#rhcpsodos

[ofsgiathan]

❝  Can  you  please  explain  to  me  on  why  you  ate  my  boyfriend's  hair  way  back  when,  @rhcpsodos?  I'd  love  to  know.  ❞

[sepheroth]

it  wasn’t  even  as  bad  as  i  thought .

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝟒

"What?" Suddenly Sephiroth turned away from his glass that had just about half of his beverage left. But he was careful to not spill onto the table that they happened to be sharing. It's near harsh on his throat just about as equally as it was to change his tone. Shooting this redhead a rather playful glare after he checked his breath by huffing into the palm, but then her realized the the theatrics he must've seemed to have resorted to. He didn't really care much about it now. It didn't seem at that bad. Or was that the alcohol talking? He may have been slightly tipsy. Just slightly, though. Shrugging off, he'd smile a playful one. "You meant to tell me that you had no faith in my choices? Just wait until you get a taste of what else is on menu." Says the one who remained somewhat indecisive of what he wanted to order. He doesn't mean the drinks, he meant the food. Turning after he held onto whatever forming though that he had, the silverette straightened his posture as he turned. "Besides, this is the least I could do. Returning the favor of that one time." There it goes and there it when. Almost all of his formalities near exited out of the window.

[fairboy]

romance/friendship arc

you started this story a little hard, or awkward, or stubborn. that's okay. it's harder than it should be to admit, but what you really want is love. that's what your story is all about - not just the act of loving, but the allowance of it. the confession that you do not want to fight or bleed or save the world, but to simply feel the way two hands fit so easily together. you will have two chairs and a table and you will shut your blinds, and you will say the word love without faltering. this is a happy ending, and you do not need to feel guilty. it hurts our hands to fight - never to hold.

tagged by @evocatled

tagging @sgiathan @rhcpsodos @mikofleur @annjiru and anyone else that wants to do it!

[ruleoftheserpent]

@rhcpsodos asked: -bites-

The   Bastard,   it   was   called.   A   large   uniquely   crafted   gunblade,   a   distinguishing   weapon   wielded   by   one   of   the   most   lethal   of   Garleans.   It   was   pressed   quickly   near   the   intruder’s   pulse   where   a   single   cut   could   be   fatal.   ❝   Try   it   again   and   next   time,   you   lose   your   head.   ❞

[wingsdreamt]

❛  god, this is so embarrassing. i need your help, okay ?  ❜

"Tell me about it." Zack arches a brow up.

The day had finally come where hell must have frozen over if Genesis Rhapsodos of all people was looking to him for help.

Genesis has managed to corner him by the coffee machine at the back of the 49th floor. There, they find themselves at an impasse (Zack can't find a polite excuse to leave, not with Genesis looking at him like that).

Wouldn't it just be so lucky for them both if he could suddenly read minds and Genesis didn't have to worry about scraping all his pride off the floor? Zack nurses his foam cup of scalding coffee with a tentative, wincing sip in the hopes that it might buy time for Genesis to muster his courage.

"Right...Well, have you tried turning it off and on again?" When in doubt, that solution tends to be a good catch-all. Judging by the notable lack of a favorable reaction from Genesis, however, that probably isn't it. Zack squints thoughtfully over the rim of his cup. "Double-check if all the connections are solid? Check for software updates?"

Eventually, he imagines, his random pieces of advice will strike out against the right topic.

"Have you tried...I dunno, talking through it? I've heard that's healthy. Or just asking?"

Sip, wince, think.

Genesis reached for casual disdain in all things he disapproved of as easily as quoting LOVELESS, but for him to slip towards desperation...

"Ohhh, wait. I know! You saw all the holes in his favorite shirt, didn't you."

[annjiru]

The  sunlight  trickled  in  through  the  window  as  the  chevalier  prepared  two  cups  of  black  coffee.  Genesis  had  just  arrived  at  Angeal’s  apartment  and  was  eager  to  spend  the  weekend  together.  The  two  had  just  returned  from  a  brief  mission  in  Wutai  and  were  ready  to  unwind.  

