kalmaccountant

[kalmaccountant]

phantomdream​:

〚 ❣ 〛 He plays along with her dumb joke, even if it really had happened, and she laughs. It’s the same, he’s the same, even through his grief and shaking voice and the tears clouding the way he speaks, it’s still him, and it brings about a fresh wave of tears. What must it have been like, spending these last few weeks believing her dead? Calling and texting and getting no reply, just voicemails and texts that were delivered but never seen?

“Of course you weren’t that bad,” she says, and she wants to joke with him, but the relief of hearing his voice and letting him know she’s alive and alright - well, as alright as she can be after what happened - pushes her towards a serious answer. An honest one. “You were never bad. You’re-” all I want. Everything I want. “-kind of irritating sometimes.” Another laugh; the joking is a defense mechanism, a way to keep him at arms’ length from her feelings. But she doesn’t want it anymore.

“I can tell you everything later. I’m in Sector 6, just outside of Wall Market, down from Madam M’s.” She knows this is going to be a short call, knows he’s probably halfway out the door already, was just waiting for the location so he could get in his car and speed his way to her, ShinRa surveillance be damned, but she doesn’t want to hear the click on the other end just yet. Doesn’t want him to disconnect. Fingers curl around the phone a bit tighter and her throat feels tight. For a long while, she doesn’t know what to say.

And, of course, when she does speak again, she says something that would only worry him more. “Bring a car with leg room. I’m uh..hurt pretty bad.” Fuck. It’s out before she can stop herself, but it was a way to keep him talking just a little longer, a way to hear his voice for a few more seconds. It won’t take him long to get here, but she’s still a little afraid that this might all be a fever dream from her recovery.

[🎱]

He was already on his way to Sector 6 in as discreet a vehicle as possible. A simple common van used for deliveries in and out of HQ to other Sectors. But since he would have to take the long route. he indeed kept his phone on. Speaker loud as Zwei drove to reunite with the one that he cared so much for. For the first time in years, he felt an unwavering purpose. This was it. She was it. As he listened to her voice, he heard the extent of her injuries. In some ways, he wasnt that dismayed about it, in the Turk’s mind, he would rather have her be alive and well in some semblence than dead. 

“Just hold on, okay? I’m coming...” He stated with conviction and reassurance, hoping that it would alleviate any fears or nerves that she might have about the current situation and perhaps cheer her up. Zwei wondered how he was going to react when he finally laid his eyes upon her once more... He didn’t know, but if it was possible, he would hug her as softly as he could. Relearn the warmth and love that had always been there from the start... 

Eventually reaching the destintation, Zwei stepped out of the vehicle and held the phone up to his ear once more. The night air was soft, but there was a chill. It was lucky that he put on his jacket as he left, he could give it to Jessie if she needed it. “I’m here... Could you get your friend to open the door?” He asked, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he decided to jest about their storied past. “Remember when I snuck into your room multiple times because your friends were out? Seems like we’ve come full circle now, huh?” Upon saying his piece however, the Accountant here’s the door open and finds himself invited in. 

He kept the phone against him as he enters the relatively clean home and there did he lay sight on the one. Jessie Rasberry. The Rebel that stole his heart, he didn’t even care about the state she was in. Tears welled in his eyes as he approached her, not wanting to hold anything or keeping anything from her again. With as stong of a voice as he could muster as Zwei stepped closer and closer, he whispers the words that they had been hiding from each other for so long. 

“I love you... I love you so much, Jessie Rasberry...” 

[kalmaccountant]

phantomdream​:

〚 ❣ 〛 Jessie barely remembers platefall, even weeks after it happened. She remembers gunfire and the chopping of helicopter blades through the air; explosions and…she thinks she can recall Cloud and Tifa? But it’s all such a blur surrounded by the darkness of the several days she was comatose before waking up confused in Sector 6, being tended to in the gym turned into a makeshift recovery ward where people tried to help survivors heal.

Try as she might, she can’t remember anything about it, but hears the sound of crumbling metal in her sleep, wakes up often in a cold sweat, tears on her cheeks and a cry on her lips. It exacerbates some of her injuries, thrashing around like she does, but at least those seem to be getting better. Some of her bones are being set before the healers can use magic to heal it the rest of the way, and she has permanent aches setting into her shoulder and knee (oh gods, her knee hurts like a bitch, and she’s taken to wearing a brace on it at all times just to remain steady when standing), but she feels off after it all.

