#hiislegacy: Sephiroth

[hoshinierabareshimono]

Audentes Fortuna Iuvat

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With a selection of exquisite beverages and delicacies, and an enchanting performance of Midgar’s finest orchestra, the reception hosted to celebrate Genesis’ ascension to the rank of a First Class SOLDIER was nothing to sneer at.

Albeit not as fancy as the celebrations hosted for Sephiroth as well as a – in Genesis’ most humble opinion – transparent ploy to generate further publicity for the SOLDIER program and the company in its whole, Genesis chose to relish it as a decent personal victory in its own right.

Clad in a bespoke black silk suit with a burgundy tie and handkerchief that accentuated his refined physique and immaculate complexion, Genesis was quick to captivate the eyes and hearts of his audience as he delivered his promotion speech with just the right amount of rhetorical embellishments and graceful gestures.

Many of the journalists, dignitaries, and common guests invited may not have known his name prior to that day, yet Genesis was confident that he had made a lasting impression on each and every one of them.

It was but a matter of time until the whispers about his rapid progress within the SOLDIER program would morph into hymns of praise for Sephiroth’s one and only equal.

As the evening progressed and Genesis had fulfilled his official duties, his elation made way for a creeping sense of ennui, soon prompting him to politely excuse himself from further vacuous chit-chat.

What he sought from those assembled, after all, was an audience, not companionship. Art could not exist in a vacuum, and yet, it was the artist alone who conceived and gave mere concepts shape in accordance with his design, be it on page, a canvas or a merciless battlefield.

Having slipped away through the nearest backdoor, he was not surprised to find Sephiroth avoiding the. For all his fame, Sephiroth seemed to hold little appreciation for his numerous worshipers.

“So, the great hero Sephiroth was in attendance after all,” he greeted his soon-to-be-equal in more than rank with a confident smirk and an exaggerated bow. “I’m honored.”

Although he was not in the habit of breaching protocol, they were off-duty now and Genesis was neither a bootlicker nor an awe-struck coward failing to act on his new privileges.

“Gil for your thoughts?” he asked, and just like that, where there had been playful mockery mere moments before, there was a conspiratorial glint in his eyes instead.

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Genesis’ eyes darkened at the sight, at the breathy plea so uncharacteristic for the man allowing it to spill from his lips.

On an instinctual level, he knew that this was unprecedented and thus invaluable— sanctified like this God incarnate, like Sephiroth himself.

And Genesis had to muster every ounce of his self-restraint to remain steadfast in his resolve.

“And you shall have me—everything I have to offer,” he all but crooned. “But for now, I want you to be patient.” He bestowed but a fleeting caress, disguised as an accidental brush of fingers as he traced the entire length of Sephiroth’s majestic leg. “Delayed gratification is a concept you’re familiar with, yes? So, do rest assured that this is all for your benefit.”

With a graceful incline of his head, Genesis resumed his torturous worship, now alternating between lingering kisses and the faintest of nips as he inched towards Sephiroth’s core.

The second featherlight brush of fingers was blatantly intentional, yet more importantly, it was underhanded feint right before he moved his lips to the junction of his thigh and sucked hard enough to ensure a gorgeous bruise would form.

He placed his fingers against Sephiroth’s femoral artery, then, and for a blissful moment, he allowed himself to feel and marvel.

“How fast your heart is beating for me now,” he breathed. “I’m profoundly flattered.”

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Sephiroth really couldn't believe how much attention was being given to himself, and he lay resting back on his elbows to watch what the other was doing. Those lips on his leg were enough to have his mind spinning with adrenaline, and a great need for more to be done. He felt his face grow warmer, and the pit in his gut was boiling hot with a different sort of hunger.

"Genesis, I truly do appreciate your want to savor me..." It was almost embarrassing how he felt himself twitch, because of how beautiful the other looked from his position; right between his thighs, expression filled with that determination to take his time. It was something he would keep to memory for a long while.

