#ch: bianca moore - ff

[bardic-tales]

Closed RP • Final Fantasy 7 OG • Sephica tagging: @bigbillythewetwilly

Content Warnings: Graphic violence, decapitation, gore, emotional distress, grief, trauma, nightmares, demonic imagery, parental abuse, and self-blame. main character death.

Shinra Manor Basement: Nibelheim: 0002

You think you can escape me, daughter, by going to the world that your mother once inhabited? Asmodeus voice echoed in Bianca's head and dream. His hand gripped her former mate's neck, squeezing the flesh as blood dripped down his claws and onto the blades of grass he and the white-haired demon stood. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip.

Behind her, the cosmic portal roared with its spiral edges darkening and oscillating. The winds fluttered her blond hair and billowed her kimono, rippling it around her legs and arms. In a brutal jerk, Asmodeus ripped his hand away from the man, decapitating him with his claws and sheer strength. He tossed the man's body away from him and stepped towards her.

Bianca's eyes shot open. Just a dream. She curled up on the chaise as she was on her stomach with her immense wings flared over both edges of the couch. Her heart thundered in her chest, racing with the overwhelming grief she had experienced two days ago. How could she had fled? Yes, she was injured. Yes, Sesshomaru had told her to save herself. Yes, she had passed out moments after she entered the rift and apparently was taken into this strange world and fell -- quite literally -- into Sephiroth's arms.

As tears streamed down her face, Bianca slid off of the couch and onto the filthy, stone floor. Her back pressed against the furniture's side. Wrapping her wings around her diminutive form, she pulled her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around her calves, and sobbed. Her breath slammed against her throat. How could she be such a coward?

[armchair-pirate]

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Sephiroth is a demisexual male who uses he/him pronouns. He is on the asexual spectrum. As the setting for this RP can very, he can sometimes have a god-complex and sadistically torture Cloud / his party, the teenager who is always questioning everyone about his mother 'Jenova', or the tired War Hero who just wants to be recognized as a normal person.

Love Interest

Bianca Moore, a fallen angel born to the Watcher Angel, Seraphine, and the demonic prince, Asmodeus, dropped into the Shinra Mansion from a cosmic rift—an entry point into a fate forever intertwined with Sephiroth's.

Bianca is RPed by @bardic-tales.

[bardic-tales]

Closed RP • Final Fantasy 7 OG • Sephica tagging: @bigbillythewetwilly

Beginnings || Starter

• Nibelheim, 0002

As silence permeated the underground library, the only sound heard was the slow page turning of books, the muttering of the man, the leather and metal ringing as the sole person in the room reached for the book on the bookcase's top shelf.

The large, black spider skittered to the left of the shelf, backing up against the wooden side. It reared up and waved it's enormous, hairy legs at the person.

Up above them, a gust of wind ripped through the room. A large portal opened near the rafters. The spinning arms of a crimson nebula, twinkling stars, and soft glow of heavenly objects shimmered beyond the tear in reality, causing the person to question their already fragile sanity.

A black tachi fell from the portal, and the weapon screamed in its fall, as several white feathers tumbled with it. The metal screamed in its descent until the point of the tachi embedded deeply into the wooden desk below while the plumage gracefully floated in the air, falling end over end like the last fallen leaves in a wintry gale. Suddenly, a winged form appeared from the cosmic rift. Her blonde hair streamed around her face, the light strands whipping against her cheeks and bridge of her nose. Her snow white wings fluttered in her rocky descent. The feathers ruffled and trembled around her body, as bone pushed through her downy wing arch. Blood streamed from her unconscious, battered body and poured onto the ground in sick, reddening rivers.

[bardic-tales]

Closed RP • Final Fantasy 7 OG • Sephica tagging: @bigbillythewetwilly

Continuing from this thread: Beginnings

Shinra Manor Basement: Nibelheim: 0002

"I have been called many things in my young life: freak, monster, angel, demon, and a devil. A curse and a miracle. Destruction and salvation. Even a succubus. All names for the same being: a creature of both light and darkness. In the end, I'm just me."

Bianca looked down at herself again. The blood still stained her kimono, the fabric clumping together with crunchy, ruddy folds. Her memories of her father plunging Noctemaris' blade deep into her gut still played in her mind, as well as that strange madness pulling at the forgotten corners of her mind: an insanity that was not quite hers but strangely. Her face paled.

