitting to his failure when it came to himself and his abilities, and he had dealt with enough failure throughout his life already. Besides, he wasn't entirely certain why Cloud was even here when he was meant to be taking care of his companion. That was why he had kept the state of his health silent when Cloud had been torn between the decision.

The minimal warmth the blanket was giving wasn't enough to penetrate his mind, and he hadn't even realised how long he'd been standing there before Cloud had returned. Glancing up at the touch, he felt the blonde's gaze on him as arms slipped beneath the blanket to touch against his cool skin. He flinched somewhat at the unexpected warmth, and despite his desire to resist, he found himself unable to when Cloud was urging him down.

His side jarred with pain from the movement, and he quietly settled between the blonde's legs. He would have remained sitting forward, but Cloud appeared to have other ideas as he was pulled back. The soft words spoken washed over his hearing, and he glanced down when he realised the truth of the statement. He knew that Cloud didn't need him, and he felt weak that he was the only one who had such a need. He should have been stronger than that, but his own weakness seemed to be displayed right in front of him to bare witness time and time again.

"I will be fine in a few moments," he muttered even if Sephiroth knew it would take more than a few moments. All he needed was enough strength to get his legs properly working again, and he'd be fine. Cloud could return to watching over his companion, and he wouldn't have to worry about keeping the blonde from such things.

"He didn't injure anyone else important to you?" Sephiroth found himself asking. If Kadaj had injured the Cetra, he doubted that even he could prevent Cloud from striking the Remnant down.

He tried to be as careful as possible as he settled on the couch and shifted Sephiroth against him. He tugged until the blanket could be wrapped around them both and their bare skin was touching. He hissed in slight shock as his partner's cold skin settled on his own, but he knew that it was needed to help the ex-General.

Using his feet, he made certain that the blanket covered them both, but he was mostly concerned about keeping Sephiroth safe and warm with him. He also couldn't help but sense a little of the odd sensations that wafted down their wavering link, and it caused him to pass his fingers through some of Sephiroth's hair.

"Take as long as you need," he murmured as he settled comfortably. Seeing his Weapon in such a state welled a sense of protectiveness that he often felt for those he cared about. He sighed heavily, nestling his nose in his Weapon's hair before sliding a hand around to settle on the stitched wound. "Yes, but I'm taking care of that person as I took care of Tifa before that."

The hiss had his full attention as his gaze snapped back to regard the blonde. "You are injured?" Sephiroth couldn't help but ask. Cloud's body felt hot to his cold skin, but his mind was too foggy to make the connection that it was the temperature of his body that had alarmed the blonde in such a way.

His limbs felt heavy, almost too heavy to move, while Cloud was shifting the blanket around. It seemed that the blonde wouldn't be satisfied until they were both covered from neck to toe... the thought that would usually amuse him with their height difference if his mind was capable of such thought.

The heavy sigh had him wanting to glance back again, but Sephiroth paused when he felt a pressure against the back of his head. He remained poised in his position, and only flinched lightly as he felt a hand settle against his stitched wound. Sephiroth didn't count himself as a casualty of Kadaj's state of mind, how could he when he had willingly transformed himself back to take the blow?

"The wound is one I gave myself," he softly murmured, but not as a way to protect Kadaj, but more because it was the truth. Sephiroth could have avoided it entirely if he had remained in his Weapon form, but he couldn't have risked either Cloud or Kadaj getting injured if he had broke resonance and become unwieldy for Cloud at that point.

Amused by Sephiroth's concern, Cloud shook his head a little but kept himself perfectly settled so that he could warm the ex-General's skin. "No, you're just very cold, that's all," he murmured in return as the initial shock was over. If he could transfer some of his heat to his Weapon, he would do so without complaint.

He knew what Sephiroth had done, though he didn't entirely know if it was to protect him, Kadaj or them both. He didn't fault the ex-General for breaking their resonance because he would have killed Kadaj for bringing harm to his friend. He still considered that he might if he saw the kid again, and he wasn't one to hold back when he had set his mind to something.