Are her friends alright? Did they make it out safely? Biggs was on a lower level than she was, did he make it to safety? Barret, Tifa, and Cloud? Were they crushed beneath the mountain of metal? And-

Zwei. He’d been so concerned after their last fight, after she sent him that one picture of herself all dolled up only to stop talking to him for the rest of the night. Couldn’t take her phone into Corneo’s, didn’t have time to check it when she got back and the tower was being attacked. He must be so worried.

It takes a few days, but Nellie, who’d thankfully been out of Sector 7 at the time, had managed to find her phone amidst the destruction. The screen’s cracked in the corner, but considering what it’d been through, it’s a miracle that’s all it is. It still charges, and when she powers it on, she’s greeted by an onslaught of texts and missed calls from Zwei, starting with concerned, moving to upset when she never responded, but growing more and more worried, scared, sad, as the weeks passed and she never replied. Dozens and dozens of messages, texts and voicemails, and she tears up at hearing his strained voice on the other line begging her to call him, please, please.

And she does. With slightly trembling fingers, she calls him back, waits for several rings before he picks up, and even sounding cautiously hopeful, he sounds beautiful. “Hey,” she says, finds that her voice shakes a bit. Anticipation? Happiness? Relief? All of it. “Sorry to disappear on you like that. I had a date with a mob boss and some Turks. Turned pretty bloody. You hear about it?” She laughs, tear-filled but happy.

[🎱]

Perhaps it was the intoxication of the liqour that he had been drinking recently that had caused his reluctance to pick up the phone when it rang the first time. The Accountant was in no mood for conversation with his colleagues right now. But once the phone rang again, a stifled grumble left his lips as he grasped at his phone, flipping it open only to realise the name that was making contact. Jessie. Zwei had to look twice, rubbing his eyes as if this was some joke or halucination. 

It couldn’t be real, could it? Part of him pessimistically thought that it was a trick, and that on the other end would be Reno or Cissnei begging him to come to the office to do some work... But what he’d hear on the other end once he did answer sent his senses alight. 

“H-Hello?” The Turk would ask, bottom lip quivering as he raised a fist to his lips. The response? It was her. That same voice that had haunted his nightmares for the last few weeks, but instead of torment he felt levity as he bit on his knuckle to stifle the fact that he indeed was welling up. “What the fuck were you doing dating a mob boss?” Zwei asks, masquerading the sobs behind a chuckle, a couple of sniffles breaking out as he slouched against the wall. “Was I really that bad?” Part of that statement was sarcasm, the other was serious... He wanted reassurance. 

But as he allowed her to answer the question, his heart raced. So much for being a strong Turk that could operate without letting their emotions get in the way. “Where are you, Jessie? I want you to know just how much I-” Holding his tongue, Zwei rose to his feet slowly, keeping phone in hand as he slipped on the large suit jacket. He walked into the bathroom, wiping away tears and putting on the strongest face he could muster. 

“Jessie,” He clears his throat, one final sniffle before finally letting out a sigh. One filled with relief, as if the weight of guilt that he bared on his shoulders had finally be lifted away. All the burdens, in fact he almost felt like he had sobered up a bit. “I’m so sorry for the pain I’ve caused you, I couldve stopped this from happening and now... Fuck...” His breath hitched for a moment as he clamboured in his mind for things to say. Until all the memories of past messages came rushing through, all the texts... And the ones that he sent but deleted after. 

“What I need to say to you I have to say in person, and I’ve been wanting to say this for the longest time... Please, where can I find you? I need to see you, just to know this is real.” His tone was pleading, he was done waiting... He had lived a life of too many regrets to waste this opportunity now. 

[kalmaccountant]

{ Starter for @phantomdream }

Life had to go on, he knew that better than anyone. But how could he? Ever since the Plate fell, Zwei had blamed himself for not being there. That he put his profession and job before the one person he ever truly cared about. Now he had to live the rest of his life knowing that the one who stole his heart was gone.

Zwei had thought to rid himself of the many mementos left behind by the rebel that he fell for, but it hurt him too much. Even Stanley could sense that something was wrong with his partner, and like any trusty companion, comforted Zwei when he needed it most. The Turk had found himself spending time working on unfinished projects that the rebel wanted to do, perhaps one day leading him to a state of enlightenment or paying back to her in spirit what he should've done while she was still alive.