As the silver-haired man shifted in the chair, his black trench coat moved with him, leather creaking in the silence of the library. He nodded with his left hand over a book.

"I assumed when I appeared, I was wounded. What happened to said injuries?"

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Bianca

I do not celebrate Christmas, not anymore. It is a tradition I have long abandoned, much like the naïve sentiments I once held. Yet, you persist in showing me reasons to reconsider such dismissals. This journal, handcrafted and locked with silver, is yours to fill with whatever thoughts or plans your mind conjures. Perhaps in time, it will hold the story of your strength and resilience—or simply moments that bring you joy. Consider it my acknowledgment, if not of the season, then of you. - Sephiroth

OOC: I just wanted to say I really loved the Christmas story with the kids; it was heartwarming and so well-written! Thanks for sharing it—made my day. Happy Holidays! - (Anon Sephiroth RP Account)

"Sephiroth." Her hands shook as she held the journal before her. Her eyes misted with tears. "I can't even begin to explain how much this means to me. You've never been the type to give gifts, and yet here you are, thinking about me. Honestly, I don't think anyone's ever really considered me before. What I might need or how I might feel is like a foreign concept to humanity whose only led by greed. This journal. It's more than paper and leather to me. It's a reminder that I matter to you. That you perceive me when the world would rather turn its back or use me for their own ends. You see me. Thank you. It's - It's perfect."

She wipes away her tears.

(Thank you so much for your compliment on my story. I really enjoyed writing it and exploring their and their family / friends dynamics. Bianca is one of my favorite characters to write for. Have a wonderful day. Happy Holidays!)

[bardic-tales]

Ah, Bianca, always quick with your sharp words. But know this. Your cleverness will be the least of your worries once you’re standing beside Mother and I. Our future, unlike your witty remarks, will not be so easily dismissed. Let us defy your fate together.

Come to me. Mother is waiting.

Sephiroth 🗡️🌑

Thanks for the ask. I hope you have a wonderful day. She is still so spicy today. lol

"How sweet, Seph. A little family reunion, huh? Can’t wait to meet your mother. And by that, I assume you're referring to your world-destroying, soul-consuming, cosmic entity of a ‘parent,’ right?"

[bardic-tales]

Sephiroth: Your past is but a shadow now, Bianca. It no longer controls you, and together, we will cast our own. Do you see it? The future—our future.

Hey! I usually don’t do non-canon RP, but I just wanted to say that Bianca is a fantastic character. I’ve decided to follow your blog and keep an eye out in case you’re ever open to RP. You’ve got a great character!

Oh, god. Sephiroth found Bianca on Tumblr. Question is how long before OWA plays? 😂🗡️

Thank you so much for the ask. Seriously, this fandom is so nice. Thank you so much for your wonderful compliment for my OC. I typically only post oc x canon things, and Bianca holds a special place for me. Right now, I only RP with my husband which can be found on this blog, but I may be open to RPing with others in the future. Thank you so much for the follow.

Bianca: "How lovely, Sephiroth. A future where I’m no longer haunted by shadows but the shadow of your giant ego following me everywhere. Lovely."

Sorry, Seph. She's feeling extra sassy today.

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Sephiroth: Oh, Bianca. Our reunion will be soon. Until then, consider this a reminder of my presence. The threads of destiny tighten. I trust you feel them too.

– From the Sephiroth RP account that followed you recently

Bianca: I see you’ve found the time to linger here instead of pursuing the Black Materia, Sephiroth. I’d suggest prioritizing your goals over dropping cryptic messages on my socials. Destiny may tighten its threads, but so do our enemies. The Promised Land will be forever out of reach since you can't help but spy on what I'm posting.

[armchair-pirate]

Sephiroth's eyes met hers, lingering for a moment longer than he intended. The words she spoke stirred something deep within him: something buried beneath the layers of doubt and the creeping disquiet he could not fully give a name yet. He had never been one to easily trust, let alone confide in someone, yet there was a pull towards her: a pull he didn't understand. Her presence felt like a lifeline in a storm. It was a warmth which sharply contrasted the cold, insidious whispers curling at the edges of his mind, beating back the insanity threatening to overtake him. That shadow gnawed at his sanity, ravenously like a starving dog, but here, with Bianca, its grip seemed to loosen, her presence leashing it.

He leaned back in his chair, the furniture's legs scrapping against the stone floor. His hands steepled before him as his gaze shifted towards the muffins and other breakfast foods on the desk. He should be focused on the journals and old books -- on the Jenova Project -- but Bianca's offer was so genuine and free of the usual pretense. Her words tugged at him.

