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5 am.

The alarm blared to life and inwardly, the room’s only occupant flinched. This would definitely take some getting used to , but it was a far cry better to be gotten up at such hour as part of a routine, as opposed to sporadic awakenings, of which she could recall little, save for being poked and prodded and spurred on into a rage so encompassing that she’d lose herself.

Ah, what a lovely morning that used to make....

                                                                                                    not.

Muffled complaints were followed by a loud thump as she swung her legs free from her new bed, only to shin-check herself on the bedside table.

“FUCK.”

Bleary-eyed, sleep rumpled and now in pain, she rubbed her leg and rose to shower and dress for her first day on the job.

6 am.

It occurred to her that she’d gotten up a mite too early. Fuck. 

“Better early than late on the first day...” Berial muttered into the cup of coffee she purchased from the vending machine on the 43rd floor as she made her way to the elevator. It tasted almost medicinal, with a hint of pitch. Delicious. 

Arriving to the lab’s first level, she tossed the empty paper cup in the small bin just inside the laboratory doors and glanced around. Save for the hum of electronics and the occasional gurgle of liquids, the lab was silent.

“Hm. You’re early.” The reedy voice of the good Professor emanated from somewhere in the lab. The sudden sound of his voice made her start and she rested a hand over her heart as if that would still it’s increased rhythm.

“If I’m early sir, what does that make you?” “Hmph. Makes me on time, girl. Come here and make yourself useful.”

And just like that, Hojo pushed her into her work, with no chance to learn before practicing, she managed to do quite well on her feet, most of her tasks involved data entry, though he had her take samples from some of the creatures he was studying -thankfully they were sedated at the time.

Well this time at least.

Then came lunch and she found herself oddly without appetite, but managed half of a sandwich, if only to ensure that she didn’t faint halfway through the day

Then came the latter half of her work load: boosters. 

Quite a few men and women of the Infantry and the SOLDIER program were due for updated shots that day. At the mere mention of needles and the production of the tray she was to utilize, she nearly took flight, fear as real as the heart in her chest, before she reminded herself, tentatively, that these needles were not for her, but for someone else. A LOT of someone elses. And that she could live with. 

Patting the young infantryman on the back she placed a bandage over the injection site and sent him on his way.

“Next, please.”

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[donotgivemeideas]

[silverxgeneral] ☑ ☒✉ ° Ü

☑  ; their favorite thing about your muse

For all his lack of asking, he's still gentleman-ly about the way he handles her. And the fact that he can deal with her when she's angry is a total plus. His hair is another plus, she enjoys braiding it, when he lets her.

☒  ; something my muse can’t stand about yours

                     PRE. GAMING.

✉ ; a message they never sent to yours - letter/email/text

[text to BFBC] Seph? Please come up. Please? I just want to talk-[text to BFBC] Sephiroth I know you're upset and confused and probably scared but please for the love of god just let me talk to you, or you can talk to me. Please open the door. I want to help you, let me help you. Please. Please. Please.

° ; a gift they never manage to give

After painstakingly searching for them, she managed to find a single set of jade dishes to match the pair of jade chopsticks he has. She ordered them a few days before they went to Nibelheim, they were there in her room when she got back. She almost broke them, but she thought better of it and kept them. Though she doesn't use them.

Ü ; A fond memory they have of your muse

One of her favorite moments with him was the time she asked him if he would like to make dinner one of those nights. The look on his face as well as the lack of blood was pretty fantastic and she had to fight not to laugh at him, retracting the statement and opting for take out that night instead. Though this memory plays second fiddle to the first time he kissed her.

[bearerofhiswill-blog]

[silverxgeneral] ☑ ☒✉ ° Ü

☑  ; their favorite thing about your muse

Everything. There is nothing about Sephiroth that he detests (unless he's in one of his psychotic-type moods)

☒  ; something my muse can’t stand about yours

It used to be that I hated that Mother seemed so keen on you when we did everything she asked us too and it felt as if that was not appreciated. Sorry.

✉ ; a message they never sent to yours - letter/email/text

[text] bro..ther....brother....? brother?