The bike she was working on took a week to finish, in between work and late at night, he found himself working on it. And by the end of it, the bike was indeed repaired... More or less, but the pain of loss could only be halted for so long. Tonight was the worst in the many days after. Locking himself in the master bedroom, the Turk finally broke down.

He gripped upon his phone, tears streaming down his face and a bottle of wine in the other hand. Zwei was already halfway done as he read through all the texts that the pair had sent each other... Happy memories. That gradually lead to the final part. He could've stopped this, stopped her from falling victim... Stopped her from dying. The eerie silence of the room, sombre and sorrowful as the usually steadfast accountant crumbled. Being alone was the last thing he wanted but even Stanley couldn't help in this situation... He missed her. His own Ray of sunshine, his cute mechanic.... He wanted Jessie, but now she was gone.

"Why do the good ones always leave me?"

[kalmaccountant]

chasiingrain​:

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[🎱]

Laboured breaths left the Turk as he finally relieved himself inside of her, a pleasured groan escaping his lips as he slowly pulled himself out of the warm sheathe that he had grown accustomed too. It felt wrong pulling out so soon, but he was satisfied and by the looks of things, so was Jessie. Rolling off of the woman that he had taken a very big liking too, he released one final sigh before turning his head to his lover for the night and offered her a small smile. “It was perfect... You’re surprisingly quick to learn given what happened earlier, I’m impressed.” While the ‘incident’ earlier proved to be a setback for the young woman, it really didn’t bother him that much... He’s just happy he could give her a good time. A proper one for once. 

Strangely enough, with moments like these, Zwei would more than often not leave once the deed was done and his fun was had but this time? He felt different. The Accountant didn’t want to leave the company next to him, a welcome change had she not been someone who he should be turning in... But how could he? She was too kind, innocent yet a member of an organisation that despise people like himself. Closing his eyes, he tugged the woman closer to him pullling the duvet over the two of them and pressed a firm kiss atop her head. 

“I hope I wasn’t too harsh or rough with you, did you have a good time at least?” Asked the Accountant, his tone soft and sweet. Oh how he wished things weren’t so complicated between the two of them, this secret of his wouldn’t last forever. It couldn’t, but at least he could have some time with the woman of his dreams, at least for a little while longer. “I meant what I said by the way. You were fantastic tonight... Don’t know why you’d do it with someone like me, wouldn’t your people hate what you’re doing right now? Not that I’m complaining I just... Want to avoid you getting into trouble.” 

[kalmaccountant]

chasiingrain​:

〚 ❣ 〛Zwei doesn’t sit close enough for Jessie to lean against him, so instead she settles on looking mildly annoyed when he wraps the blanket around himself without including her inside it as well. “Rude,” she says as she finishes tucking herself into her hoodie since he isn’t sharing the blanket, and she’s starting to pull her arms into it as well when he finally moves closer. With a smile, she leans against him, feeling comfortable with how oddly domestic the whole scene is - when he pulls her hoodie strings tight around her face.

“What the fuck,” she says, though she’s laughing and batting at his hands to make him let go. “Bite him, Stanley! Don’t let him get away with this!” Zwei releases the strings and she pulls her hood back out to its normal shape in time to see him pull Stanley onto his legs, where the little dog sat watching Jessie but definitely not biting Zwei. “He really is a traitor. At least he’s cute.” She rubs the dog’s head before pushing the hood back since she knows now that Zwei can’t be trusted, but keeps her knees inside, leaning against him again.

“And for the record, I am busy. You just happen to have a super cute puppy that I love and need to steal from you, and I can do that best tomorrow when you’re at work and I’m here with just him. And then he can help me with all my projects back home, isn’t that right, Stanley? You wanna be a mechanic puppy? Help me build a motorcycle and some radios and maybe something-” She leans in and stage whispers to him, “-explodey?” Zwei, she knows, will absolutely not agree with this plan, but he works tomorrow and definitely can’t stop her.

[🎱]

“You know that saying those words to my sweet puppy isn’t going to persuade him to migrate into your ownership, as adorable as that may be.” Replied the Accountant with a mildly conniving grin. Since Jessie had taken her new position curled up in her hoodie like a tortoise, he pulls her into his arms and rests his bearded chin atop her head. “Also, there’s no way on Gaia’s green fields that i’m letting you make anything ‘explodey’ with Stanley on my watch.” Feigning the sternness in his voice, a lofty chuckle left his lips before turning on the TV. 

