Lionheart

Cid was always in the middle of something when someone came by. Drafting, smoking (yes, it counted), sleeping (that also counted, considering he practically lived in his office), or discussing one thing or another about the project. Today’s visitor happened to walk in when he was dozing off at the drafting table, lit cigarette limp between his lips.

“Sorry I woke you up; just wanted to talk to you.” In most cases, Angeal would’ve offered to come back at a better time, but well. He’d already woken the man up, and there wasn’t much more annoying to be woken up, only to have the offender try and leave.

For a moment he didn’t hear him, he sighed to himself, leaning back from his meal. When he noticed the male next to him, he looked up at him. “Oh sorry…yes everything is fine..thank you.” He didn’t finish it all, but it was because he didn’t eat much, not because he didn’t like the meal.

“Good to hear. Let me know if you need a box or anything, alright?”

Finishing his rep, the SOLDIER sat up, and turned to face Masamune. During his few minutes of rest was the perfect time to speak. “He could be; I’m not fully sure. All I know is that he wanted some fresh air, and I didn’t question it too much.”

I don’t believe in God as a kind father in the sky. I don’t believe that the meek will inherit the earth: The meek get ignored and trampled. They decompose in the bloody soil of war, of business, of art, and they rot into the warm ground under the spring rains. It is the bold, the loud-mouthed, the cruel, the vital, the revolutionaries, the mighty in arms and will, who march over the soft patient flesh that lies beneath their cleated boots.

Mun VS. Muse

It’s been a long day, and Cloud has not been able to eat. Luckily he found a place that seemed like it would satisfy his needs. Stepping in, he found an empty spot for himself to sit. After making his order, he let his hands rest on his forehead. Cloud usually overworked himself to much, so he always felt stressed by the end of the day.

Though he got most of the cleaning done relatively quickly, the wait and kitchen staff had all mostly gone home by the time he’d finished. Which was fine by him; they likely had other things they needed to get done tonight. But for Angeal, this was it; after this, he more than likely was just going to go to bed.

“That’s what happens when you sneak up on a guy like that and scare the jeebies outta him, Angeal,” Zack offered, brushing off the brief distraction from his squats to continue doing his exercises while he spoke with Angeal. Some might have found that a little odd… But Zack often did squats mid-conversation. Usually it was only with other SOLDIERs, of course, so Angeal was no exception. 

“I wouldn’t be familiar with the paradigm; my license to scare expired a year ago.”

Swallowing hard, it was impossible to tell what was going on in his mind by his expression alone.  Then again, Sephiroth himself wasn’t exactly certain what he was thinking, feeling a little stunned.  Eyes momentarily narrowed out of concentration rather than emotion, he inspected the man, trying to figure out if it was a trick.  Not that he had any reason to believe it would be.

The way that Sephiroth spoke led Angeal to believe that it isn’t so much caution that Sephiroth was expressing -as the onyx haired man originally believed- so much as it was... Uncertainty? Something had occurred to his friend in Angeal’s absence, that much was for certain, but what exactly was less than apparent.

a little psa;;

I don’t pay attention to the world ending. It has ended for me many times and began again in the morning.

get up get up  get up - dust is blowing in your face. you’re lying, facing upwards, on the cold ground. you laugh. your heart hurts, and you realize this might have been all for nothing. you realize you might have lost the fight before it even started. your bones splinter (and isn’t that ironic? in these dying moments, you feel alive) you pray to ares. your breath is threatening to leave your lungs, but you need to know. you need to know this wasn’t all for nothing (but this is war, what did you expect?) can you hear them? warriors just like you, their soulless cries echoing through eternity - what are you still doing here? why don’t you follow them? (maybe you are different after all, you and them) get up. the war is not over and you are not done (your heart still hasn’t broken your ribs after all)

You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and God damn it, you refuse to let it get to you. You fight. You cry. You curse. Then you go about the business of living. That’s how I’ve done it. There’s no other way.