#mezzomorendo

[hiislegacy]

"... You wanted to see me, sir?..."

Sephiroth strolled right into the room, after having an hour to clean off and prepare himself for this talk. He was lucky they gave him that much time. Those emerald eyes locked with the other's, before they flicked away, and he casually folded his arms across his chest. Just waiting. Though, you could just tell he was slightly worried, impatiently so. He knew exactly why he was here, but would be in such heavy denial over it.

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[monstersmade]

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(ㅠ﹏ㅠ) "Angeaaaaaaaaaaaaaal..."

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Ruffles his hair. "Easy now."

[reevc]

mezzomorendo asked: / @mezzomorendo

"A little alley cat told me you haven't come out of your office for a few days. I'm here to remedy that." Zack suddenly appeared in Reeve's line of sight and set down a silver to-go mug and a stack of containers wrapped in an off-white cloth. "Brought you coffee and snacks. Figured ya haven't eaten in a while or if you have it's convenience store garbage."

Zack made sure the food was light on Reeve's stomach, so he got plenty of fragrant rice and fruit amid some rather tasty grilled meat. "Got any requests for my next delivery?"

" What a naughty cat." there was a small laugh that came from his lips as he saw the other come into the office. Smiling a little tired smile -- he couldn't help but see what the other was doing. Oh, how sweet that someone cared enough for him. Shaking his head a little bit, he couldn't help but laugh again. " This is sweet Zack, you didn't have to come out here to just do that. Though I couldn't be anymore happier for you to do so." nodding his head for a moment. " whatever one of my staff brings me when they notice I haven't moved in a few hours.. never anything good."

But he couldn't help but look it over for a moment. It looked a lot better than he had eaten in days. Eyes turn to look at the other. " You know I'm not the type of person to ask. This is already more than enough."

[amcryllis]

@mezzomorendo. He's sooooo sleepy today. It's one of his rare days off and he's tireddddddd. He can't be bothered to fully wake up so all he does is adorably and sleepily kiss Aerith aaaaall the way down to her tummy before he cuddles her midriff. Sleepy puppy cuddle time. <3

Aerith finds Zack the cutest at his sleepiest; he is so full of affection and love for her that it almost overwhelms her. Not quite, though, she meets him halfway and bestows as much love upon him as she can. The kisses get her a little flushed, but when he cuddles into her Aerith immediately starts combing her fingers through his hair and stroking his cheek gently. She leans down and with some difficulty manages to plant a big kiss on the tippy top of his head.

"Hello sleepy."

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

@mezzomorendo | Zack and Sephiroth | Closed Starter

If ever the spawn of calamity had claws or teeth to latch and tear, they were certainly used, even if only energetically, in his greatest time of need. The desire, the intent, the burning hissing drive to return, tangible and living, even if in a form beyond what he once was, it was driving every last essence of his existence. It would burn, tear, and destroy to reach its goal--the existence stolen from him...

But it would take sacrifice. So many parts of him, memory and self, had been stolen by the cruel waves, and more he found himself given up to climb further...and now, power. Power that kept him going, but it would be the last sacrifices to finally reach the surface as the purest form of himself.

It was worth it. The core of him was all that mattered anymore as everything else clearly had become worthless, given it had brought him to this point in his existence, fighting erosion and a ceased existence. And as he clawed and climbed, he gripped whatever threads he could weave into ties and ropes, bound to the anchor that was...Cloud.

That energy, it was still connected, and permeated outward, even more so with the taint of all his malice and cruelty in that dark infection being deemed Geostigma. He would have his return, to power and self, to the divine figure he was meant to be...the...what...was it...again?

A purpose. He had a great purpose. It was stolen. He would take it back, even if by force. And by force it was, his newly reformed body feeling as if it was tearing forth from some stubborn fabric of reality. He stumbled through the deathly cold of Modeoheim, bare form raw to existence, but his will determined as ever. Reckless and stubborn, he ignored the needs that giving up unnatural levels of power had left him victim to--hunger, rest, thirst, so on--and marched on.