A comedy was on TV but Zwei was much enjoying the company of his lover and their puppy to pay too much attention. The soft hum of laughter at goofy scenes and the colourful lights from the teleision provided ample ambience for their meeting. “I’m sorry by the way, it must’ve been kinda nervewracking coming up here, since ShinRa’s pretty uptight about security and whatnot as you know. I wouldn’t know what I’d do if you got caught.” His admission was short, but sincere enough. Oh how he desperately wanted to tell her how he felt but... They were still enemies after all, and the Turk prided himself on his professionalism... Most of the time.

“Also you know that pic of the motorcycle you sent me over the phone? Why don’t you bring it up here and I can help you fix it. Maybe you can teach me a thing or two, hell maybe I can pick the colour if you want to repaint it or something... And yes, Stanley you can join in and watch.” He rubbed the top of his puppy’s head, greeted by the wagging of a tail and a soft bark in response before the small hound hopped off the sofa and bounded its way back to his basket and munching on a squeaky toy. “He’s really grown fond of you... Probably thinks your his mother.” 

[kalmaccountant]

The Matchmaker’s Playbook (2018)

[kalmaccountant]

      this is why you shouldn’t add priest on wire, feat @kalmaccountant, and with @stingslikeabee dragged into it.

[kalmaccountant]

chasiingrain​:

〚 ❣ 〛 It’s easier for the moment to listen to him speak than to try to counter what he’s saying, at least for now. She doesn’t intend to stop her fight against ShinRa, and she knows she’ll get hurt along the way, or at least that the chance of it happening is pretty damn high. But how can she tell him that nothing he does or says will sway her…without it possibly offending him? Or making him want to leave after he’d only just gotten there? She struggles for a time, burrowing in closer against him, as if her mere bodyweight could stop him from going if he really wanted to.

“Yeah, stay,” she says in answer to his last question, because that one has an answer she can give that’s satisfying for them both. Her roommate don’t need to know that she has a man staying the night, and if he’s offering, she assumes he can either be late tomorrow for work, or he’ll leave early enough to get there on time. So she says yes, keeps him close, her arm tucked around him, head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat strong and steady. It’s comforting and she wants to say so many things to him

But all she can manage is to address his previous concerns rather than her own feelings. “What happened with us wasn’t the reason I went to the reactor.” It seems like a strange stretch to make, but maybe he’s genuinely afraid that she put herself in danger because he’d teased her about something she was moderately self-conscious about. “And…I’m not going to stop. We have to keep fighting for the planet, for the dead.” For the ones like her father who might not have a lifestream to go to if it’s all used up. Does he know about her dad’s accident? Probably not. He doesn’t have a reason to believe he worked for ShinRa, or any reason to think of Jessie’s parents at all. “I have to keep going out and doing my part. It’s just a few scrapes, I’ll be fine.”

[🎱]  

“Heh, then I’ll stay.” Replied the Turk with a wink as his eyes closed for a moment just to take in and appreciate the calm stillness around them, the once miserable and gloomy atmosphere of the room now turning into something a bit lighter and gentler. His hand slid smoothly to the back of her neck, fingers gently brushing over her nape before combing gently through her hair. It was always so soft, and made it perfect just to brush through with his fingers. He really did love spending time with this Rebel... She wasn’t an enemy anymore. He hoped she could become something more. 

But alas, fate decided they should be on the wrong sides of history. While he could try to deter her from her current course, Zwei knew that she was deadset on carrying on with AVALANCHE. Part of him respected her for it, the other part hated it. One of these days, they would have to face each other on the field once more, but not for these cute moments, no. He would have no choice but to fight her, lest he lose his job or worse... His own life. But dwelling on this wasn’t a good thing and instead, he wanted to talk about different things instead. More hopeful things.

“When everything is said and done, and if you guys end up winning... What are your plans after the fact?” Asked the curious Accountant as he took the vodka bottle from her hands and took a swig for himself and once he was finished he handed it back to her. “I sadly don’t have the benefit of a retirement plan, I feel like I’m going to end up staying with ShinRa till the day I shrivel up into an old man and die.” Joked the Accountant, a small smirk curling on his lips as he tilted Jessie’s chin up. “You better be fine. Or else I’ll get very angry.” and with those words, he pressed his lips gently against her own.

