#Fourthclone

[ceaselxss]

@fourthclone replied to your post “"Do you ever get curious about cannibalism?"”:

“romantically, yes.” 🤔

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"... What."

[soldier-lodbrok]

@fourthclone | X

"... it's been some time, yeah."

Glenn is calm, he tries to move slow and not too much. he doesn't want to put Roche any more on edge. He knows how hard this must be for the younger SOLDIER. There were rifts within Shinra. After Genesis has deserted, the cracks were more visible than ever. Glenn had been gone since quite some time before that. And while his desertion hadn't been as public as Genesis' - he now was the figurehead of a Resistance against Shinra.

People could claim he lured more of the young SOLDIERs. And it was true... but he didn't want anything bad for them. he wanted to help.

Offering a hand as if it was a symbol to an escape, Glenn gave the other half a smile.

"Roche... you did your best. But Shinra will never be satisfied. They will suck you dry - and they will spit you out again. I saw it happening time and again - and you did, too. You deserve better than that. And I can use good people like you on my side."

"I couldn't save you back when you were a starstruck kid... but give me a chance now. Even if you don't join the SRC, I can help you to flee."

[a-vctlan]

— continuing from [ x | @fourthclone ]

Fragments of time memorized as still frames, slivers of the soul set on glass panes stuck under the microscope of his never ending self analysis. Although there is no alarm blaring, nor is there a sword at his throat - he can feel the intent behind the lingering gaze of the SOLDIER that had sought him out, and it dredges up with him the feelings of deja-vu.

Such hateful eyes, such desperate questions.

One would think he'd tire of this, repeating himself ad infinitum to answer the whines of dogs too stubborn to lie down and accept their fate; but he was a scientist, and he would always welcome a fresh sample into his ever spiraling mind-palace, set to compare the present to the past, learn new methods of cruelty with every breath he took.

"Do you think me a god, hijo?" The breathy cackle, the refusal to turn around from his work - oh how he remembers Genesis standing behind him, spitting ire with every demand made… and what good it did to him? "Had I the cure to death it would have already been done, and it would have spared me fussing over your lot like a nurse." He makes it sound derogatory, beneath him, as if tending for his creations once they lost his interest was a burden he'd care not to maintain.

But… things have changed since Genesis was here last, years ago. His hypothesis were turning out to be correct, plans bigger than Shinra itself already in motion, and more and more it was whispered that Hojo had a new fixation - although none could tell what it was. Only that select applicants were shown to have significant… improvements under his new secretive procedure.

"There is few things I can do to help you now, and they are not without risk… but you are no stranger to that, are you…" He checks his notes, as he wouldn't bother to remember this one's name. "SOLDIER Roche-Émile Beaufort?" Yes, yes, he can recall this one's story now… and what a candidate he was. No family, turbulent connections, a personnel file full of warnings and complaints.

No one would miss this one.

[hiislegacy]

[Continued from Here]

Of course he would never forget them, but the feelings he had for the other were so deep in his heart, and it hurt to see him being like this. This was more unhinged than he was used to, and he had gotten pretty used to the other's antics and mannerisms, thus far. Secretly enjoyed them, to a point, even. Yet, he knew something was wrong, and when he felt a buzzing in the back of his skull at those words, he winced and held his head for a few seconds. A couple of hard blinks, mind wanting to go numb and fizzle on him, but that's when he saw Roche coming at him quicker than lightning.

His heart sped up faster, and he had only a second to react, lifting his blade up to clash with the other's. Sparks flew and metal screeched, much like the tires of this one's bike would, and he grit his teeth together. The energy he needed to fight was there, but he was holding himself back, wanting to assess if this was the right call to take. There was a wildness to the other he'd never seen before, and it had his adrenaline spiking with a similar unhinged need to be just the same as him.

"Snap out of it!" The realization from his headache earlier, knowing that spine-tingling feeling that seemed to never leave him; Roche was also being affected in some way by that monster. "He can't have you!"

@fourthclone

[azure-steel]

@fourthclone asked: you know what? Roche IS gonna cup Cloud’s cheeks and lean in for a smooch. SHAMELESS. Unprompted Asks - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

Shameless, probably. Utterly brazen was certainly more apt, and the unadulterated shock etched into his features would no doubt display just how much he'd expected this profoundly weird greeting. Or not.

Cloud was not one for the touching and groping in any sense; he was a man who quite enjoyed the sanctuary of his personal space, even in the company of those he knew well. But this man - all pomp and bravado, a theatrical nuisance and at the most inopportune times - he'd woken something up inside of him; something fast and very fluffy, a scampering fiend which scurried around his lower belly with every chance encounter since the day they'd crossed blades in the warehouse back in Midgar.

An enigma dressed in fatigues who proved just as curious as he did wholly irritating to the senses, he would be lying to himself if Cloud was to say he wasn't at least a touch intimidated by Roche's energy. And yet the curiosity would outweigh any derogatory opinion Cloud would voice in his frail attempts to keep the biker at arm's length.