Yet, Sephiroth was losing his patience, and that was rare of him to feel it slipping like so. This was a different kind of battle, and he found himself losing it from just simple touches. "But please... This is-- I need you." Now, he wasn't one to beg for anything. If ever did he do such a thing, it meant this was some serious desperation clawing through his heart, breaking that stubborn pride he held onto.

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[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Darker Vibes Meme | Open

@hiislegacy asked: [Cloud to Sephiroth] ❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜

Sephiroth looked over the figure now only loosely tugged by his strings, though he'd performed well enough when Sephiroth had tugged, pulled, and twisted. It was a beautiful dance, to sense the turmoil and the cries of his denial before the loss of control takes over, his mind fogging...and watching Cloud's muscled form and that familiar buster sword swing two and fro by Sephiroth's design.

Sometimes even more thrilling to witnessed Cloud face scars and wounds only to keep pushing onward.

So now as Cloud returned before him, just a bit more conscious, he couldn't help but smirk at the question. He eyed him for a moment, looking over the blood marking him, before answering.

"It is a precious tribute that I savor, yes. But come now, Cloud..." he remarked carefully, "...don't act as if the blood dripping from you isn't full of the fire of satisfaction and purpose."

He stepped up to Cloud then, reaching to grip his scarred arm, thumbing across the blood, as he leaned down, close to his face. "Now...are you going to continue bleeding for me, like a good little boy?"

[phantasiiae]

[Zack to Sephiroth] “   It scares me sometimes. The emptiness I see in your eyes. ”

Darkness haunts your narrative || Accepting

Oh, Zack. Always so worried about him. Sephiroth thinks that it's unnecessary, even if it is appreciated. Maybe, deep down, he knows that all of this with Genesis and Angeal has done more harm to him than he ever cares to admit, but he's not supposed to show it. He's supposed to carry on, as always, with the entire weight of the world on his shoulders.

Do you have to bear it alone?

Of course I do. Who else is there?

Sephiroth looks up from his computer, then sighs, shutting it in order to give Zack his full attention. "It's polite to knock," is all he says at first, even though he still gestures for Zack to sit down in the seat across from him. He'll humor him, at the very least.

"While your concern is appreciated, it's unfounded," is what he says next, crossing his legs to get more comfortable. "Is there something else on your mind?"

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Genesis: Angeal, stay back. I’ll take Sephiroth alone.

Angeal: In a fight, right?

Genesis:

Angeal:

Sephiroth:

Angeal: IN A FIGHT, RIGHT?

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[Cloud to Dion] “ When we work together, we are unstoppable. ”

Love in its many forms || Accepting

"Right--Cloud, was it?"

Dion breathes hard, clutching at his chest as he coughs a few times, gritting his teeth. He doesn't semi prime often. Is that why he feels it takes a larger toll on him to do so? He spits out the blood that's pooled into his mouth and turns to face Cloud, putting his hands on his hips. "You said that man's name was..Sephiroth? Great Greagor--I think we barely come out of that unscathed. We cannot let him get to Twinside. I fear the worst might happen."

He wipes off his mouth with the back of his hand and coughs again, wincing. "You can explain more to me on the way, alright? Like how you came to be here, as well as him. I'm quite interested, but also worried about the safety of my people. So let's go."

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It happened all at once, the complete flood of fury that ran through every inch of her artificial body. She knew the source, all too well in fact, and could only curse herself that she hadn't taken note of it sooner.

The blond was struggling at Sephiroth's feet when Asteria arrived in what seemed to be out of nowhere, the pupils of her eyes nearly blacking out the shining green of her irises and leaving only a glowing ring around the pupils.

He was speaking to her, she could hear him clearly and yet she only chose to look at him when she responded.

"You heard what I said. I shouldn't need to repeat myself, should I?" Asteria responded in an eerily soft tone, shoulders taut yet the rest of her body language was superbly calm.

[sweettifalockhart-archived]

She tries to compose herself, but everything about this nightmarish moment makes every endeavor futile. She is not prepared for this attack, concealed in walls she assumed were safe, in a bed she deemed as hers. Her gloves are too far away , and every ounce of courage that sends her into battle is left just out of reach.