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chasiingrain​:

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Eyes focused on her alone, the sounds of the jukebox fading away and replaced with just their breaths, pants and soft moans as his pace against her quickened. In a way, Zwei was glad that he decided to continue and the Turk was even more pleased that she was confident enough to carry on. The feeling of the tight squeeze down below from her inner walls was an incredibly satisfying feeling, and while it was her first time in what could be seen as a long time, her skill and how fast she picked up on it all was a sight to behold. 

It was a joy watching her come undone, watching her hands roam his body with reckless abandoned, a desire and need that matched his own as he whispered breathless nothings against her lips before finally, he spoke. “J-Jessie... I’m close...” He let out in between pants, the growls and grunts leaving his lips becoming louder and more pronounced as he neared his climax. It only fuelled him more as he felt her nails dig into him, the sharp shock and pain from it sending a shiver up his spine that fired up his senses even more.

“Where do you want me... To let go?” He asked innocently, feeling himself losing focus as one hand moved to her waist, fingers digging hard on her sides while his other hand perched itself gently around her neck. He squeezed softly, a small smirk on his lips as he offered her this one chance to speak while he could still listen and hear as the end for him loomed close. “Please let go with me...” Asked the Turk further, the smirk growing into a more cheeky one. 

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chasiingrain​:

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Of all the turns their conversation could have taken, this was so far from what Jessie could have expected that she can’t quite shake herself from her stunned, brimming on anger, silence. What was idle chatter preceding what was supposed to be a quiet evening together has the potential to become something so much worse depending on how all of this goes. Not that it seems like there’s many places this can go. He ‘knows things’, he knows ‘the truth about what happened at the reactor’, and she can’t imagine what it could be, or why he didn’t tell her sooner.

He had come to see her mere hours after the bombing itself, had held her all night, listened to her grief over the destruction she’d caused because of her bombs, and he’s been harboring some sort of secret ‘truth’ since then? That alone makes her feel angry before he even has a chance to explain himself or whatever it is he’s about to come home and tell her.

Seemingly sensing her anxiety, Stanley sits beside the bath and whines until she pets him, where he nestles his head into her hand and gives her palm an affectionate lick. He calms her for now, enough that she decides she won’t leave before Zwei gets here, that she’ll stay where she is until he has a chance to say what he needs or wants to say. It already feels like everything is too far gone for her to want to stay any longer than she needs to, but she’ll give him this chance. So she doesn’t move, just keeps the water hot, pulls her knees up to her chest, and pets Stanley with her free hand.

[🎱]  

He knew he had made a huge mistake even mentioning the truth about what happened, and he only hoped that it wasn’t too late and that Jessie was still in his suite as the Accountant made a mad dash back home. Zwei fumbled with his keys as he entered the elevator, cursing at himself for being such an idiot. He never was great at keeping top secret information, but he couldn’t bare to see Jessie beat herself up over what had happened at the reactor any longer. She deserved to know the truth, or at least the stuff that would matter to her. He cared for her too much, he loved her. 

Once the elevator had come to a stop, he ran towards his front door. Once more, he fumbled this time trying to insert the key into the lock. With gritted teeth, he eventually managed to open the door and was immediately greeted by Stanley who barked loudly at his arrival with excitement. He rushed to close the door and offered the dog a treat as well as the chew toy he loved to distract him as Zwei moved to the bathroom. When he saw the Rebel still there, the Turk breathed a sigh of relief before taking a seat by the tub. He took a moment of pause, knowing full well that Jessie was not in the greatest of moods, but it was a long run. 

“Okay... I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been hiding things from you... You deserve to know what I know, after seeing you beat yourself up over this for the last couple of days I can’t take it anymore... You matter too much to me and you deserve to be happy. And if this means you’l hate me or you won’t ever want to see me again, so be it. I’m sorry, Jessie..” The Accountant took aother brief pause as he removed one button from his shirt to alleviate the pressure around his neck. “The Reactor blowing up wasn’t because of your explosives...” Did he really have the balls to tell her? Maybe he could spin something quickly to cover the truth... She would never know...

"ShinRa wanted to make bolder moves on AVALANCHE... So the reactor explosion was made stronger. They wanted to make it look worse than what it was..” 