However,  Genesis’  idea  of  relaxing  was  quite  different  than  his  own.  The  bard  had  invited  Angeal  to  go  shopping  for  clothes,  which  was  apparently  long  overdue  and  had  to  be  addressed  immediately.  There  was  no  special  occasion  that  they  were  shopping  for,  and  Angeal  never  quite  cultivated  an  eye  for  fashion  as  his  companion  had.  Rather  than  defer  to  his  friend's  judgment  as  he  had  done  in  the  past,  the  commander  vowed  to  be  more  vocal  about  his  tastes.  Easier  said  than  done  in  the  moment,  he  mused.  

He  set  the  two  cups  down  on  the  coffee  table  before  them  so  that  they  could  go  over  their  plans  once  more  before  leaving.  ❝  Tell  me  again,  where  exactly  are  you  spiriting  us  away  to?  ❞

@rhcpsodos​

[stagnantmako]

(( 💭 💭 :')

Weiss is hinging all his hopes on this man. That he will take mercy on us the way none have before and liberate us from DeepGROUND... Try as I might, I find myself habouring the same hopes, if only for his sake. The files on Project G suggest that he has a streak of altruism, even if it may have been fueled by a narcissistic urge to stand above his peers. Is it too much to hope that when he wakes, he will be the key we need?

He wants to speak if monsters? He wishes to wax poetic about atonement and sacrifice while he corrals himself in a cave, free from texperimentation? From torture? He believes he has suffered well and true enough to decide he has had enough of it, that the world has enough monsters already? He willdamn us to rot beneath the surface to reassure himself that he is good.I would like to see him last a year in these walls. I would like to see any of those so called monsters endure but a fraction of what must upon a daily basis. Show me your lifetime of suffering, Genesis, and I will show you a pleasant afternoon.Let him hide. Let him wallow in his own self pity. We will escape without him. He is unworthy to be called our brother.

[eeveeliciousrp]

@rhcpsodos [continued]

Sephiroth had sensed something had been wrong for awhile, he had a sixth sense to this sort of thing. He was waiting for Genesis to come to him but he ended up having to confront his friend about it. The silverette ended up coming over at a time when Genesis couldn’t hide what was wrong, heaving until blood came up. It broke his heart to see the redhead so weak and ill. 

He silently came over to where Genesis sat on the floor. He wanted so badly to tell him that it was going to be okay. But that would be a lie. This was bad, he could feel it. Sephiroth reached out to gently wrap his arms around his friend, face buried in those crimson locks.

“I’m not going to let you die... But if I fail, I will drag you out of the lifestream and find a way to save you. I promise I wont leave you Genesis. I’m staying right here with you.”

[ofsgiathan]

@rhcpsodos sent: “Nothing will take you from me. Not even death.”

Genesis' words hit Angeal like that of a train going full speed ( brakes broken and all ). And, no matter what he tried to do, the First Class SOLDIER couldn't bring himself to move for he was like a deer in the headlights — wide-eyed and all. The only things he could hear was the endless ringing in his ears. It didn't help he could feel his heart pounding against not only his chest but at the base of his through right in-between the collar bones causing him to let in a big gulp in attemp to calm himself down only to fail miserably.

Words truly couldn't describe just how much Genesis meant to him. And while he loved Sephiroth, truly, he couldn't help to be a bit more biased — a bit more partial — with Genesis. Perhaps it's because he knew how to calm to fiery brunette for he knew him on a far more personal level. In fact, that's why he never took the man's crude remarks seriously. He knew how short-tempered and hot-headed he could get when emotionally distraught.It wasn't his fault that he grew up with shitty parents and Angeal knew that.

❝  I  don't  plan  on  going  anywhere,  Gen.  I  promise,  ❞  he managed to get out after calming himself down.  ❝  You're  stuck  with  me.  ❞

[ofsgiathan]

@rhcpsodos sent: “Merry Christmas, here I am”

Christmas was never something that was overdramaticized in Banora like it was in ... say ... Midgar where they made it a big deal. And it's wasn't that Banora never made it a big deal as much as it was Shinra trying to scam everyone by overpricing things to those who lived in the Slums.

Genesis never really got along with his parents ( and vice versa ) so Angeal and his mother allowed him to come over during Christmas break so he'd have at least some sense of normalcy. He was Angeal's best friend, after all. He'd do anything to see at least a half-hearted smile on the other's face.