° ; a gift they never manage to give

My undying loyalty.

Ü ; A fond memory they have of your muse

Let's be real, turning into you was pretty fucking fantastic. Terrifying. But fantastic.

[xenomorphicrebirth]

[silverxgeneral] I can't live without you

"You can, my darling. You have come this far without me. Have you no faith in your own abilities?"

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[silverxgeneral] ▼

Send me ▼ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

“Get me some painkillers.” Genesis groaned, laying on the floor of Sephiroth's room, clutching his forehead.

[simplisticallyblue-blog]

[silverxgeneral] ☠

Stone cold. That feeling when everything made you feel sick. Just looking at him...just staring at the blood splattered in his hair made that feel swirl. She felt like she was going to throw up. She moved closer to the body, dropping to he knees. “Get up.” she whispered gently. A hand came to touch his chest feeling the warmth of the blood coating her fingers almost immediately.“G...get up.” she shook him again. But there was no pulse. No sign of life. “Sephiroth...” she felt tears welding in her eyes. “I didn't ask for you. You know.” she snapped at him, feeling the hurt weld in her chest. “I never asked for you. You just showed up and I thought-” she had to hide a sob, lowering her head on his shoulder, the sob coming out louder. There was no one around it didn't matter.

Her head was silent.         He wasn't there.No deep chuckle in the back of her head.         No tall looming feeling.

“Get up...” 

[donotgivemeideas]

[silverxgeneral] Liar.

silverxgeneral

Time certainly flies when you’re having fun.'Don't get close'? Oops. That’s a damn shame

[donotgivemeideas]

[silverxgeneral] I can't live without you

Was she hearing that right...? Glancing at her hands, she realized she had no papers to distract herself with, she pointed her eyes at the floor and saw his boots, she looked forward and met his chest. Fuck. Closing her eyes, she pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes.

"You...I don't...really?"

Keep the shake out of your voice girl, goddamnit. She couldn't...shaking her head she reached out and grabbed ahold of his coat and moved closer, bending her head forward and placing it against his chest.

"I can't live...without you...either."

[donotgivemeideas]

[silverxgeneral] " Mercy Kill "

How the hell did he expect her to do that?Nothing could kill him, or so it was said and she believedit.What did she have at her disposal? Whatcould she do to give him the peace he asked her for?Hands going for the medical cabinet across thelab, eyes flying across the labels on the bottles she only stopped when she found what she was lookingfor.Syringe in one hand, 5 small sealed bottles of morphine in the other. 'I can do this...I can do this...'Better that she try and convince herself now than while in the process of it.She was 4 bottles in when his breathing became a little more erratic, slowing down after a moment ortwo but he was still with her. Filling the syringe from the last bottle, she pushed the needleinto his arm and leaned over to push her lips to his forehead.                                                                        "I love you too."

[xenomorphicrebirth]

[ silverxgeneral ] loving text

[text- from a number that is scrambled, looks something like 747HD84Y#*&43458] Sweetheart, you've not been sleeping well lately. That worries me. Take care of your self, rest, you need your strength my s---[corrupted data]

[donotgivemeideas]

[ spoiled myself and bought DS decals of Sephiroth from Etsy. The other one is on the back of my laptop. ]

[donotgivemeideas]

On Tonight's episode of Muns Play Fibbage

Zack: WHY DON'T YOU SHOW ME WHAT MAKES YOU A FIRST CLASS SOLDIER SEPHIROTH *Careless Whisper whistling*

Selene: Why don't you show BERIAL what makes you First Class SOLDIER, Sephiroth

Berial: *dying whale noises*

[donotgivemeideas]

[ Kinks ] Sephiroth --- Size Difference

NO WAY | MEH | NOT BAD | MMM | YEAH BABY | FUCK YES RIGHT NOW

[donotgivemeideas]

[silverxgeneral] ▼

Send me ▼ and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

Brave face. Brave face.

"I....I think...uhm..."

Breathe, say it. Tell him.

“I think I’m dying.”

[donotgivemeideas]

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