[kalmaccountant]

chasiingrain​:

〚 ❣ 〛Jessie rolls her eyes and palms the door once, not hard but enough to be heard. “I’ll bite your shoes,” she says mock threateningly, though her voice is filled with laughter as the door opens and Stanley instead makes circles around her, and so what if Jessie can’t stop the smug smirk she gives Zwei. “I think he likes me best.” Her words are muffled briefly as Zwei pulls her close and kisses her cheek, and she plants her lips against his neck before turning her attention to Stanley.

“We mostly have cats where I live, but!” She pulls out a bag of dog treats, just a few since she doesn’t want to impede on any diet Zwei has for him, and pulls one out for him that he yips happily over before taking it carefully from her and gnawing on it in the middle of the floor. She could stay on that floor all night with him, but she stands and is pulled back against her companion, a kiss against her neck and arm around her waist, and yes, she feels herself flushing slightly at how soft he is right then. Like a lover than a friend with benefits - though with how they talk, the things they’ve said, are they even just friends? She doesn’t ask what they are, that’s not why she’s here.

“I’m not too hungry, no. Maybe in a bit.” Carefully she tucks her bag against the side of his coffee table so it’s neatly out of the way, then sits on the couch, pulling her legs up and leaning a bit to one side to make herself comfortable. She starts to inch her hoodie over her knees to bundle herself up into a ball while waiting for him to join her. “What were you doing before? Something boring like watching sports? Or something boring like watching the news?”

[🎱]

His smile widened as she folded herself up into her hoodie. The Accountant was reminded of a much younger Cissnei, his ‘supervisor’, whom used to do the same thing when she was in her casual gear. It was an innocent and incredibly cute look as the taller male joined her on the couch and tugged over the blanket that hung loosely over the armrest. Her wrapped it around himself before turning on the TV in front of them and putting on something entertaining. He flicked through the channels, passing by the sports and news sections before finally coming to a stop at a Wutain animation. He always admired these cartoons, they were a lot more stylistic and gritty than the ones that are produced in Midgar. 

“So how have you been, it’s nice to see that you’re comfortable spending more time with me. Usually you’d tell me that you’re musy during these times.” Teased Zwei before he scootched himself closer and pulled the wrapped up potato girl into his arms before throwing the hood over her head and pulling the hoodie strings to tighten it. A cute little practical joke for Jessie as the Turk chuckled at himself for the little stunt that he pulled. Even Stanley was getting in on it as the cute puppy barked at his owner. 

Looking down at the small dog, he scoffed before shrugging. “Calm down, boy... It was only a joke, I wouldn’t hurt Jessie intentionally!” He leaned down and lifted the dog onto the couch with them and propped him onto his lap before allowing Jessie to fix herself up. “Hey, sorry about that. It wouldn’t be me if I didn;t do that to you, especially with you looking like a beanpod right now.” Joked the Accountant once more before pressing a soft peck against the tip of her nose. “You look very cute tonight.” 

[kalmaccountant]

      don’t you know our lives are on trial now,    and if we lose, we’re going straight to hell?

ff7 turk oc, loved by kay. (c)

[kalmaccountant]

chasiingrain​:

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The trek to Zwei’s place isn’t familiar yet, but she’s getting there, finding her way with relative ease using the directions he’d given her the other day. Maybe someday it’ll be like second nature (and maybe someday the reality of the danger they’re putting themselves in by letting her come here will hit them and second nature won’t have time to set in). She wears a simple pair of leggings, a long tank top that sits several inches below the hoodie she wears with the hood shading her face from security cameras; nothing extravagant, but she’s ready to just relax for the night and, from their messages, so is Zwei.

An overnight bag is slung across one shoulder and bounces gently against her hip with each stride she takes towards her destination. Night has started to fall, but it isn’t until she’s safely inside, past security, and up the elevator that she pulls her hood back. Even still, her hair is down and she keeps her head turned to avoid being recognized by whoever may be watching - security or some facial recognition she doesn’t know about. Maybe she’s being paranoid, but she’d rather this than be caught, so paranoia keeps her until she gets to the door, knocking on it and grinning when she hears Stanley barking on the other side.

“Almost there, Stanley,” she says through the door, hearing his little paws pad against it in excitement. “Tell your dad to hurry up and I can give you all the love you can handle.”

[🎱]

It was to be a quiet night in his residence tonight as he cleared up the last few plates in the sink before heading to the bathroom. He wanted to look at least semi-presentable for his visitor, as such he ran his hands underneath the tap for a short moment before running his damp fingers through his hair, styling it to how it would usually look when he daringly went on his escapades to meet with her. Shooting a smirk at his mirror image, his attention soon turned to the entrance of his apartment as he heard the barks of his little dog and soon made his way there.

