#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth]

[ghostofnibelheim]

"I apologize for the interruption. I'm Sephiroth, one of Hojo's SOLDIERs." He introduces himself with a mechanical bow of his head. "I am in detention for breaking the rules. I was ordered to assist you in any way necessary for the next four hours."

#02b || εγλ 1991/1999 [canon verse: soldier / before crisis core] #01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth] #05a || shinra hq 49f [open starter]

[ghostofnibelheim]

@azure-steel || Continued from here!

"Way ahead of you..." the words left him in little more than a breath while he attempts to make sense of whatever it was he was feeling right in that moment; that strong thump in his chest, a crippling sense of impending doom.

He'd felt it before, it was undoubtedly familiar, the same when he was listening to the cries of the dying back home, while he watched his birthplace burn. It was the same as when those pale jade eyes locked with his own, back then, and here in this vast expanse of nothing.

But it was none of those things triggering this flight or fight response, but something else, something bigger than the both of them combined. Bright mako stained eyes continued to comb the surrounding area, flickering only momentarily to the Buster still propped against an outcropping of stone, so sickeningly out of immediate reach. Not that Cloud had the skill to wield the thing as his own weapon.

But then he saw it, in the near distance; the glow of yellow eyes glowering over the waters of the ever encroaching tide invading the grotto, the reflection of which glittered in the murky ocean, and that sense of impending doom intensified. The breath stilled in the very bowels of his throat, eyes wide at the sight of whatever those eyes belonged to, staring at the pair of them, sizing them up, before the tell-tale plink of the water as the creature submerged.

They had encroached on another's territory and now they were the prey right here in this cave.

"Attention at Two O'clock... It's big." A harsh whisper as he dares to take a single step back, the silence of this place deafening, the glow of the surrounding corals so very suddenly blinding to the eyes and that sensation of dread forcing the bile into his throat.

So, he'd noticed. Even with his SOLDIER days behind, Sephiroth couldn't hold back a satisfied grin beneath impassive eyes.

"Very good. You are sharp." He praised him, rising his sword to eye level then, in a two-handed stance at the shoulder.

"But not ahead of me."

Slit pupils dilated slightly as the shadow of the creature beneath the surface came into view. The silver-haired one moved forward, two long strided steps, and swung. The sword danced at an angle, in an upwards sweeping motion like the stroke of a painter on his canvas. The blade itself would make no contact with the rocks he'd aimed at. And still, the shock wave hit the cave ceiling with violence, shaking the whole bowels of rock around them. Large boulders broke off, severed by neat moon-shaped cuts and plunged into the waters below, in a deafening crash of dust and water.

Sealing their way out; the one they knew of, anyway. But it would buy them some time.

#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth] #12a || you belong to me. [cloud strife] #04 || four seasons [divergent megaverse] #04t3 || Fall of Angels [Thread] #azuresteel #azure-steel

[ghostofnibelheim]

@soldier-lodbrok || Continued from here~

"I'm not jealous. Or hairless." A lie could be better hidden if accompanied by at least a factually correct statement; would that Sephiroth's eyes did a better job at playing along, instead of pointing right down at some rock on the ground that suddenly seemed so very interesting to stare at.

"But I never heard of a ritual. What's magic got to do with basic human biology?" He countered that low blow with his own flare of scientific pragmatism. Clearly, a mannerism borrowed by someone whose influence Sephiroth would die denying if necessary. "If you meant to say there's a 'test' involved, on the other hand, bring it on. I can take on anything."

#02b || εγλ 1991/1999 [canon verse: soldier / before crisis core] #soldierlodbrok #soldier-lodbrok #01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]

[ghostofnibelheim]

"Destroy the bridge." The General speaks after a contemplative pause over the map. "That will cut off their troops' passage over the canyon, and allow the military to fully entrench their camps on the river banks. The enemy will be forced to wait on the good weather before the only available road can be used, or risk becoming vulnerable against our ambush."

#05a || shinra hq 49f [open starter] #02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core] #01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]

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@azure-steel || Continued from here!

"That's not-" He almost fell for it. Almost. Genesis saw through Sephiroth's taunt and reined himself in, sitting straight and scoffing. "Hard pass on that. It's not my size, and unlike other people in this room, I wouldn't put on a show so on the nose."

