#scorchingpassion

[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?"

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

@scorching-passion said:

I am a horse

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

Lying is bad, Roche.

[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.

[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

[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!"

[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—

[ghostofnibelheim]

The Second wasn't even finished with his theatrical, dispassionate shpiel when Sephiroth looked away. Resting his head against the gloved tips of his digits, he closed his eyes to conceal their irritated roll and slowly inhaled a disgruntled sigh. His face bore traces of exhaustion, physical and psychological, and hiding it was becoming increasingly difficult.

"How touching." He rebutted shortly, without raising his look to meet that heartfelt display of loyalty as a better man would. "Then, do me a favor as my friend, and leave me be. There's no such thing as rest for me out there. Not until I have my answers."

Less so was Roche's command meant as such despite its delivery, more so was it a test to ascertain how Sephiroth would react, and he had, indeed, reacted rather poorly. The tone was noted, the fire he could see burning within the embers of the general's gaze as cold as ice and his expression mimicked the frosty undertone to the warning delivered to him right then.

This would not do, and Roche was about to turn it back on the Silver First Class once more as he would offer his own disapproving glare as a parent would to their disobedient child.

Not to suggest that this was how the blond was viewing his friend in that moment, simply just so very rare was it that Sephiroth would choose to shut down his good sense and ignore the facts.

"Hmm..." a moment of quiet contemplation then, a forefinger tapped to the upper lip, his other arm slung across his midriff while he would begin to pace, so very slowly, about the space on the opposing side of that desk.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Sephiroth..." His motions would pause then, a bemuse glance thrown in the First's general direction. "But R and R would stand for Rest and Relaxation, no?" That raised hand would sweep before him then, presenting the question to his superior, one he would deem somewhat rhetorical as he denies the man a chance to even respond. "So that would present the assumption that we are both off duty, and therefor the words I offer to you are not offered to the leader of SOLDIER, or First Class..." Another pause, for dramatic effect perhaps were it not for the way his expression would soften in that moment, the way he would raise both hands as if to frame the very visage of the man sat across from him.

"... but as my friend." A hand upon his chest then. "Your best interests are all that concern me right now, you know this."

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[ghostofnibelheim]

//Calling out @azure-steel / @scorching-passion for being a massive Mr. Dolphin hater.

Shame. Shaaaaaame!

Dr.Saru\\

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

Positivity for Saru:

You smell like the inside of the bum :)

//I know where you live, Saphie.

Saru-mun\\

[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.

[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...

[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?"

[defiant-ex-soldiers]

There was something about Roche that struck Cloud as familiar. The man had been a thorn in his side since they met on route to the plate, but there was something that Cloud enjoyed about fighting him.

Roche was a man that could go toe to toe with him. He had the same enhancements, and with the fighting style he had both on and off the bike he was unpredictable.

And Cloud loved the feeling of adrenaline that coursed through his veins with every fight. It was electric.

Maybe the idea of adding Roche to the team wasn't well thought out, considering his loud and bombastic personality, but Cloud couldn't help but see glimpses of a man stuck under ShinRa's thumb.

He wasn't sure if Roche enjoyed his job or not, but the least he could do is offer an out, especially after he hadn't tried to collect on that bounty earlier. He had merely wanted a one on one fight, which Cloud had been happy to oblige. He even provided a way to escape after the battle was won.

"Seriously, If you need an out, then come with me and my group. You've proven that I can trust you."

He knew Barret would object to having another SOLDIER in the group, but Cloud ultimately believed having Roche on their side would be more of a help than a hindrance in the long run.

Cloud takes a moment to look around the arena at all the Infantrymen gathered around, and then glances back at the group of five behind him before returning his gaze to Roche.

"If you'd be risking too much by leaving, I understand."

@defiant-ex-soldiers asked: Cloud holds out his hand toward Roche, "...come with me." Unprompted Asks - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

He made it seem so easy; that one little statement, that open palm. All he had to do was reach out and take it, his ticket to a long coveted freedom, one Roche had never truly known.

Or long forgotten.

Moreover, though the thought of walking into the proverbial sunset with one Cloud Strife - as the dreams would dictate - life was never quite so stark of contrast. Always something to hold him back, to shackle him to the cage of ShinRa's iron regime. To his band of brothers crowded within that very hall.

"You tease me~" purred between the plush lips of a coquettish grin, the kind which would reach the eyes, enticing the blond to ask again if nothing else. Surely the man who had not long split his beloved Sleipnir clean in two could hone such sensibilities about him?

Could he?