“Who is it Stanley? The strange woman that gave you treats the last time she came down? Bite her shoes when she comes in, yes?” Teased the Turk, hoping that she heard of his devious plan from behind the door before soon opening the door to let his romantic acquiantance in. Much to his dismay and horror, Stanley did not start biting on her shoe like originally planned and instead hopped and circled her like a long lost owner. He rolled his eyes and moved to give Jessie a hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek. 

“I’m starting to think you only come here to see my dog. Please don’t steal him, I love him.” The taller male chuckled gently after his words, standing aside to allow Jessie in as he closed the door behind her as Stanley bounded behind her. “Traitor...” He whispered under his breath before following behind the two and once they were in the living room, arms snaked gently around the Rebel’s waist as he planted another kiss this time on her neck. “Are you hungry? There are snacks in the cupboard over by the kitchen...” 

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30 days of character development.

As I’m not a massive fan of the current 30 days of development questions I re-jigged and re-did it some using the multitude of surveys out in the RP world. Some of the questions are a bunch of linked questions so that’s kind of cheating but I feel its silly to have a million questions when you can likely answer all of them in one. 

What is your character’s name? Does the character have a nickname? Do they have a preferred name or something they go by?

What is your character’s hair color? Eye color? What kind of distinguishing facial features does your character have? Does your character have a birthmark? Where is it? What about scars? How did he get them?

How does this character dress? How would they choose to dress, if all options were open to them? Do they have any tattoos? What do they mean? Do they have piercings? How many? Is this culturally appropriate for them?

How do they view themselves? what is their opinion on their own body and sense of style? How vain is your character? Do they find themselves attractive?

Who are your character’s friends and family? Who do they surround themselves with? Who are the people your character is closest to? Who do they wish he were closest to? What is their relationship like with their family?

What are their strengths and weaknesses? What does the character believe they are?

Where was your character born? Where have they lived since then? Where do they call home?

Where does your character go when they’re angry?

What is their biggest fear? Who have they told this to? Who would they never tell this to? Why?

Do they have any secrets?

How far would they go to keep a secret from being revealed and what would they do if it was?

Who does your character trust?

What makes your character laugh out loud?

When has your character been in love? Have they had a broken heart? What are their sexual/romantic relationships like? do they last long? who usually ends it? why does it usually end?

Have they had any role models?

What are their long term goals? short term goals? Do they plan or are they a spure-moment of the moment kind of person?

Do they have an internal or an external moral code? To what extent are their actions dictated by this code? Would others view them as moral/immoral? Are they someone others can count on?

Do they believe in a God or Gods/Goddesses/Higher being of some description? Are they superstitious? Do they value faith/instinct more highly than reason? Do they believe in an afterlife? If so, what’s it like? Do they have any specific beliefs that manifest obviously? Are the respectful of the beliefs of others? To what extent? Have they ever had to stand up to criticism for being religious? Or not being religious?

Would they be more likely to act for the good of the one, or the good of the many?

Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why?

How is your character with technology? Super savvy, or way behind the times? Letters or email?

Are they an early morning bird or a night owl?

Can you define a turning point in your character’s life? Multiples are acceptable

When your character thinks of their childhood what are their first thoughts? What is one strong memory that has stuck with your character from childhood? Why is it so powerful and lasting?

Your character is doing intense spring cleaning. What is easy for her to throw out? What is difficult for her to part with? Why?

What is in your character’s refrigerator right now? On their bedroom floor? On their nightstand? In their garbage can?

What is a typical day in their life? who do they interact with and how? what do they get up to?

Are they materialistic? or does their happiness come from other things? do they budget well? or at all? how does mone/items affect their lives?

Favourites! Favorite ice cream flavor, color, song, flower, comfort food, favorite vice, favorite outfit, favorite hot drink, favorite time of year, and favorite holiday.

Is your character a good cook? What’s their favorite recipe, whether they’re good or not?