Back towards...Midgar. A defiant city forged at the very corners of corruption. Foolish, yet almost admirable. Almost. Every step he took drew emotions swimming around in the back of his mind, and every new corner brought sight and sensation of those afflicted with Stigma. It brought a great satisfaction, a thrill, a push to continue one to see their despair. If he could feed off of it, he would.

This city, it was here that he felt the threads tied to his anchor drawing him. He had not yet decided whether he would claim Cloud by will or by death when he faced him. That detail didn't matter as much right not, not as much as reaching that anchor.

And so, starving, thirsting, and gaunt with weariness, dressed in layers to conceal himself until the proper time, he wandered the edges of the city, head down and following sense rather than vision. It was a miracle he barely bumped into anyone, but he marched on. He felt he was nearing it...that source...it was strange, as if almost felt as if it fluctuated, trying to draw elsewhere, but he knew, that source of connection, memory, and energy was here. He could feel the Geostigma gripping his body.

Careful steps brought him to a building...a shelter? Hmmm...pitiful...an ripe with weakness. He sneered under his hood, vicious green eyes skating around, finally looking with more than his senses of the energy around him.

[sometimesrufus]

"Smug in human form, but only because he's got no idea how to interact with people normally and, in fact, would probably have a mental breakdown if he allowed himself to trust."

"Are you implying that I'm not human?"

He's not deigning to respond to the rest of that.

[phantasiiae]

Sends Aerith and Cloud cute pics of Storm and Angeal in their shared group chat. Listen, he misses them when they're off saving the world, so let him have this! <3

Excuse Aerith because she is literally crying over how cute they are while Cloud pats her on the back (he also thinks they are very cute okay thank you Zack).

[katana-otoko]

This black-haired youth squints as he notices a lone silhouette near the shoulder of the road. So few locals knew the road existed at all; as the road was only used by Shinra officials to maintain Gongaga's lone reactor. A thunderstorm loomed in the skies above, the occasional rumble of distant thunder being the only thing audible above the roar of his motorcycle's engine. He began to slow down as he caught up with this person, placing one foot down upon the asphalt. The teen is dressed well for a nearly off road shortcut through the jungle. Thick soled leather boots, well fitted denim jeans, and a worn leather jacket, currently zipped closed. He might be a familiar face, those steel blue eyes behind dark framed glasses. There is some stubble along his jawline, perhaps he was an evening or two overdue for a shave.

"Hey, hey--," He cut off the motorcycle's engine so he didn't need to shout. "There's a storm rolling in fast. Do you think you can make it home on foot?"

[gcldfanged]

"You're very smart, and very pretty, and I hope one day to be someone you can trust." <3

Describe my muse in one sentence [ACCEPTING]

"Oh, do go on," Jae insists, posing coquettishly. The concept of trusting someone like Zack seems easy enough in theory, but Yoon is a Turk and to be a Turk means holding one's cards close to the chest. For his own sake, as well as the safety of others.

"I always did have a preference for canines, so I suppose there's no harm in seeing what may develop."

[azure-steel]

@mezzomorendo replied: Picks him up and kisses him!!!!!

"Zaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! Not in front of the SOLDIER guys!"

[hiislegacy]

mezzomorendo asked: Oh he fucked up. He fucked up so badly. He was gone for so long and Cloud was going to be so mad at him. He didn't mean to be gone for so long! He lost track of time on a mission and got caught up in doing other things that he didn't realize just how long he was gone. Cloud will kill him. That was just the truth of it. Thus, he was pacing in loud circles outside of Cloud's door, biting the nail on his thumb as he tried to think of how EXACTLY to apologize to his soon to be murderer.