But a creature, no matter how small, will bite when it is cornered. Robbed of her strength by his mere presence, Tifa is unable to focus --hell, she couldn't even sit up to face the monster. In a state of panic, anger, confusion, a palm raises, aiming for the side of the dreaded General's face.

"I want you to DIE." She hisses, her voice increasing in volume.

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"... It is not what I want, but you, dear one." Sephiroth's head tilted, almost mockingly so as he observed her, watching every reaction with great consideration. He was determined to find the real reason for this, and could only come up with one answer. "You called for me, and I answered... Those sweet dreams of yours do tell all that any need to know. Our secret connection..."

He waited so patiently, hand drifting back to cup the side of her face, thrilled at the spectacle that was her stubbornness. How long he had to think of all their past encounters, of the strength she's shown time and time again. There wasn't a shred of cowardice in her, despite the fear that would always be present for her kind against his. "There is something you wish to say, but won't. In this quiet night, between you and I, you can say your wants... your desires."

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@hiislegacy sent [Sephiroth to Cloud] 🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

It's become increasingly difficult for Cloud to know what is real and what isn't but one thing is for sure - this hand around his throat feels real. Sephiroth is here and that realization has mako-infused eyes widening.

Head tilts back to both look up at the much taller male and level him with a defiant glare. Her hand comes up to wrap fingers around Sephiroth's wrist to tug but the grip is tight, bruising on her pale flesh.

"Let go of me!" Cloud cries out in an angry hiss. They refuse to show fear despite how their eyes are wide. That hand around their throat both scares them and....doesn't. Conflicting confusing emotions overwhelm them but they'll keep playing the part of anger. "You bastard! Let go!"

[hoshinierabareshimono]

Dies Irae

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In hindsight, Genesis had been foolish to expect anything akin to bliss at the end of his vendetta against those who had wronged him, against the planet herself for tolerating his impending death.

His DNA may have been purified of any error, any necrotic leak that was the aftermath of Hollander’s failed experiments, his battered form revitalized by the gift of the goddess he had coveted with his last strength. And yet, when he had come to himself, his perception no longer governed by pain and justified ire, it had dawned on him that his triumph over his own defective genes may have been nothing but a hollow victory.

The life he had fought to reclaim with such vehemence, after all, was no more. Angeal and Sephiroth were both dead, his sense of kinship with those more human than him erased by his newfound insight into their incorrigible nature as well as his virtual immortality.

The lofty ideal of heroism he had pursued, too, had been exposed as a mirage in equal parts conjured by Shinra and the naivety of youth.

Although Genesis would never want to return to a state of ignorance, dulling his mind with comforting delusions, he nevertheless felt compelled to acknowledge that, where there had once been the final vestiges of innocence, there was now an exquisitely bitter pain.

He thus permitted himself to mourn his past happiness in its own right, withdrawing from the world stage in the absence of a cause worthy of his attention.

Only when the planet herself called for him wearing his goddess’s distressed countenance did Genesis summon his trusted Rapier and take to the tumultuous sky on a single jet-black wing.

The planet alone had healed him and for that very reason become the object of his unreserved loyalty.

For that reason, if she feared the alien entity having taken up residence in the depths of the North Crater, Genesis would gladly dispel her sorrows.

However, when his goddess showed him glimpses of her enemy, of his ambitions to attain godhood at the cost of her continued existence, he experienced tentative hope for the first time in many years.

“So you survived, my friend,” he uttered, his voice colored with affection and reverence as he peered inside Sephiroth’s figurative and literal chrysalis.

Reaching out, he caressed the translucent crystal with a gloved hand.

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@hiislegacy. [From Sephiroth] [ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly.]

Moments like this were hard to come by. If anyone knew — if anyone knew, how could Aerith ever look her beloved friends in the eye any more? He was the enemy, but she...

They were intertwined like this, fated and sealed at the first glance; she knew what he would do, how she would stop him from her grave, how she would put an end to everything he held dear to him now but here she was, sat with him, somewhere quiet and alone away while the other's slept peacefully in the inn nearby. She was sat in the grass, looking over the horizon of that little town they'd settled in and wondering... Did they know? Could they tell?

