#scorchingpassion

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

@scorching-passion said:

"... you should continue with the knock-knock jokes. far less droll."

"I'm not your entertainer, SOLDIER." He replies with a calm but serious voice. Which to be fair, it's the voice Cyno always uses. "My jokes are out of necessity. If you need one, though, all you need is to ask."

He actually had one just now.

"Why did the mercenary miss his Omni-Slash? Because he used a Busted Sword."

[ghostofnibelheim]

@scorching-passion || Continued~

Seems Roche didn't even have the common decency to be sorry. How typical.

"And just which of the two are you trying to make it right now?" He asked after shaking his head to himself. Even as they walked through the smoldered ruins of the Wuutai village, the two seemed more like a couple on a leisure stroll around the market, rather than two trained elite of the ShinRa military on a critical mission.

"Unless you're leaving that up to my own interpretation. Is that it?"

[galahdborn]

☆ @scorching-passion ☆

As much as Nyx had been born surrounded by wildlife and nature, it didn't stop him from appreciating fine machinery when he saw it. Gaia was an odd planet on many fronts, but the people here knew how to make nice looking vehicles, that was for sure.

Nyx had his own motorcycle, but it hardly compared to the beauty in front of him. When he could afford it, he'd take the one he had bought to a mechanic, but for now he would just have to make due. At least he had been able to haggle down the price, a skill taught to him by his mother many years ago now.

"This yours?" he questions, though with the attire the other is wearing it would be odd if the motorcycle didn't belong to him. The stranger was eccentric looking, but he could hardly blame someone who had found their own sense of style. He knew he probably looked odd in his Kingsglaive uniform as well, but it was the best outfit he had for traveling and fighting monsters.

[tscng]

↳ Demon's make work for idle hands, or so the saying went, and when one Roche SOLDIER Third Class was idle there was only one other place aside from the workshop where he could be found.

And after a particularly grueling nightshift, there he was, dominating the sofa of the Turk's main office. Though he must have nodded off while waiting for the Turk's leader to return, grasping one of the many throw cushions beneath his chin.

from, @scorching-passion

The time of two a.m. slipped by just too quickly. He uses this time for reflection, catching up on his thoughts, and occasionally, finishing up his notes for the day -- in peace. He seldom returned to his office, but something about unwinding with herbal tea and removing his tie was soothing.

The door gently clicked, revealing an unfamiliar sight. A mess of blond would be recognized anywhere by him. He whispered to himself, "Roche?" and crossed the room to observe the one asleep. A hand reached out to brush away the strands that clung to his cheek in slumber, and a smile came to his face as he gazed at the man.

In kneeling position, he gives him a soft kiss on the temple. "Darling... I think you fell asleep..." Waking him gradually so as not to startle him.

[cloudyfenrir]

There's an unusual petulance to Roche's demeanour; where one was usually upbeat and optimistic being asked to give up the luxury provided by his beloved Sleipnir was certainly a dark cloud hanging over the biker.

"Then tell me how a bird is better than the motor? So far your arguments are arguably weak." Give him reasons, good ones, or he'll dig his heels in!

Cloud was probably going to go grey by the time they were going to get Roche to agree to this. Apparently too much noise when they're on the run from the government and trying to find someone isn't a good enough reason. Why was Cloud even the one to have this conversation? It wasn't even his idea. Cloud likes motorcycles.

"Chocobo don't need gas. Gysahl greens are cheap as hell, gas is getting expensive and gil is limited." Cloud says, clearly getting bored and irritated with going around in circles arguing the toss. There was one more card he could possibly pull but Rain might kick his ass for it.

[mezzomorendo]

He is most definitely touching things in the clinic that he probably shouldn't be touching and just generally getting in the way because these are the things that Roche tends to do when he likes someone enough.

:3

Zack is immediately reminded of why he's a dog person and not a cat person.

"Roche!" He almost trips over himself to get to his -- friend? Some days it sure felt like they weren't. "Stop that! Go outside if you wanna be annoying!"

[ghostofnibelheim]

"..." Sephiroth remained silent at those words.

Roche's voice had sliced through, like a cold and murderous blade digging straight against a once steely and calculative heart that now pulsed with anger, threatening to push, cut itself open on that edge and burst. Not to let out blood, but the unbridled rage of a boy who'd held it all in throughout his whole life.

'No more', that boy begged, 'I don't want this anymore'.

Enough of "Behave". Enough of "Forget it". It was never the time for questions. Never the place.

"The lies and deception... are with ShinRa. Back in Midgar, where you seem so desperately eager to go back to." He said, pushing a lump down his throat from holding his breath too long. His mouth felt dry.

Yes, he'd never learn anything about his past by going back. Genesis had the right to it

'You are a monster.'

when he left to find the truth. And the truth was here.

He looked up at last, settling a pair of ice-cold green irises on the Second's features as he stood once more. It was Sephiroth's turn to be theatrical now. His arms spread wide open to motion at the chaos of scientific literature that surrounded them.

"Professor Gast was a man ahead of his time. A mind too brilliant for this world... and for ShinRa. This place is his will and testament to those who could see it. People like myself!"

