#s-acrificium

[akingoftragedy]

Aulea carefully made her way towards the desk, trying not to be be too conspicuous. She gently touched her husbands shoulder, her hands carefully caress his face. A gentle smile on her lips, "My love your frowning. What troubles you?" @s-acrificium

The letters swam across the page in his vision, hours of reading them over resulting in them becoming an unintelligible mess in both his mind and eye. Letters, proposals, reports, they were never ending. As soon as he finished one, there were three more to take it's place.

No wonder his father was so sour all the time, Regis thought to himself. Years of this and I may go mad too.

He hadn't heard Aulea enter, too engrossed in attempts to decipher words that had once made sense to him to hear the gentle creak of the hinges and the click of her shoes on the polished floor. Despite her gentle touch, Regis still startled, expression melting to embarrassment and exhaustion as he slowly leaned back into his chair with a low, drawn out sigh. Her touch along his cheek guided him to look at her, nothing but adoration in his eyes.

Aulea. His best friend, his beloved wife, his anchor in this whirlwind of ruling a kingdom threatened at every waking moment. He should have known she would come looking for him. He'd been locked away in his study practically all day, she likely having finished any of her duties or self assigned chores long ago.

"It's nothing, my love" he gently took one of her hands and pressed a chaste kiss to her knuckles "merely the council bickering among one another as per usual, i'm sure you know."

[calamitysshatteredson]

@s-acrificium [From here, since... Tumblr.]

"You--" He cut himself off with a deep sigh through the drag of a hand down his face. Already too late, wonderful.

"Tell me you did not get talked into a cave by a ghost. Don't you know they'll push you into other worlds? Steal your things? Harass your friends? Sound familiar?"

[ofmoonlily]

”There aren’t any pictures of me as a kid” - FF7 Tidus to FF7 Yuna @s-acrificium

It was oddly kind of the Scientist to place her in a room with another. A boy around her age. Stationed in the same lab, undergoing unusual tests Yuna couldn't fathom.

Was it...painful?

They sit idly under the humming lights, both anxiously awaiting Hojo's emergance. Yuna fiddles with her thumbs and tugs on the awkward contraptions whic pulled on her skin just to feel anything that wasn't fear.

Minutes turn to an hour, and she's speaking to the boy nestled on the opposite side of her room, lying down on a cold steel table. How they even got to the current topic was lost on her grief which swelled with every tick of the clock. Their childhoods; What they were allowed to possess as playthings in the lab, or what they created with what little materials had been scattered around the district. Shards of glass used as scissors, aged and broken crayons to color on the back of crumpled up pages detailing failed lab assessments. Among other unorthodox materials.

It wasn't long that Yuna actually found herself smiling, giggling even. Their experiences shared many similarities, which brought Yuna a sense of comfort to confide in the blond.

An agreeable nod of her head, and she rotates on her side of her table to face the young man, "Right? Do they truly think us unworthy of a single photograph that has nothing to do with the Science Department and the documents it contains? You know, the only photograph I've actually seen displaying my image was a single keycard detailing my information. I was just seven years old. It's a bit dated, don't you think?" another giggle.

"As far as what they intend to do with it, I don't know. My hope is they mistake my image with that of someone younger and release me. Wouldn't that be foolish?" Whatever this was between them? It was nice—exciting, even. She got to speak freely without the fear of Hojo screaming at her—at them—to 'keep quiet' while he prattled on conversing with himself as loud as he could, followed by his theatric swinging of arms and laughing when he's concluded something he never disclosed to his subjects.

Yuna made a friend today.

[pyramultimuse]

@s-acrificium wanted a starter from Sephiroth (for Clive) You didn't specify so I chose lol

"I can sense the power within you, the beautiful fires of destruction that Ifrit can create are at your fingertips. You and I, we could burn this world down." His tone inviting, smooth, seemingly romanticising the flames of chaos, destruction and death. Clive might be able to summon a god at will, but right now he was facing one. Would it be suicide to oppose the one winged angel? A harbinger of death. He very could bring about the end single handedly, yet extends an invitation. For what reason was unknown, one could never tell what Sephiroth was truly thinking. Maybe he respected the Dominant of Ifrit, a beastly god he had summoned himself on some occasions. Or maybe he was attracted to the power this man had, not strong enough to be a threat but there was potential if he took the man under his wing.

[audaciiaearchive]

(I saw you added Terence and even Dion is in here! I was wondering if it’s okay to send a reply to an RP meme with one of my AUs? Or any you are interested in really ^^; @s-acrificium

hi hello yes ofc!! feel free to send anything any time or even dm me if u want <3

[calamitysshatteredson]

“quiet. The ghosts are talking” (FF7! Riku because why not lol @s-acrificium

Magnolia Castillo starters | accepting but forever slow

"One: do not shush me for ghosts." He thought it was a perfectly acceptable request, haughty as it was.

"Two: it's generally not a good idea to listen to the dead. Bad suggestions, worse company, and sometimes they're not even really dead, which brings additional problems."

[pyramultimuse]

There was slight disappointment in the man's cyan eyes, but that wouldn't stop him. Sephiroth stepped closer and held his hand out. "You could say we're friends." He said as he caused Ifrit to stir inside it's host.

"We can be friends too you and I." The mysterious and powerful man said and began to turn away. "Walk with me. Lets talk and get to know each other." An invitation Clive felt compelled to follow by the flames he held inside him. They were drawn to this one winged angel, like he was the fuel that would make Ifrit burn brighter.

Clive wasn’t sure what he was more surprised by. The fact there was a, clearly, unstable individual that could sense that Ifrit was inside him… or the fact he apparently thinks Clive would agree to world domination.

Though he wondered if it was wise to disagree, and if he could fight him. Kill him in one go? Probably not, but Clive wasn’t interested in becoming someone’s (no matter how ethereally handsome they may be) little war toy.

“I’m not interested in making the world burn, though I ask… how is it you know of the power I have inside me?”