When she glances to her side she isn't surprised that Sephiroth is looking at her, but she is surprised at the expression on his face — it's something she hasn't seen before, well, maybe she knows what it is but she daren't hazard a guess when it comes to him. It could even not be him, some puppet instead; how could she even begin to imagine what that look meant?

But she fidgeted nonetheless, she looked nonetheless.

"You're staring at me." Aerith says, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. She tilts her head, letting her fringe fall delicately over her forehead, all gentle and longing. "Can I help you?"

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“You could have knocked,” Genesis drawled even as his heart rate surged as that sculpted body – all lean muscle and refined strength – pressed flush against his own for a tantalizing moment.

Sephiroth was temptation incarnate, and worse of all, the man had to be perfectly aware of what his proximity as well as any casual display of his tremendous power did to him.

He unfurled his own wing then. A flurry of jet black feathers separated from it and hovered in the air, all of their tips pointed at Sephiroth’s neck in kind like poisoned needles.

“Let’s take this to a more suitable stage,” he declared.

He sidestepped Sephiroth’s blade as though it were no threat to him at all, as though it had never been, and pivoted on his heel. His movements bore the grace of a dancer, sophisticated yet unmistakably lethal. As he strode past Sephiroth and towards the door, he utilized that fleeting instant he stood right at the other warrior’s side to bite his earlobe.

It was a promise and warning in equal parts.

“Take cover, Cloud!” he commanded. “Sephiroth is a messy fighter – as am I when incited like this!”

His lips quirked up in a razor-sharp half-smirk.

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Cloud nodded to him, surprised that he even still wanted to protect him, had been since he woke. For this, he felt a little ashamed to have wandered off like he did. "I'm sorry. It won't happen, again..." He had to avert his gaze at being called pretty, even if it wasn't really supposed to be meant in that way, it still took him back a little to have such a compliment thrown his way. "Wouldn't want that, yeah..."

"I would." That smooth voice cutting into the dark, and there stood the likes of their 'enemy'. Sephiroth was eyeing Cloud like the most delicate of prey, easy to snatch away, and then his sharp eyes flickered over to the redhead. In a flash of movement, feathers flooding the area and blocking most of Cloud's vision as a gust of wind pushed against him, Sephiroth was on the First-Class. He shoved Genesis to that closest wall, and held his blade up to the other's throat in a threatening display.

"Protecting my puppet?? Why not just let me have him, Genesis?" A chuckle in the back of his throat, readying himself for any kind of counter-move, as Cloud was recovering nearby, unable to really hear them well as ringing was deafening in his head.

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[phantasiiae]

[Cloud to Sephiroth -- HOW DID HE DO THIS??] 🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

As Sephiroth's back hits the wall, he simply laughs.

This is all simply a game to him, in the end. Each encounter with Cloud simply dragging him closer and closer to where Sephiroth desires him to be. As they stare at each other, all he does is smile that same serene smile, a hand coming up to tauntingly trail his fingers down his cheek.

"Very good, Cloud," he almost coos, his eyes narrowing in amusement. "How does it feel to finally feel something when all you ever feel is nothing? How does it feel to let your rage take hold, hm?" He could easily shove him off and start this all over again, but some part of him is ever so curious to see where this would lead. "Don't you want to do it again? Don't you want to kill me, my darling Cloud? Just for the thrill of it? Come now, don't hold back."

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Bob Hicok, from a poem titled "Churn," featured in his poetry collection Sex & Love &,

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[From Sephiroth] ❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

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Mythras looked rather smug despite the person he was faced with. Sephiroth had been a force to be reckoned with before, but now to be basically fused with a being like Jenova?

There seemed to be a reason that Mythras' heart may be beating so quickly.

"Adrenaline makes the heart beat rather quickly, right?" He cooed with a curious tilt of his head. "Isn't it a little rude though? Listening in on people's heartbeats like some...weirdo?" Mythras hummed.