Thoughts of Roche were far more frequent than Strife truly wanted to admit. Thoughts which ran away with him in the darkest hours leaving him clambering and hollow upon the dawn. Deep, nasty secrets sketched into the tapestry of his memory and revisited when the mood would strike and the skin burned hot.

Therefore when those hands - warm, attentive - would encapsulate his face, those plush lips meeting with his own, it was all Cloud could do to remember to even breathe around his heart now lodged in his throat. Blindsided to the nth degree, fighting back hadn't occurred to even be an option, not when this one simple kiss would bring all those dark ponderings, the ifs, the buts, that wanton white-hot ache floating to the surface - silt disturbed by this unorthodox contact and rising to the surface of an otherwise stagnant lake.

Not an ounce of his being struggled to resist, a futile notion beneath the sheer gravity of this man pulling him close, feeding into that seething desire the blond would vehemently deny he had.

Until now.

So he leans into it, a subtle lilt of his head, mouth pursed against the others, eyes fluttering shut and a heavy nasal exhale carrying with it the faintest coquettish groan reverberating from the bowels of his chest. Gloved fingers would twist violently into the cloth of Roche's jacket just below the collar, wrenching their bodies flush, daring even to deepen that kiss, testing the barriers of Roche's mouth with an intrepid lap of his tongue. Just so eager for a taste, to ease the problematic and baffling flutter of moths in his belly.

Funny how something as simple as a kiss was enough to set this little merc's soul aflame. A perfect opportunity to have those dreams scaling the deepest recesses of his mind realised.

[meteorshcts]

“what if i'm not cut out for this?”

“Man,” Zack said slowly, letting out the word in a breath like a sigh as he leaned in closer to the mirror to inspect his face. He rubbed a hand over his cheek, and then pushed his bangs back behind his ear. “I dunno. I'm beginning to think I'm not cut out for this either.”

He turned his head, changing the angle of his jaw. The stubble there was practically nonexistent. Bad.

“We might just not be beard guys, Roche,” he finally said, leaning away from the mirror.

@fourthclone

[sentmail]

kissing the top of their head as you hold them . // fashionably late but kunsel gets a smooch idk prob from a relieved roche :’)

kiss & tell

Sephiroth - SOLDIER 1st Class: Killed in action Zack Fair - SOLDIER 1st Class: Killed in action

He'd been missing for a week after the announcement, only to come back one day as easy as he'd left. His absence was caused by an immediate leave being enforced, his breakdown in the training room not without repercussion.

He was given a choice: collect himself, or be placed under continued watch.

And so he played the part, went on with his work, swallowed down the bitterness of anguish that coated his every word, hid glazed over eyes behind his helmet, going through the motions as he tried to reconcile with the facts he was being presented.

But he crumbled when faced with Roche. Where were you? What happened?

… They move to the stairwell, where few people linger, steps deterring anyone from trying to use them outside of a proper emergency. It was the closest thing to privacy they would be able to muster inside of the Shinra building, able to speak their mind even if only in hushed tones, but…

What could either of them say? What words could they share?

Kunsel holds his helmet under his arm, his expression a transparent show of his frazzled state of mind - he was tired, even after his leave, thoughts endlessly ruminating in his mind, still reeling, still clinging to denial. It was irrational to blame himself, but he couldn't not do it, not when he'd been there for Zack from the start, helping and guiding, always hyping him up, entertaining his dreams of being a hero.

It feels like a betrayal now, like he helped cause this, like there was something —

He's dragged into a hug before his thoughts have a chance to spiral further, helmet clattering to the floor as he stands there awkwardly, allowing Roche the means to express his own grief, his worry, and Kunsel can't help but wane in his hold, wilting into the hug. It was a tight grip, hesitant to let go, and Kunsel can feel the weight of his emotion in the hasty kiss pressed against the crown of his head, cheek then pressed against his hair, Roche's head resting on top of his.

Why did he act like he was alone? Like he was the only one that lost people? … What kind of friend is he?

And Kunsel can't help the way his hand reaches around Roche, clinging to the back of the other's uniform, tugging idly against it as he reciprocates the hug after lagging in his reaction, face pressed against a chest that lingered with the scent of fresh cigarettes, bringing to memory times spent under the illusion that they were carefree, kids making a mess of their lives just because they could, made to think they were immortal.

They weren't.

… He didn't mean to act distant, to hide away. Kunsel knows he's doing it, but he just doesn't know how else to handle this, how to deal with the tear in his heart without burying it, giving no thought on if anything would ever take root in his chest again. He manages not to cry only because he'd shed his tears already, but his expression remains pained, staring off to the side as he tries to get whatever comfort he can get out of such fleeting touch, earnest humanity having no place at a job like theirs.

They're still kids. By Ifrit, they're still kids.