Still, the blow that his Weapon had taken had been intended for Kadaj. He felt bad for not abandoning the strike, but he had been so clouded by rage at the time that he hadn't. Sephiroth had paid the price, and he still considered it Kadaj's fault for forcing his Weapon to take such measures in the first place.

"It doesn't matter, but I want to take care of you," he murmured softly before shifting enough to reach over to grab a glass filled with juice. "Will you drink this?"

Nodding his head, he felt some level of relief in knowing that Cloud had escaped without injury. He didn't say anything about his body's temperature, and instead allowed his mind to wonder while he remained leaning against Cloud's body. It was difficult not to focus on how pitiful he was right here and now, but his actions had stopped Cloud from taking Kadaj's life, so that was enough for him.

He felt conflicted by the offer, knowing that whatever had been done to Lockhart would have been severe, and he didn't want Cloud to feel as though he was bound to do this out of obligation. The feelings of fear and concern the Meister had for Tifa had been unmistakable, and akin to the same feelings that Cloud had for the Cetra. It was those same feelings that he had come to fear since he knew what it meant even if he deluded himself into ignore that knowledge.

Sephiroth didn't say anything to the murmured words, and glanced over to regard the glass. He reached out to take it, knowing that Cloud would persist until he did, and moved to pull it from the blonde's possession. The moment it left Cloud's hold though, the glass began slipping through Sephiroth's fingers because of his muscle weakness. Gritting his teeth, he attempted to grasp onto the glass, but his hands seemed to be almost in pain as his muscles froze.

The emotion from the silver-haired man weren't quite obvious to him, but he could feel the ebb and flow of the stronger ones. The problem was that Sephiroth was too weak and disoriented to make much sense, so he had trouble picking up what he could from the ex-General. There was fear though, that was an emotion he had felt his share, and he knew the source.

He didn't deny the source either. If he was being honest with himself, there were things in his past that still weren't dealt with no matter how close he was to Sephiroth. He could care for the man, could even trust and be comfortable with him, but the past had left deep scars. There would be no apologies for those scars he knew, just as he could never apologize for what he had done. Still, the past trailed them, and sooner or later, they would have to deal with it. That confrontation would either break them apart or drive them together.

How had their future selves dealt with it? After ten years, they would have had to confront one another. They were still together and looking happy. Was it all just a game they were avoiding, or did he and Sephiroth need to get closer before it was brought up?

Shivering, he shook his head and let Sephiroth have the glass, though he shifted his hand down to the bottom of the glass to support it. He felt sorry for Sephiroth and felt the frustration and weakness, but he only supported his Weapon and didn't take over again. "It's okay," he whispered softly. "Take your time. I'm here with you."

The frustration had been enough to distract him from his previous thoughts. That distance that remained between them was what kept the ex-General at an emotional distance. He knew that despite the photo, probably now stained with blood, hidden within his jacket, that the future would not end up like it had before it had been changed. Oh he could delude himself into believing it would remain the same, but his pessimistic side was telling him differently.

He could feel the pain of tension along his jaw as he clenched it far too tightly in anger. The only reason the glass hadn't fallen was because of Cloud's intervention, and he dropped his hand back down to his lap as he closed his eyes and sighed. He suddenly felt tired, but not due to his injuries. Yet it was something that Sephiroth knew that he had to keep within, and would do so until this world decided their fates.

Flexing his hand, he tried to distract himself from his thoughts by regaining any level of strength back in the limb. There was still an odd tightness to the muscle, an obvious reaction to the bloodloss he'd sustained, before setting his jaw and reaching up to try taking the glass once again.

"Things shouldn't be this difficult," Sephiroth half-growled as he tried to have strength of will over his limbs when it came to picking up the glass. Yet while he was focusing on that action, his words hadn't actually been directed at the inabilities his hand was currently showing.