And still, the man decided to exit stage left, taking a deep chug of his mug to empty it of what remained, eyes burning straight into Cloud's as he did, almost as though to intimidate with his swallowing talents. He rested it crudely on the table before stalking off towards the stairs.

Sephiroth seemed to register the event only tangentially, directing his attention on Angeal just long enough to warn him. "We'll be claiming the main bathroom for a while. I don't want to be disturbed."

"… Knock yourself out." The man said with a touch of irony, but no smirk. He did however take the time to look at Cloud, appraising him. Perhaps wondering if he had what it takes for… whatever it was that was about to happen.

As Sephiroth uncoiled away only to lead the other by the wrist towards a different door at the end of the hall.

#12a || you belong to me. [cloud strife] #azuresteel #azure-steel #01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth] #03H || Power Play [AU] #03Ht1 || Toxic Bloom of the Deadly Nightshade [Thread]

[ghostofnibelheim]

Sephiroth has a hairy bum

"If you must spread gossip at least be accurate. That is a genetic trait I have inherited on my father's side."

"... Though I'd rather not think about how Dr. Hojo was able to assess that so confidently."

If he could choose, he'd rather it be from his mother's genes.

#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered] #Anonymous #01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth] #03d || *groans in monotone* [crack]

[ghostofnibelheim]

What if you were Genesis Rhapsodos and someone leaned in to whisper in your ear:

"Jessie Rasberry has been spotted in Sector 7."

#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth] #03d || *groans in monotone* [crack] #//yes yes I know #Genesis was likely already a defector and hunting down Zack by the time Jessie was casted in LOVELESS #but it's still funny to me to picture him as a Jessie fanboy\\

[ghostofnibelheim]

"Come sit in my lap, pet."

Soft Dominance || Always Accepting~

"... Your lap?"

He raises his head from where he's standing, arms crossed and an ominous presence before their window on that rainy, cold winter day in Midgar. Normally he's used to Genesis' provocations, but the way his "friend" has been pushing his buttons of late has reached a new level.

And Sephiroth is quick to express just how hot a fire the other is trying to play with.

"Are you talking about that small thing between your legs?" He asks, abandoning his position to stalk closer, gazing down on the crimson fencer in his seat. "If I tried, I worry I might crush it."

#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered] #poeticphoenix #[& genesis rhapsodos] #01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth] #02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]

[ghostofnibelheim]

💎

"There's only one person in this place this could belong to." Sephiroth had picked this out from a towel that had been misplaced amongst the ones to be delivered to the Firsts' personal apartment.

He held it up between two fingers, like a miner examining a new stone. The thing looked thin, red, and particularly sharp.

"Director Scarlet's fake fingernails. There's actually an impressive and frightening amount of collectors of her personal paraphernalia on the underground market's network." The warrior mused. He cast a sideglance on his friend. "I think I've seen one going for 20,000G."

#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered] #poeticphoenix #02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core] #01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth]

[ghostofnibelheim]

it's too soon

This is Goodbye || Always Accepting~

"Huh..." Just as he thought death felt strangely ticklish on the skin, Sephiroth had opened his eyes once more to finally register the touch of thin, dark feathers brushing against his face. It was all he could feel besides the throbbing agony of the gaping wound running through his stomach and back.

Angeal's sword had been handled crudely; the strike was not accurate. But what had lacked in skill was compensated by the sheer magnitude of the weapon: he was bleeding out, and quickly. It explained why his face and limbs felt cold already. His legs wouldn't move. His spine had been probably severed by the fall from the top of the reactor down to the platform below where he and Zack had shared their final moments.

And now, as life itself slipped away, and the clouds of his hatred parted to give him a final moment of clarity, there was but one lone spectator left on the seat of honor.

"... Genesis..." Sephiroth murmured, surprised to be even able to speak. What bitter bad luck that his lungs were still strong and free of obstruction, somehow. Like they'd been spared so he could say his friend goodbye. Hopefully the red-head (not so red anymore, to be fair...) did not expect some elaborate monologue from him.

He had none to give. He'd been angry the last time they had spoken. And that anger had consumed him like a wildfire. What remained was a spent husk of himself.

"... Was this scene... anywhere in that epic poem of yours...?" He chuckled, hearing his own words in a way he could not recognize. Muffled, gurgling. Was his voice leaving him, or his hearing? Probably both. His surroundings were already fading to darkness around the edges.