He turned around, gazing up at the shelves yet to be explored. Wondering, daydreaming of the truth he may find... no, that he would find for sure. The hints were all there. His mother's name was here; her presence was here. He felt it to a primordial degree...! Was this not that feeling people spoke about, when a soldier returned to his childhood home after years at war, in the arms of loving parents, to a familiar and comforting fire?

"This place... it's calling to me, Roche." He said with a longing note in his voice he'd never used before. The tone of a man who'd just experienced true love for the first time. "Professor Gast knew my mother... he knew me. All my life, I felt like he was the only one who saw the world the way I did. Who could see what was beyond. And he's right here... I must listen to what he has to say."

And Sephiroth was that better man, a better man than whoever this was sitting in front of him right then. Roche knew a blatant brush-off when he witnessed one, oh, countless times had he been on the receiving end from many a man or peer.

But not the general, not Sephiroth.

Any SOLDIER worth his salt would take those words as a direct order, and leave with his tail tucked shamefully between his legs. The Second, of course, would have other ideas; brazen to a fault and with as much respect for authority as a desert receives rain.

Sephiroth of all people should know this about him, or had he forgotten in this self-made stupor of absent discovery?

He leans towards that desk once more, hopeful to catch his leader's eye as he spreads both palms against the wooden surface between the plethora of tomes which had yet to yield these so-called answers the Silver SOLDIER was looking for.

"And what exactly are you hoping to find among the mindless rambling of mad men, hm? You know the lies and deception already. It clings to us like rising damp." Tone devoid of humour and pomp, a deadpan expression accompanied by a light lilt of his head.

"This is not the way, and you damn well know it, Sephiroth."

[worldly-diversity]

@scorching-passion ○ 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 ○

          ⤷  『  "Tell me, Cloud Strife, is there any finer sight than the glow of my smile in the morning~?"  』

He was not a morning person, as Roche should know by now. He's already usually quiet, but mornings can go to hell unless there's coffee involved. He knows he used to do without, used to get up even earlier, but all of that has sunken far enough from his conscious mind that he really doesn't think about the change, just that mornings fucking suck.

Mornings in good company suck a little less…

Except in this case said company is a Roche who has far too much energy not being put to better use for whatever hour it might be right now. So he chooses the most expedient and sensible reply to the other's exuberant greeting.

A pillow hits Roche square in the face.

He's going to regret it in a second and have to scramble out of his cozy spot, he knows that, but the look on Roche's face was going to be so fucking worth it—

[primalvessel]

Though you do write very delicious smut indeed, I feel something more personal is warranted here.

You're such an amazing person, Lee. I never tell you, because I never know how, you know? Your muse, your writing, but mostly just you, with your daily hearts in my discord IM's.

It was a pleasure to see you again this year, and hopefully that won't be the last time either. But know that I treasure you as a friend, one of my closest, and that will never change <3

Here's hoping you have a fantastic new year, and your flu clears up so very soon!!

I've been hoarding this for a long time because it's so nice and I never really know how to respond to these things (even on that rare occasion when I ask for them).

The very least I can do is say thank you though, so THANK YOU. <3

You've been a fantastic friend to have (hard to believe its been years now!) and each and every time I see you on my dash or in my inbox it makes me happy. I'm glad you're finding a way to be present on tumblr again even if it's not with our little shippy ship.

I'm super happy we can still be pals even without rping, and I'll keep sending (almost) daily hearts! I think they're a nice way to offset the whinging I'm usually doing at you. 8D Never forget that you're always welcome in my inbox, IMs and everything else too.

Sending you many loves and thankyou again for your lovely words. <3

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

@scorching-passion said:

I am a horse

"Not a Friesian horse. You are an Andalusian at best."

Lying is bad, Roche.

[ghostofnibelheim]

💋💋💋💋💋 :3c

Kiss My Muse! || Always Accepting~

"... I'm trying to sleep." And he'd been asleep; that was made evident by the thick drawl in his voice. All lights were out in the bedroom, but the place was never truly dark, not when the curtains weren't closed to completely block out the city skyline from the clear floor-to-ceiling windows that ran along all of the western side of Sephiroth's personal living space.

Outside, Midgar pulsed like a green, sick lung of mako and steel. The green fumes of the reactors covered the sky like a second plate, concealing the stars above, and reflecting the lights from the buildings below. When Sephiroth slowly opened one eye, that same sickly green glimmered faintly against his irises.

He inhaled a long sigh through the nose when Roche kissed him again. "... Is this you kissing goodbye because you're going back, or did you just have a bad dream because you're in my bed?"

[galahdborn]

“First of all, I didn’t “miss” the red flags. I looked at them and thought: yeah, that’s sexy.”

𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 || @scorching-passion

Oh boy. "Well, I can admire your dedication," Nyx offered, voice serious though he was doing his best to hold back a snort. It sounded like a joke, but he wasn't about to underestimate Roche. The guy would absolutely pick out the person with the most red flags and still decide that he wanted them. Nyx would be in the same boat if he didn't like to live.

"I support you wholeheartedly – no, really. Just tell me what you'd like me to play at your funeral," there was amusement dancing in his eyes, though he genuinely hoped that the guy would actually be careful. Maybe he should keep a closer eye on Roche from now on?