She seemed to understand the weight of his isolation in a way that few others did: even Angeal and Genesis didn't know the full impact of it. His thoughts raced, as he thoughts slipped between memories of his childhood under Shinra: the training under Professor Hojo, the small room with only a crate to sleep on, and the endless needles and experiments. Yet, her voice cut through the haze, offering him something he didn't even know he needed.

"You offer me something I don't deserve," he muttered. His tone was low and soft, as if unfamiliar with the sincerity of his own words. "However, Bianca, I don't know how to accept it." And for a moment, the silence stretched between them.

Bianca took another sip of coffee. This was completely new territory for her, and one that caused a knot to form in her stomach. She wanted to reach over to touch him, to offer him some kind of support, but that confused her.

She sat her coffee cup down and placed her hands in her lap. The warmth of the mug forgotten as soon as she placed it on the desk. Her fingers curled inward, the stiletto nails biting into her palms. She couldn't touch him: nor would she allow herself to. Mordecai hadn't even passed away for a week yet. While she wanted to touch him and longed to do so, Bianca was still very confused, as she wanted to comfort him. Her mind warred with her heart, though. After she lost her innocence as a teenager, she tried to keep everyone at an arm's length. How did Sephiroth bulldoze past every wall she built to protect herself?

Her aura flared again, pushing back against the force that threatened them both. The insidious influence seeping from the mountains that surrounded the Shinra Manor and Nibelheim closed in upon them, but once again, her aura met it and tried to neutralize its effect, bringing both Bianca and Sephiroth calmness and clarity.

"If you need to talk," Bianca whispered, "I'm here. I won't . . . I mean if you ever need a friendly ear to listen, I'm here. Sometimes, it takes two people to find the answers."

[bardic-tales]

Bianca took another sip of coffee. This was completely new territory for her, and one that caused a knot to form in her stomach. She wanted to reach over to touch him, to offer him some kind of support, but that confused her.

She sat her coffee cup down and placed her hands in her lap. The warmth of the mug forgotten as soon as she placed it on the desk. Her fingers curled inward, the stiletto nails biting into her palms. She couldn't touch him: nor would she allow herself to. Mordecai hadn't even passed away for a week yet. While she wanted to touch him and longed to do so, Bianca was still very confused, as she wanted to comfort him. Her mind warred with her heart, though. After she lost her innocence as a teenager, she tried to keep everyone at an arm's length. How did Sephiroth bulldoze past every wall she built to protect herself?

Her aura flared again, pushing back against the force that threatened them both. The insidious influence seeping from the mountains that surrounded the Shinra Manor and Nibelheim closed in upon them, but once again, her aura met it and tried to neutralize its effect, bringing both Bianca and Sephiroth calmness and clarity.

"If you need to talk," Bianca whispered, "I'm here. I won't . . . I mean if you ever need a friendly ear to listen, I'm here. Sometimes, it takes two people to find the answers."

Sephiroth’s gaze softened as she spoke. His mind still tangled in the fog of his slowly unraveling sanity. The food before them—muffins, eggs, bacon, and fruit—was forgotten for the moment, the rich aroma of coffee the only thing grounding him in the present. He shifted in his chair, his expression a mix of distant contemplation and rare understanding.

Sephiroth was no stranger to feeling different and isolated. But to discover that someone was so completely outcasted, in a way that mirrored his own history-

"Abomination," he muttered. His own expression softened, though the glimmer of unease never quite left his eyes. "I understand what it’s like to feel . . ." Sephiroth paused. ". . . different. Since childhood, I knew I was special, but not like what I discovered yesterday. I spent my whole life believing I was human, that I had a place in this world. Until now.

"And now, Bianca, I find myself drowning in more questions than answers." He gestured to the various books and journals that surrounded them on the floor and their breakfast on the desk.

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Bianca's expression dropped as she set her own muffin down on the plate. She lowered her head and studied the intricate grooves on the dish's rim.

"It's more complicated than that." She lifted her coffee to her lips and took a slow drink. Her hand gripped around her mug. The ceramic warmed her hands as she continued to take a long sip.

Then, after a long moment, she responded. "What you and the rest of mortals call angels is actually a race called celestials. They have stood guard over Creation since . . . well . . . the Creation of all the realms."