But he still saw the green glow of mako dancing against the steel walls. Beneath him and Genesis, the Lifestream bled and screamed its neverending cacophony.

"It took me... much longer than you, but this is my turn ... to be free, now. I'm done letting others decide who I'm meant to be... and where." And already, he was so tired of speaking. Sephiroth's eyes blinked shut, and opening them again felt like the hardest thing he's ever done. He couldn't even tell if his face was capable of giving Genesis that bittersweet smile he'd like.

With his last bit of strength, he let his head turn to the side, limp as he looked towards the edge of the platform, and that green hue burning below.

"This is my plea... Hero of Dawn." He heard himself whisper. "Deliver me... to her."

Before his mind would be drifted too far to not perceive his Mother's embrace.

#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered] #poeticphoenix #01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth] #[& genesis rhapsodos] #02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core] #cw: death #cw: blood mention

[ghostofnibelheim]

@umbral-stigmata-unbound || Continued from here~

The question seemed so simple, even a playful tease of sorts. But Sephiroth found that it gave him pause, instead of being humored. He didn't turn to look back right away.

"Is that what you're hoping for? To be assigned to someone who won't care?" He asks. No provocation in his voice; the tone is dry as ever, but there might be curiosity. "You think that would be better for you?"

#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth] #umbral stigmata unbound #umbralstigmataunbound #12G || Can you also bleed faster? [Reno] #02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core]

[ghostofnibelheim]

"What is the pay for scratching post mercenary service these days?"

#03d || *groans in monotone* [crack] #01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth] #[dash commentary]

[ghostofnibelheim]

"Pray tell, my dearest Sephiroth, did you just come out of the oven? Because you're looking mighty hot today~"

The pause in the First's usual confident step; the way he turns, slowly, and already his brows begin to furrow. That narrowing of his eyes as the words he's just heard sink in like burning metal in a slab of cold ice.

It's a look Roche has seen so many times now, and that is his privilege alone. No one else confuses Sephiroth, SOLDIER First Class and war hero quite in the same way as his own cohort.

His mouth opens, he's about to say something. But something stops him; his instincts are screaming that this is another of Roche's elaborate verbal conundrums in which he's bound to lose. He's been here before. It never bodes well. In a best-case scenario, Sephiroth is doomed to walk out of this and spend a couple sleepless nights mulling over whatever discussion they're about to have, absolutely to no avail. Like the tormented soul of a specter cursed by pure nonsense.

But there's something else screaming alongside his instinct. The childish curiosity that years of experiments and war could not erase. It urges him to speak up. The need to know is too strong.

"... Why would I spend any time inside an oven?" He blurts out, shooting a brief, regretful sideglance at some invisible enemy. There's no way to look inside oneself, after all. Better point those green glaciers back on Roche again. "And while it's on, to boot? There better be a good reason to compensate that kind of risk."

Hold on a minute. He knows what this is. And as realization flashes through his eyes, Sephiroth speaks once more without waiting for an answer.

"... Am I getting 'roasted' right now? Is that what you're doing?"

#scorching passion #scorchingpassion #01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth] #02c || εγλ 0000/0002 [canon verse: crisis core] #06b || there's your answer. [asked & answered]

[ghostofnibelheim]

@umbral-stigmata-unbound || Continued from here

"The Gods of this Planet would never curse what came from it." Sephiroth's voice carried his eerie and calm tone before he even came into view back inside, where Kadaj was crouched.

Coming to a stop, the man tipped his head slightly. "Only outsiders like you and I. Does that make you angry, Kadaj?"

#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth] #12I || Mirror of my heart. [Kadaj] #03G || What Became [AU] #umbral stigmata unbound #umbralstigmataunbound

[ghostofnibelheim]

azure-steel​:

If that new firm grasp around his manhood wasn’t enough to drain the air right out of his lungs, then that ferocious kiss applied to his mouth certainly was. The invasion of the other man’s tongue elicits a rough groan from the very depths of Cloud’s chest, while he writhes and bucks beneath the immense gravity of Sephiroth’s touch.

Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine the sensation of his hard cock slipping between such an immense grip to feel so damn delicious, even his own hand couldn’t deliver this level of white-hot unadulterated pleasure. A pleasure he displayed with the quake of each thigh, the ever tightening grip twisted into impossibly soft silver hair, that boiling need for more with every drive of his most intimate area into the warm palm of this man he so desperately wants as his lover.