His fingers shifted to support the glass more appropriately, and his expression softened when the silver-haired man gave up holding it. The fact that the ex-General had to rely on him was nice, a sort of release of the debut he had acquired when he had eaten that Kishin soul and had been bedridden for days at a time. This was different, but he liked to know they could rely on each other in a similar way he relied on AVALANCHE.

Slowly, he lifted the glass towards the ex-General's lips to encourage his partner to drink some of the juice. With the amount of blood that Sephiroth had lost, he needed to get some of it into the man before there were more problems than there currently were.

He paused lifting the glass the rest of the way at the words and he shifted his head down to nestle his nose into the silver hair. "Why are we making things so difficult," he asked softly.

Watching as the glass raised up towards him, he couldn't help but find his thoughts drifting. As much as he loathed to admit it, every time he believed that he had something unique, something that he might be able to call his, it never truly ended that way. It had been the same as in the past. While he had what he'd thought was the friendship of both Angeal and Genesis, it never truly was that even before the decline of that bond. He had always felt that it was him against them no matter what he did to try and change it to be otherwise, and it was the same that he felt here with Cloud.

The blonde had all of his companions here, those who he considered to be most important to him, and yet the bond that they had formed together was no different than what he once had with Angeal and Genesis. He still felt as though he was always against the stronger bonds, and that no matter what would happen here, it would never go beyond that.

Although he supposed that it was something he deserved. Perhaps he simply wasn't fated to have anything like that. Genesis had Angeal, Cloud had his two female companions, and even Kuroro had Kurapika. Yet he had never truly experienced such a bond before, and knew because of his actions that he never would either. It was something he never would experience despite how much he craved it, but then again, he was never fated to be normal either.

"It is just as they're fated to be," Sephiroth said back just as softly while his gaze remained transfixed on the juice-filled glass. He knew he shouldn't allow himself to take comfort in Cloud's gesture, but the ex-General couldn't stop himself from doing so either.

He suspected that some of Sephiroth's quietness was because of the blood loss that the ex-General had experienced. His partner healed quicker than most, but even then, it would probably take days for the silver-haired man to recover fully. However, he also knew that there was a part of the quietness that meant that his Weapon was thinking.

Much like himself, he knew when Sephiroth thought too long and hard on something that it could be detrimental to everyone's health. He suspected he knew a little of what the ex-General was thinking about, but he wasn't certain how far and deep those thoughts were currently going.

He lifted the glass to Sephiroth's lips, encouraging the silver-haired man to take a long drink from it. His other arm curled almost protectively around Sephiroth's neck as he shifted his head so that he could watch to make certain that he wasn't spilling.

"I don't believe in fate," he murmured softly. "I don't think you should either; your actions are your own." He dropped the glass away when it seemed that the ex-General was finished for the time being, though he held it ready to offer more at a moments notice. "What do you think is fated to be as it is?"

He watched as Cloud brought the glass up towards his lips. There was no doubt that the blonde wanted him to drink, and while he didn't feel the desire to do just that, Sephiroth slowly forced himself forward to do just that. He could feel the blonde's eyes on him as he lightly drank the juice. The action was difficult to do, and he found that he could only take so much before he was pulling his lips away and needing a break.

"Perhaps," Sephiroth softly muttered as he leant back against Cloud's body. The pain of his wound made itself known from the movement, and he dropped one hand down to press against the injury in an attempt to force the feeling away. "The way that I am," he unhelpfully said, but Sephiroth found himself unable to voice the thoughts that he had.

Even if he was the one on the outside looking in, the ex-General still felt the desire to have even that much in comparison to what he should have. He knew that it wasn't his place to have such things, it never had been, and felt no desire within him to lose it by wanting something that was never meant to be his.

Glancing away from Cloud's look, he did his best to school his features before returning his attention back to the blonde. "Is the threat no longer in the city?"

[Sephiroth] [Just after the kidnapping] [Closed]

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