#comedicdeath

...worry? the groggy film of sleep is blinked away, revealing a gladdened zagreus kneeling by his bedside. when he'd been teetering on the edge of conscious and unconscious, he could have sworn the words were distinctly female. a familiar voice that reminded him of his mother. wait... bedside? when cloud gathers his wits about him he attempts to sit up, disoriented. the sudden rise has him hissing out his discomfort at the flare of pain nestled beneath his ribcage. a glance down reveals fresh bandages wrapped tight just below his breastbone, bruises littering his torso like paint splattered on a canvas.

“   what happened out there?   ”    

     SHE would have whistled or greeted in a sing-song tone to get Dante’s attention from across the room, but perhaps a silent entrance was more than enough to make her presence known. After a small gig (and a brawl) in a bar happened in one night, Cade figured to visit her best friend and fellow hunter to sit back and relax... maybe have some pizza while at it. So, the guitarist made herself at home and decided to sit on Dante’s desk, her one leg up as she took a slice of pizza and bit on the crust first.

he  can’t  escape  him.

sephiroth.  was  he  even  real?  not  this  time,  no…  just  a  hallucination.  one  that  kept  coming  back  to  terrorize  him  as  he  had  in  life.

one  shrouded  in  smoke  and  always  engulfed  in  flames  upon  his  departure.  cloud  catches  him  in  his  periphery  like  traces  of  a  ghost,  the  tail-end  of  his  cloak  vanishing  behind  a  sharp  corner.  he  can  never  catch  up  to  him  and  when  he  does,  he  yearns  for  nothing  more  than  to  be  rid  of  him.  the  feeling  that  overwhelms  him  is  one  of  hatred  and  disgust,  of  fear.  his  undying  nemesis,  even  in  his  dreams.  and  yet  through  that  fear  and  hatred,  he  feels  a  tinge  of  remorse.  an  incomprehensible  sadness  and  disappointment.  why?

his  head━  cloud  doubles  over,  fingers  grasping  for  leverage  of  some  kind  and  his  vision  fills  with  static.  an  arm  wraps  around  his  stomach  at  a  phantom  pain,  as  if  he’d  been  impaled  by  his  masamune  again.  the  ghostly  figure  of  sephiroth  grows  nearer  and  as  he  does,  cloud  begins  to  doubt.  is  this  a  hallucination?

the  man’s  words  cut  through  him  as,  slowly,  he  peers  up  at  him.  i  don’t  need  you  anymore.  did  anyone?  his  knees  buckle  and  he  takes  a  tentative  step  back.  

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.

@comedicdeath​ asked: try again . - sephiroth

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ - pixie @ tenji, naoki just letting it all happen lmao

   “Eh? But there’s... nothing wrong with my hair?” Tenji blinked and turned his head to where the other was. If there was one thing he knew (at least, as far as he remembers), it would be the fact that he never touched anything that could have made his fluffy hair become a wild mess after he woke up from his nap. Could have this been the work of the petite figure? And why did Pixie wanted to fix it so badly? Did they need to prepare for something?