sephiroth, “tol alien boy”, SOLDIER first class. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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finalflight2020-06-28 03:13 pm
supersoldier) wrote in finalflight2020-06-28 03:13 pm
supersoldier) wrote in finalflight2020-06-28 03:13 pm
#justgodlikebeingthings
[And so her light turns into fire.
It’s a tug of aggression, the kind that makes him bow low, as though she has her fingers wrapped tight around a leash instead of a lengthy braid of hair. The petal of a flower jostles from its home, flutters to the ground and disintegrates before it can land near the toe of Sephiroth’s boot.
He smiles.
The curve of it is dagger-sharp at this proximity, contrasted with the lazy lifting of malachite eyes beneath long, dark lashes. She’s close; he can feel her breath glide against his cheekbones, striking him hot with agitation. If he pressed closer, maybe he could steal her heart away and feel it pulsing beneath his own suffocating grip.]
Do you want my blessing?
[A rhetorical, an old ghost of brazenness come jutting through his words, then lost again.]
I want to know if you would return to the past a second time. If you would try so hard to set things right — meet your mercenary again. Travel a dying Planet again. Feel your own life fade on the point of my blade again.
[Here, he laughs. Low, diaphanous, terrible.]
If you would follow me.