[tscng]

↳ from, @scorching-passion

↳ A difficult task to achieve; sneaking up behind one (1) Tseng, and yet somehow Roche had managed it, swinging a single arm around about the man's shoulder to present him with a single red rose.

"I'm thinking you are also the kind of man who enjoys being wooed, typically on a day like today, no~?"

Perhaps he would allow Roche to believe he had the upper hand, and so it was simply a soft "Hm?" that was offered to the man when he looked at the flora presented to him. Admittedly he was becoming more fond of the man with the passing days. A modicum of praise is due for the attempt to be romantic, even if it was a little cliché.

"What ever gave you that impression?" he asked with a sly smirk.

[cloudyfenrir]

Cloud's brow furrowed at Roche's expression, he knew it'd be really hard to give up his bike in favour of chocobo but they really didn't want Rain to cough up blood again. Busily trying to think of a way to save the bike from the elements he nearly misses the other man's reply.

"Huh?" He blurts, taking a moment to process what Roche had just said.

"Well yeah, they gotta be sharp, they're prey animals. It's one of two natural weapons chocobo have-" It then hits Cloud like a ball to the temple: the change in Roche's demeanour and bringing up the sharpness of a chocobo beak as though it were a point against the birds.

"Wait... Are you scared of them?" He asks, his tone devoid of anything that could be considered a jeer at Roche, he even lowered his volume so the others didn't hear. Now he felt even worse. Not only being made to force the guy to give up a chocobo but potentially making him confront a fear.

The moment Rain was mentioned was the moment Roche knew he had to face defeat, and not for the first time in the face of this blond assailant. Both he and Cloud had toiled hard these past few weeks to bring the young carpenter's ailment under some semblance of control...

Who would Roche be to churn all that work into dust just to save his bike, and it grieved him to think of her sitting by and turning to rust. As much as he loved it with every fibre of his being... Sleipnir was just a machine, that could be replaced in the future, the cost of human life was indeed much higher. But with this crippling loss came the realisation that he would be forced to tell this man the truth...

An embarrassing one at that.

"They have extraordinarily sharp beaks..." It wasn't an argument this time, hopefully, displayed in his unusually soft tone and reluctance to really make eye-contact.

[worldly-diversity]

@scorching-passion ○ 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 ○

          ⤷  『  The motorcycle screeches to a halt before the blond mercenary, essentially blocking his path before Roche would offer a single hand to him coupled with a trademark, wolfish grin.

"Tonight is a celebration of love and passion, and the stars doth shine so very brightly upon us!! Join me within the twilight, won't you?!"  』

Despite their own determination to say sod it all and just live their lives without being held down by anyone or anything, it wasn't always that easy, and the dream of a week they'd had together, getting to know each other and growing attached against all odds had come to a close.

Cloud had to return to Avalanche and continue his journey there, and Roche was still tied to ShinRa despite whatever he may wish.

Still, he hadn't expected anything for the day, much as he'd heard the others harp on about valentine's this and romance that. Tifa had even gotten her hands on some chocolate for everyone to share, not that he'd chosen to hang around the main hustle and bustle of their little group.

Turns out that was a good choice, because all of a sudden there he was, as if out of nowhere if not for the fact Cloud had heard the roar of Roche's bike long before he came into clear view. The other's boisterous greeting only makes him chuckle, playfully rolling his eyes. Who'd have thought he'd come to miss this man's over the top behaviour.

He only casts a quick glance back towards the camp before taking Roche's hand. They'd be back before morning probably, he shouldn't be missed.

"Do you even have to ask?"

[primalvessel]

The feline was saying something, and he seemed pretty passionate about said subject. Roche, however, sometimes suffered with the ability to concentrate when something far more fascinating caught his eye.

Those ears!

For each time the Miqo'te would regale him with whatever tale he was babbling about, the blond's eyes would instantly be drawn back to those pointed fluffy ears protruding from snowy hair. The way they would turn and flip, the way they would flicker in the breeze.

Simply fascinating. He wished he had ears that could do that. He wanted to touch them.

But it was when they drooped lower, and the motion stopped entirely that silence would prevail and Roche's attention was snapped back to the cat's face, looking at him with an expression of utter annoyance.

So the man offered a blink, maybe too, attempting to clamber out of this stupor he'd found himself before he responded with a very bland and very simple:

"... Sorry, what...?"

It had taken a short while for him to realise that the blond wasn't listening to him but eventually Maru had cottoned on to the fact that his audience had lost interest - if he'd even had it in the first place.

The Miqo'te felt the seconds stretch on almost painfully as he watched the SOLDIER rise from whatever depths his inattention had dragged him down to and eventually he sighed, seeming to shrink in on himself a little and deflate.

The question only further cemented the fact that the blond hadn't heard a word of what he'd been saying.

"You know if you weren't interested, you could have just said so," he groused unhappily, pivoting on the spot with a twitch of his tail and beginning to walk away.

He did actually have better things to do than stand around wasting his breath.

Maybe someone in the cafeteria would enjoy his company...