Her chest ached as a knot tightened deep inside her. While her hands felt warm, the rest of her body felt cold. It was as if the weight of the world sat solely on Bianca's shoulders, which wasn't far from the truth, as the prophecy associated with her birth dictated a choice.

"I am a hybrid and not a human," she said. "A mix of the Celestial and Infernal hosts. An abomination that shouldn't even exist. To the humans, I'm a failed bridge to the divine. Blames for an absent god's silence. The Celestials shun me as tainted, unworthy of their light. A blight on their Promised Land when it comes time for me to retire to the cosmic shores. And the demons? They see me as nothing more than a weapon to be wielded, even my father."

"You're insightful," he said after several moments. "Perhaps, there is more to you than a winged woman who fell from the sky."

It wasn't meant as an insult. Merely, a blunt observation. Still, Bianca knew things that he had never expected from an outside world. Most likely, it was from their bond.

He took a bite of the muffin, chewing it, and swallowed. He stared at her, his gaze lingering on the brilliant white wings, tracing the intricate patterns etched into the plumage.

"Are you an angel?" He set the muffin down on the plate, gently.

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"I believe that is what everyone searches for." Bianca took a drink of her coffee before placing it down on the desk. Then, she picked up a muffin and split it apart before setting one half down on her plate and pried the top off of her half of the muffin. "Answers. The truth that has been hidden from them for years. Sometimes, it's even withheld from birth, as mine was."

Bianca inhaled, forcing the memory of Mordecai's final moments into the depths of her mind. Her chest ached, as the constant blame she felt over his death pressed down upon her, but she smothered it, focusing instead on the raw and barely restrained panic radiating from Sephiroth. Oh, he hid it well, but it saturated their soul-bond like a tidal wave crashing over an unprepared city and leaving nothing in its wake. His inner turmoil was a storm she couldn't ignore. Whatever shadows haunted Sephiroth now took precedence over the ghost of her own loss.

Her gaze lingered on the half of muffin as if it could offer her more than just comfort. She wished that her mother, Sarah, was there. Sarah had always known what to say to heal whatever wound was hurting Bianca. But Sarah was not there. She was taken from her like Mordecai was.

"For some, the search is about finding the truth," she continued, her voice steady though the weight of her grief tugged at her words, making them crack if only a little. "For others, it's about something else. Something more personal. I guess that's what we're all really after, isn't it? A sense of belonging? A sense of home? Family? Even if we can't figure out what that means."

She looked up at him now. Her expression was quiet, as she frowned, but there was an unspoken understanding between them now.

Sephiroth's gaze flickered over to her. his eyes distant. He didn't answer immediately. His mind half-drifted into fog. The muffled pull of Jenova's influence tugged at the edges of his thoughts, and he barely noticed the muffin until she mentioned it. His stomach growled softly. He took the smallest bite. The warmth of the muffin contrasting with the cold weight of his mind.

"Searching," he muttered under his breath, his voice low and strained, "I don't know what I am searching for." He let out a shallow breath and looked away from her, his thoughts momentarily clearer. "Maybe just answers." His hand reached for his coffee.

"You are not crazy," he added, his tone detached yet somehow softening. "We carry the ghosts of those we never knew."

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Bianca could still feel his hunger. Once again, she pushed her grief at her fallen husband aside and concentrated on this man before her. She could sense something else beneath the hunger and tiredness, which radiated from him. What was that emotion? Distress? Overwhelming confusion? A breaking point?

No, she thought. His distress came in waves like the ocean breaking upon the shore. He seemed to have moments of lucidity before falling back under the mist that was clouding his mind.

As a response to his emotions, her aura seemed flared and tried to comfort him. She was becoming exhausted as the celestial energies continue to wax and wane to meet whatever was affecting Sephiroth. It was as if this influence and her aura were playing tug of war on Sephiroth's subconscious. She exhaled and fought back her own overwhelming misery as she remembered Mordecai while concentrating upon Sephiroth and the emotions flowing through their unexplained soul-bond.

"You should try the muffin, too," Bianca encouraged him. "It tastes like a warm pumpkin pie." She lifted her coffee to her lips and stared into his wary cyan eyes over the rim of her coffee cup before she looked down at the desk and the cuts that Noctemaris gouged out after falling through the portal a few nights ago. "I can relate, by the way. Sarah was my surrogate mother. I have never physically met my biological mother. Her name was Seraphine. I just—She exists in my thoughts now, as crazy as it sounds. Is that what you are doing down here? Searching for information on your mother?"