[kalmaccountant]

ind. priv. selective Cissnei/Shuriken from the compilation of FF7 by JaeJae~ ❤️

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[kalmaccountant]

chasiingrain​:

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The Accountant released more hot breaths as he felt the Rebel squeeze around his shaft as she repeated her actions. It amazing him at how quickly she was easing into it, the feeling of her hands on him egging him further and further. The impressed Turk allowed her to continue, fingers digging harder on her rear while the other palmed over her beautiful chest, thumb ghosting over her nubs as he began to slowly begin thrusting uwards into her in time with her up and down motions. Could she feel it? His passion for her? How much he wanted this, wanted her? He hoped so.

With each passing second, each minute that he watched her move so gracefully and perfectly on his member the urge to take over grew. She could probably see it in the way he was looking at her now, golden honey coloured eyes hungry to claim her as his as pants and grunts became harsher and shifting into a more tonal and aggressive growling. A craving that can and could be only satiated by the woman that was on top of him right now until eventually, it boiled over. With his length still inside, he shot up from his laid out position as his free arm moved to wrap around her waist with his hand coming to rest on her upper back. Digits dug in bewtween her shoulder blades where the dip of her back began as he switched positions, leaving the craving accountant on top. 

“Ready?” He asked breathlessly, knowing full well what her answer was and he didn’t wait for it either as he began thrusting into her properly. With his other hand still tightly wrapped on her rear, he pounded into her hard and at a moderate pace, the sound of the bed creaking beneath them music to his ears as it accompanied the ambient tunes that the jukebox was playing and the sweet cacophany of noises that were leaving their soft and kiss bruised lips. 

[kalmaccountant]

chasiingrain​:

〚 ❣ 〛 Casualties are inevitable. He doesn’t have to say it for her to know that’s where he was going with it, and she isn’t sure it makes her feel better. The casualties weren’t supposed to be the innocents making their best living in the slums, but the machinery within the reactor. Temporarily disabled while they continued their way to the other reactors. ShinRa has the money to get the reactors back up and running, but the inconvenience and the message was supposed to be clear. But not innocent lives. Casualties are inevitable, but they had tried so hard for them not to be. Jessie had tried so hard.

She’s grateful for the conversation change, even if it won’t last long; it’s something for now, so she goes with it, turning her leg slightly to look at it. “Just some rubble in the reactor fell on me, it’s nothing.”Nothing, but she doesn’t mention the size of the rock that fell on her, or that Cloud had to help her out from beneath it, that it’s probably a miracle her leg isn’t broken. It doesn’t look too bad, though some bruising is starting to blossom around the various scrapes. Maybe it won’t show up while he’s here so he can’t get on her for not being careful enough.

It’s easy to lean into him when he pulls her closer, relishing in even the soft absence of her hair being up or her headband being on. Like she can come a little undone physically, emotionally, mentally with him and he not only enables it, but helps how he can. It’s small, but it means so much. Her arm slips around his waist and she nestles herself close, head against his chest, legs curled up and resting on his thigh. “You wouldn’t arrest me, you like me too much.” She tries to make it sound like a joke, wonders if it falls flat with her tone and sniffling.

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A dainty chuckle left his lips at the comment the rebel made about her arrest. It was true. He did like her too much, and that was why he was here now instead of working. Instead of bringing her in, he was comforting the enemy. But in his eyes, was she really the enemy anymore? He couldn’t bring himself to do anything that could potentially harm her anymore, that tightness in his chest when she didn’t respond to any of his texts or that feeling of dread when she finally replied and didn’t seem her usual self. He loved her. If only circumstances were easier. All this hiding, all this secrecy... Fear that neither would ever truly feel the same. 

“Good joke. I’m happy to see that what happened earlier hasn’t dampened your beautiful sense of humour.” The smile on his face grew as she curled around him, an arm wrapping around her waist as he tugged her a little bit closer so that his chin could rest atop her head like a perfectly placed puzzle piece. His hand glided ghosted over her back, slow and comforting as he allowed a little peace and quiet between the two for the moment. He preferred it this way, being one not to pry further or provide pointless words when actions spoke volumes. He loved it when they could just be their quiet and soft selves.

“I don’t want you getting out there and putting yourself in danger like that again. For the good of the planet and all that bullshit, I know... But still. I’m sorry if I said anything that hurt you earlier, I didn’t mean a thing... If my teasing ever gets too much you let me know okay? I don’t want to lose you, nor do I want you feeling uncomfortable when talking to me.” His voice was soft, restrained. Almost like a whisper as he placed the gentle kisses atop her head, affirming his words as he relaxed into her arms. “Want me to stay tonight? I’m more than happy to.”