He’s lowered back to the bed, his head lilting back to expose the sensitive flesh of his neck when the silver general pressed his thumb into his throat. Oh how he wished the guy would just wrap his hands around him then, to physically choke the air right out of his chest. The thought in of itself was enough to make the blond moan and curse as he wriggles beneath Sephiroth’s weight, pressing his hot desperate body further into silken sheets.

Cloud would wake up soon… he was almost sure of it, even as he felt the hot breath of that confession against his cheek, even as he felt his hand leave that most sensitive spot to wrap around his wrist, guiding him to the buckle of his belt - even as this man displayed his own rock solid desire with the sensual grind of his pelvis.

But Strife was dazed, so suddenly addicted to the feel and taste of this man, the sense of his touch akin to the ice cold fire of a powerful narcotic surging through his veins, that he was fumbling clumsily with the buckle. That was until he finally gave up trying and settled for cupping his hand around the tight bulge of leather between the SOLDIER’s legs, squeezing not too firmly to relish in the shape of this man, a shudder tremoring through the entire length of his spine as he does so. What had caused ShinRa’s poster boy; one of the most desirable men in Midgar decide to take a mere infantryman into his bed? Cloud dared not even question it, purely for the fear that it wasn’t even real.

He didn’t want it to end. He wanted this to last forever.

“Who’d have guessed you were such a filthy tease?” Cloud whispers as he shifts his head to ghost his lips over the others, the smile tugging at his mouth plainly obvious on the winds of his voice. “I wonder how many other’s you’ve fucked with nothing but the look in your eye~”   Was there a hint of possessive jealousy in that final statement? Perhaps, because no one could make a man feel this good without a little experience, and that was something Cloud simply didn’t have.

“How many others did you make wish they could fuck you with just one look of yours?” The comeback came steady, swift as a fencing strike, through a calm and smile in reaction to that greedy contact. The spike of pleasure and tease of his nerves betrayed by just the lightest squeeze at the outer corner of his eyes.

Yet, Sephiroth found himself just a little disappointed by that, and like a strict teacher, he slowly exhaled through his nose, rising just a bit away from the blond’s face.

“Probably more than you’ve actually allowed, if I were to guess.”

He replied his own rhetorical question, while the grip that had been on the infantryman’s wrist tightened. Undoing a buckle was hardly the challenging task, and yet Cloud had been unable to follow along his implicit command. This boy truly had to be at his limit, to be this clumsy and out of control, so early.

Jades became gelid for just a couple ponderous seconds, before that hold hardened with vice and all but yanked the smaller man sideways, promptly flipping him onto his stomach. The SOLDIER hummed to himself, taking in the satisfaction of that view, of this man’s back exposed through the rippled folds of his uniform, before leaning down on him once more.

With his right hand still wrapped around the other’s, pinning it down into the black silk of cold bedsheets, he allowed his left to make its way into the hard edge of the infantryman’s belt, fingers hooking around it and guiding the garments downwards, sliding over softer skin that felt so warm and tense against his knuckles. Muscles contracting with anticipation and nerves.

“If I have to do it all by myself,” Sephiroth spoke languid but cool in the alluring curve of the other man’s ear, while the sound of metal buckles clicking free of their loops laced each word. “… then I won’t be putting on a show for you to watch.”

For this SOLDIER was just as impatient as his partner, behind the apparence of his cold exterior. Free of restraint, lust-driven hips thrusted their way down and forward, his flesh carving its way within the quivering body that lied beneath him. The hot pain of resistance clashed against his greed, and provoked it further to unabashed assault. Pearl white teeth ground against each other before parting to sink into Cloud’s neck, a bite meant to punish and distract at the same time, splitting the agonizing ache that initial push had delivered.

Slow, hot and sensual, but still so mercilessly hard.

#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth] #12A || You belong to me. [Cloud Strife] #03F || Everything burns. [NSFW] #03H || Power Play [AU] #03Ht1 || Toxic Bloom of the Deadly Nightshade [Thread] #azuresteel #azure-steel

[ghostofnibelheim]

"I see what you're doing."

Now it all makes sense.

#01b || this goes on your permanent record. [ic: sephiroth] #03d || *groans in monotone* [crack] #[dash commentary]