#breselin

   she parts her lips to speak , but finds no words leaving yet . target dead on the floor   ;   his heartbeat long since finished once she had approached and all akibimi could spot was a man standing over him . much taller than her in size , but an empty look in her gaze as she steadily approached .   (   the reaper isn’t stupid enough to think they were working alongside another simply because he killed someone on the same list .   )   in fact , this could lead to trouble for the organization , as it was not known if he would take the money that came with the kill or cause other situations .

   akibimi would simply need to analyze the moment and the man , keep a decent distance out of respect for both of them but good enough where she could be heard . blue eyes remained on the corpse , noticing his high risk factor for a possible opponent before empty gaze turned to the one that had brought him down .   (   not an ounce of aggravation or a need to strike . simply watching before finding herself bowing slowly .   )   it is the least she can do at the current moment as the kill had been over before it was needed to begin .

   ‘ i hope he was not bothersome . this one was meant to be eliminated by myself . ’ she speaks , only to straighten her back and look back up to him . ‘ i am akibimi , the honor to meet you is mine . thank you for getting rid of   ...   him . may i repay you ? ’

@breselin​:  ❝ Hm~ ❞ ( do  u  rly  wanna  deal  with  him )

‘𝐓𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞.  Naught  to  do  with  the  unnatural  gleam  too  otherworldly  to  mark  him  as  the  same  as  any  mortal  man,  but  the  ravenous  hunger  that  could  be  espied.  Eyes  of  a  predator.  Of  a  beast  always  on  the  hunt.  In  but  a  glance  does  he  have  him  marked  and  knows  without  crossing  blades  that  this  is  a  man  (  if  truly  he  could  be  called  as  such  )  far  outmatched  him  in  martial  prowess.  A  rarity  to  be  sure,  but  he  needs  only  to  think  of  the  Garlean  Prince  and  of  the  Warrior  of  Light  and  knows  such  vaunted  beings  exists  upon  this  star.  

Yet  the  song  is  odd.  The  soft  and  distant  hum  that  all  souls  carry  within  their  being  that  others  might  name  as  aether  is  different  about  this  one.  The  many  sordid  gifts  of  Nidhogg  that  would  have  him  stand  apart  from  the  rest  much  to  his  chagrin.  Though  the  advantages  it  affords  him  now  is  to  know  the  natural  chords  of  life.  And  in  this  creature  does  he  hear  a  discordant  note,  sour  and  grating  against  the  soft  harmony  he  has  come  to  know,  something  of  the  sound  too  abnormal  that  would  have  his  pointed  ears  twitch  in  distaste.  If  not  the  danger  of  being  so  near  the  presence  of  a  wild  beast  then  that  sound  alone  would  give  cause  to  be  away.

He  has  the  sense  to  flee  yet  something  beats  and  thrashes  within  his  chest,  wild  enough  with  the  longing  to  know  what  it  would  be  to  fight  a  true  predator.  To  maim.  To  hunt.  The  pleasure  of  which  he’s  not  experienced  in  too  long  since  he’d  set  aside  that  part  of  his  life  even  as  the  claws  of  another  beast  slithered  its  way  in  between  his  veins.  He  grins  and  bares  his  teeth,  making  no  move  for  his  lance.

                                     "If I were to allow you to ask  any question,                                       about anything you want to know from me,                                       but only one: what would it be ?"

❝  One thing  ❞,  disbelief swings along that dry repetition,  ere Thranduil huffs mildly amused.    ❝  How generous.  ❞    Broad shoulders roll back simultaneously with him leaning back in his chair.    And jeweled fingers loosely interlace in his lap; one leg hooked over its counterpart.    Unblinking lids narrow around the unnerving bright blues scanning Sephiroth thoroughly, as if searching for a flaw.    But he merely contemplates.    ❝  What wishes and goals and woes is your soul made of ?  ❞    Challenge tugs at his brows, silvery head canting to one side.

Merely to ask who he truly is would be easily circumvented with untelling vagueness.    Surely Sephiroth liked to remain a cryptid who walks on distant nebulae and weaponizes dead stars — or not ?    A god, as beautiful as he can be cruel, yet never once dishonest.

❝  Your past may still remain a secret. Such is a right we all ought to claim  ❞,   the elf clarifies with most sober tone to address a simple fact.    Does he believe that the General will grant him a detailed response as demanded, show more of himself and what lives underneath this polished shell ?    Hope, a realistic and thus small dose, describes the mantle to his expectation better.    ❝  I want to know what it is made of now, your soul, today. Who you are underneath it all. Today.  ❞

under the cut is a general, gentle, jumbled up rant that I promised I’d make last night.The topic is dupes and treating each one as an individual... And me being annoyed on behalf of people I like. It’s not especially negative and not a call out. I just wanted to speak up, said I would, and so I am.

     Read it if you like, id love to hear what you think. OR ignore it if you like! I don’t blame you~

Oh, this imprisonment she holds is ever unfair. A carrier, she? ‘Tis foolish-- if there’d been a disease held from the Shin-Ra, she would have brought it home before, not now in sudden epidemic months after her return. Yet the people have fled, fearing all, since the War. Of course they have, under the leadership of her father, the biggest fool of all, who hesitated to heap vengeance upon those who wronged Wutai and left the duty to his daughter in stead.

No one hears her out, ‘cept XIII, who can do little for her in ways of swaying the people. He says he can retrieve the key, but she is unsure, hesitant, unbelieving. She casts faith in little more than Da Chao these days; but the appearance of another sort of god, as they say, making His rounds in Wutai once more leaves her questioning, curious of the flames He brings would release her into another venture.

Or has he come to mock Wutai’s descent once again? Time would tell, wouldn’t it?

She looks blankly into his eyes, and swears that despite the death she expected to see, there is depth. She is intrigued, encapture in a way she can’t describe. Is this what Cloud felt, when he described Reunion? Or is his charisma one that even she cannot deny?

❝ ...Why are you here? ❞  A bland statement, but a start.

not solely from another game, but another iteration of him SO HM

breselin  said:  “That’s a lie.” [ hey 8> do with this what you like o/ ]

3 LITTLE WORDS || accepting  @breselin​

              that caught him OFFGRUAD. reeve moved to fix it tie for a moment, slowly looking away from the other, he couldn’t help but let out a small sigh from his lips. he was ONLY ALLOWED To tell him what was on the paper.  Then again, he wasn’t the one who went out on the field.  Slowly the man couldn’t help but let a breath from his lips as he turns his attention back at the other.