"..." Cloud did not know what to expect when he opened the door, after hearing what sounded like someone outside it pacing??... He paused, hand instinctively going up for the hilt on his back, and those wide eyes stared in surprise at what was clearly a First-Class SOLDIER. He wasn't sure if he should be prepared to fight for his life, or run, but hesitation was immediately instilled in him (For some reason~).

"What do you want!?!"

@mezzomorendo

[exturk]

Send 💋 to abruptly kiss my muse | accepting.

@mezzomorendo asked: 💋

  Eyes   widened   in   surprise   as   Zack's   lips   pressed   against   hers.           Though   the   soldier   was   flirtatious   in   nature   she   hadn't   considered   the   possibility    that   he   may   have   had   a   genuine   interest   in   her.            

--.......it   was   all   just   playful   banter   ...or   so   she   presumed.        

The   kiss   lasted   a   few   seconds   before   she   pulled   back,    confusion   written   all   over   her.     

"....Why....        all   of   a   sudden?"

[reevc]

he has to pick ONE sentence??? Ughhhhh. Fineeeeee. "Reeve is a kind man who really tries to do the right thing in his day to day - though he does have a habit of overworking himself." ♡

there was a laugh on his lips for a moment. watching as Zack. A smile on his face for a moment as he looked at the other. " You are far too kind to me Zack, I don't deserve it --- and besides IM working on stopping overworking myself. Just bad things happen at the worst times."

Describe my muse in one sentence || accepting @mezzomorendo

[whiitemateria]

— ( Waking Up with @mezzomorendo )

"You know our John Doe?" The nurse asked, surprise in her voice. "How'd you even know he was here?"

Aerith didn't have an answer for that at first. Or, she had an answer, but not one that made sense. Not one that anyone else would understand. Once upon a time, she had known beyond a shadow of a doubt that Elmyra's husband had died. She had simply felt it, known it to be true - that he would never come home to the woman who had taken her in.

The same was true in this instance. She had simply been pulled here. She had simply just ... known.

And so, there she has sat, visiting every day she was able with a new bundle of flowers in tow until every surface in his room that the nurse's said was free had been covered in blooms. It was no longer a hospital room, it was a garden. A garden just for him. That way, he'd know it was her, if he woke up and she wasn't there.

It was hard to see him like this. Not that the look of silent peace was not beautiful in its own way, the curve of his jaw and the scar that crossed it unset and free from the stress that had plagued him in the time before his disappearance.

But it wasn't him the way she remembered. It wasn't the smile he wore. He wasn't looking at her. Would he ever look at her again?

Was she ... stupid, for sitting here with him every day?

Would he even remember her, if he woke up?

[scorching-passion]

Yeets a candy bar at him. "CATCH!"

Unprompted Asks - ALWAYS ACCEPTING @mezzomorendo

Catches said candy bar in his teeth and swallows it whole. "Why thank you, my friend!! So gracious of you to notice I was feeling peckish!"

[amcryllis]

@mezzomorendo sent ;; would you let me make it up to you?

Aerith debates his question.

Well, she's already forgiven him; it wasn't Zack's fault, after all. None of it was. Not one second of it. Shinra, the war, all of it — it fell on shoulders that stood mountains above the sway the two of them could ever hope to have on the world and Aerith's heart cracked and shuddered at the thought that Zack would even try to carry any of that weight himself.

In fact, she shakes her head almost as soon as those words leave his lips and waves her hands in a no gesture. She wants to say a lot, bring up a lot, lament a lot, but what good does lingering on the past do? She could mention it all, ask for all of it, probe and probe until he was exhausted but she wasn't that kind of person. She wasn't that kind of woman.

So instead, Aerith falls silent for a short time, debating her answer carefully. It seems that when it clicks in her head she softens so much one could almost call it night and day; from worry to calmness, that air of peace she brings with her everywhere she goes — and she stares into those eyes. The eyes that frightened her, and warmed her to her core, all blue like the sky.

"Take me on that date." She asks, reaching out to hold his hands. "Take me on that date and we'll forget about everything."