[seekspath-arc]

⸻ continued / @fourthclone

"oh, i'm not, shit happens and whatever." his attention was more focused on the report he got back from the lab for roche's latest blood work and he was sure that they were fudging the numbers. on paper, it looks normal, everything was as it should be but corvus was sure that it shouldn't be that way.

he's well aware on what the entire process of becoming a SOLDIER does to people and the higher ups say that the participants know everything as well, but still, it bugs him. corvus glances over at roche and he notes the look, apparently this SOLDIER is quite smitten with whomever they encountered.

"sounds like quite the guy." while a part of his brain dissects the bit of information from the report, the brunette takes roche's blood pressure and lets out a small 'hm'. "how are you feeling generally? you notice anything in particular lately? tired more often? headaches?"

[phoenixfiiire]

@fourthclone asked: 🔥| Send 🔥 if your muse is attracted to my muse' | Accepting

He sighed.

"And now I know you have terrible taste in men too."

[monstersmade]

Roche definitely had something on his mind but Genesis didn't consider it much of his business (he wasn't Angeal, playing friends with his little protégé) - except for the fact that it was now affecting their training. Free time was hard to come by and the First didn't particularly enjoy wasting it on working with Roche when his head wasn't in it.

"Trying to experiment because you thought you could do something cool and explode-y?" Genesis spoke that last word out slowly, sound by sound, to help punctuate that he thought it was a stupid way to go about it. "Do you have any theory to back up that thought, hm?"

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[ceaselxss]

@fourthclone replied to your post “//tseng would be about 500% nicer to roche is his...”:

ELABORATE. 👁️👄👁️

​//tseng wants roche to fuck him and hes mad about it and he'd be less of a bitch about it if he just wanted to fuck roche,, but alas

[gcldfanged]

he’s going to nibble on jae’s ear a little. 😔 just for enrichment.

His lips curl into a pleasant little smile as Roche partakes of some affection, shifting his position just slightly to bite at the other male's neck hard enough to leave reddish bruised indentations, a couple reminders of just whom this wild baying hound might belong to.

Even without a visible collar and lead, Jae is ever on top of establishing the pecking order, even if merely to remind the SOLDIER that he allows himself to be marked and handled by him.

[runicaria]

@fourthclone   said   :   “   you   are   a   shining   star   that   lit   my   way   as   I   roamed   the   darkened   earth…”   //   srry   i’ll   confiscate   him   now   ! ( odin's sphere )

"  save   your   sweet   words   for   someone   who   cares,   roche."   she   responded,   blonde   brow   furrowed   in   annoyance.   a   woman   of   contradiction,   she   had   possessed   both   finite   &   infinite   patience.   when   it   came   to   orders,   a   mission   or   even   the   very   performances   that   became   the   bane   of   her   existence,   celes   was   the   paragon   of   grace.   on   the   opposite   end,   the   SOLDIER   found   flattery   to   be   senseless   &   unwarranted.   his   ridiculous   purple   prose,   only   served   to   make   people's   hearts   flutter.   she   was   not   a   mere   woman   (   she   refused   this   idea   &   rebuked   it.   )   her   very   pride   would   not   allow   him   or   anyone   else   to   distract   her   with   pointless   adulation. 

"don't   you   have   something   better   to   do?   surely,   you   must   ...   "    

[hiislegacy]

fourthclone asked: “   i’m sorry   …   i’m not sure i’ve kept my promise very well .   ” // but consider... for sephiroth -

That keen sight was directed towards the other, and he stared for an uncomfortably long time, making him know what a mistake he had made by his silence. The confession of some kind of apology was heard, and he glanced away from him when it was finished, assessing what he could of their current situation. There was so much to do, and they had not enough time to waste. He was enjoying seeing this side of the other, though; a small little secret of his, but well known if someone would notice the smallest of smirks on his face.

"Oh, not at all... but do not fret. You can still make it up to me."

@fourthclone

[azure-steel]

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Send ♬ for a mini playlist I associate with our muses - ACCEPTING @fourthclone

Starlight by Sunset Neon Stay with me - you're all I need - and in this night - we are starlight

Catching Feelings by Lowborn I'm not too good at healing - 'cause I'm always catching feelings

Monsters by Ruelle Your heart beats like a drum - the chase has just begun - we are monsters

Moments by Tove Lo I love freaks I don't care if you're a wild one - I'm not the prettiest you've ever seen - but I have my moments

Empire Of Our Own by RAIGN When love becomes the reason - we fly with kings tonight - and come down - with an empire of our own

[meteorshcts]

13. What is something your character would refuse to wear?

In the right circumstances, you could get Zack to wear juuuuust about anything, by convincing him he can pull it off. But one thing he will never wear? His helmet! Gotta show off those sweet baby blues whenever possible. Also, he puts a lot of work into his hair. Those spikes are all handcrafted with love.