❝  I'm  glad  you  made  it,  ❞  he smiled a faint smile, his voice genuine.  ❝  Make  yourself  comfortable.  Mom  and  I  are  getting  close  to  finishing  everything  up  food  wise.  ❞

Angeal always enjoyed cooking. It's something that calmed him down whenever he felt antsy or anxious or ... well ... anything but happy. Hell, he did most of the cooking for him and his mother whenever he went over to visit because she loved his cooking more than she did her own. Which was hilarious, really, considering she learned a lot of things from the likes of herself.

❝  I'm  not  sure  if  —  or  when  —  Sephiroth  will  be  here.  He's  yet  to  update  me  on  anything.  Have  you  heard  anything  from  him  yet,  Gen?  ❞

Sometimes he came on Christmas Eve sometimes he came on Christmas Day ... or the day after. It really depended for Sephiroth came to be nothing short of unpredictable. Nobody knew that more than Angeal and Genesis. Though, in all honesty, Angeal wouldn't entirely be opposed to it being just the two of them hanging out like old times. He actually missed those days ... a lot.

❝  Oh,  and  while  I'm  thinking  about  it  ...  I  actually  got  you  something.  Wait  here.  ❞

Hopefully Genesis would like the Limited Edition version of LOVELESS that Angeal had gotten for him. In fact, it was one of the first copies ever printed.

[ofsgiathan]

@rhcpsodos sent: “🔥?”

❝  I  ...  ❞ 

He froze. Angeal wasn't expecting Genesis to ask him such a question ( let alone so abruptly ). He grew up with the temperamental First Class SOLDIER and knew him damn near all of his life. Hell ... him and Sephiroth were the first two people he came out to way back when. But there was just something about Genesis that made him ... 

...  no.

Quickly, he shook his head in attempt to get the negative thoughts — the nasty voices — out of his head that told him he wasn't good enough. Not then, not ever. That Genesis and Sephiroth neither one needed him despite knowing better. Angeal's the mediator — the middle man — between them. The glue that kept them together. If it weren't for him then Genesis and Sephiroth would've been at each other's throats more often than not and he knew it. He hated it ...

... he hated all of it.

❝  ...  am  torn  on  what  I  think  and  what  I  should  say.  ❞

Because it'd always been more than just looks that attracted him to Genesis. Looks were just a bonus in Angeal's eyes. They always had been. But there's no denying that Genesis wasn't anything but attractive. Hell ... he was fucking gorgeous ( and his voice most certainly didn't help so there's that ).

❝  You're  more  than  just  attractive,  Genesis.  Both  internally  and  externally.  In  fact  ...  ❞

...  i  find  you  to  be  quite  beautiful.

❝  ...  nevermind.  It  doesn't  matter.  ❞

[sepheroth]

Genesis reached out and without being provoked, tugged Sephiroth's hair.

No matter how soft he'd intended for the sound that he makes to be, a sharp 'tch' would be heard underneath his voice. First glaring into space, and then he'd hiss a little before turning toward an angle to meet over his shoulder. "....You needed something?" With that, he'd take the silver strand in which was tugged at and tossed it back in front of him. Genesis ought to be thankful he hadn't batted his hand away. Most people hadn't dared to go that are.

[sepheroth]

" Hey." Genesis spoke. " Are you too much of a good little soldier to sneak out with me? Angeal is asleep."

"...Is that something you really believe?" Skepticism wore itself heavily in his speech. Before scoffing, Sephiroth shook his head before continuing, not long after he'd smile inwardly to himself. "Otherwise, you'd not have come to me in hopes I'd prove your theory wrong."

[sepheroth]

-bites again- no genesis this is not a challenge.

He might've asked had he'd done something to warrant this attention. But he isn't complaining about it. It's gotten difficult for him to not stare, that little subtle smile would sooner be the betrayal of himself. But within his own ears, his heart's roaring about akin to that of a storm within his chest. He's unable to hear himself think that it's become so disruptive.

[sepheroth]

-bites-

One ought to be careful with that. He may like it more than he'd actually say out loud. He probably never will...