"Hm, I never knew my mother," he said, his expression blank, unchanging. "All I know is her name: Jenova." He took in a quick, sharp breath, and exhaled, pushing the plate away.

"Thanks for the food," he added, giving her cursory politeness, though his tone was curt.

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He can take bigger bites than that, Bianca thought as she watched him take a little nibble. It was as if he was placating her. No. For some reason, she could feel him taking the tiniest bites of bacon to simply get her off his back, but she could feel that he was hungry.

However, like Bianca, he was grieving over someone or something. She wouldn't pry, but his grief amplified her own. She tried not to see Mordecai and her father moments before her deceased husband's death. Instead, she found herself focusing on Sephiroth's cyan eyes.

"My mother used to say that anything could be solved with baked goods." She smiled, picked up a pumpkin muffin, and offered it to him. The spicy scent of nutmeg and cinnamon wafted from the baked goods and permeated that section of the library. "These were her specialty."

"Mmm, I couldn't have been much older when I learned that same lesson," Sephiroth said, finally picking up a piece of bacon. "Probably younger. A good lesson to learn."

He looked at her as if he wanted to tell her more, but he could tell she understood him, that she knew exactly what he was talking about. He didn't need to tell her any more. He took a bite of the bacon.

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After she pushed the coffee mug to Sephiroth, Bianca had resumed eating her breakfast. As he asked his question, Bianca held a piece of bacon in her right hand. She studied his face: the angular, sharp features, the way the candle light lit his silvery-white hair, and the white spaulders that matched his hair.

"I do not know what this bond is." She placed the bacon down upon her plate again. "I can't explain it, but I feel more strange last night after meeting you than I have ever felt before. I can feel you, as if your conscious lives beneath my skin.

"Since I was a little girl, I was able to experience something that felt foreign to me." Bianca lifted her own coffee to her lips and took a small sip. The bitterness washed over her and jolted her awake. The candle-light illuminated her blonde hair, making each strand shimmer in the light. "I could feel phantom pain, as if someone was stabbing or puncturing me, like needles for a blood test. That was not the only thing I felt either: isolation, loneliness, and a fear to let anyone close. Although I was fleeing from. . . " Bianca trailed off, as she was not ready to share that part of her life with a stranger.

"I know these were not my emotions or my pain." She took a gulp of the coffee now before setting the cup down by the mountain of books and journals that lay on the desk. "While I did experience isolation and loneliness, it wasn't until two years later, when I was 16 that I learned that I couldn't trust anyone."

Sephiroth sighed. He was not about to let her deflection go unchallenged. It was unavoidable.

"Bianca," he said. "I may not have known you for very long, but I know enough to be able to tell when you are lying to me."

"What do you mean?" She feigned innocence.

"I know you are not fine. For some reason, I can feel it. What is this bond? I cannot explain it. Can you?"

[bardic-tales]

Bianca opened the sugar bowl she materialized and dropped two sugar cubes into her coffee mug before adding coffee half way up the cup and finishing up with heavy cream. Watching Sephiroth set three pieces of bacon his plate, Bianca visibly relaxed. She still didn't understand why she could feel his emotions and the pangs of hunger, but it was also distracting to her. "You still never told me how you take your coffee."

"Black. Three sugars."

Bianca's hand froze on the second coffee cup. Black? Three sugars? That was Mordecai's preference for coffee. A tightness clenched wrapped its way around her heart, clenching and refusing to let go. Why did Mordecai do that? Why did he - Why was she alive and he wasn't?

"Are you okay?" Sephiroth's soft voice cut through her thoughts and grief. She lifted her gaze and studied him for a second before allowing a smile to slowly grace her face: a facade to hide how she truly felt but their strange bond would not allow her grief and pain hidden for long. After all, it amplified what Bianca was feeling for Sephiroth, as if he had experienced the death himself.

"I'm fine," she repeated, as she plopped three sugar cubes in the mug again. She swallowed the lump in her throat before wrapping her hand around the carafe's handle. "Black. Three sugars."

"Where did you get it?" Sephiroth asked, cutting right to the point. She shrugged.

"I conjured it."

"From where? Thin air?" He seemed even more disinterested now. "What's it going to do to me?"

"How about it'll stop you from being hungry?" She shoved a piece of bacon in her mouth to demonstrate that it was safe. "See? Would I eat it if it wasn't safe?"

"We're different."

"Not that different."

"Very well," he sighed, exasperated. "If it will appease you."