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once he would have disagreed with her. once he would have felled her thinking it his victory. now they both know. now they both see the inexplicable link between them woven together since long before their birth. if one dies then so must the other. something aches within him. something that still should not be, but remains as ever as enduring as the rage that burns hot and painful through his veins. 

“ then we will be eternal. ”  a promise. a beautiful, tragic vow of their endless cycle. their endless love hollowed out and turned monstrous. the promised land forever out of their reach. he wonders if it pains her. he wonders if he cares if it does, for the ache in a blackened heart is nothing as tangible as regret or despair. sephiroth will not stop. he will never die, for he has chosen to forever continue this conquest. this dance.

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@fcragil​                                               AERITH GAINSBOROUGH

“You promised to take me to the onsen, Squall Leonhart!” She had remembered that promise from so long ago now, something he had said just to put a smile back on her sweet face. It gave them both an event to look forward to when things had seemed at their darkest, but he figured it would eventually be forgotten, apparently not. 

Was she really looking forward to it that much? Onsen trips were pretty standard in Wutai, though it must seem like a new and luxury experience to a woman raised in the slums and in laboratories all her life. Once he thinks about it in that way, denying her that simple joy of a hot bath seems impossible. It’ll do us both some good, perhaps. 

Having booked ahead, they have a private bath all to themselves for a few hours, ending in sashimi and desserts on the scenic balcony that overlooks Wutai from high above its mountain location. You can see the ocean in plain sight from up there too, it’s just what they needed. “Be careful when you get in. It’s hotter than the normal bathhouse water. Don’t worry about the green colour either, those are just natural mountain minerals.”  Personally, Squall thought it looked kinda cool that way, but he had seen plenty of tourists say otherwise in their sheer ignorance.

fcragil asked:  ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ / @ fcragil ^^

⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆grave suggestion sentence starters. ❪ slow & selectively accepting! ❫

       TIME isn’t solely bound to CORPOREALITY, cursing mortals with a SENSE of urgency, non-permanence. It also PLAGUED the gods— or AT LEAST, the men attempting TO BE THEM— omniscience and the ABSOLUTION OF FATE a deadly concoction. And, like CYANIDE, Yozora was forced to swallow it all: FORCED to follow the Watchmen’s guidance, FORCED upon a deific throne. FORCED to sacrifice his HUMANITY… to salvage humanity in its ENTIRETY.

       WHAT did this flower peddler possibly KNOW about his circumstance? Indeed, her CONSOLATION could be superficial: a REFERENCE to one mere task of MANY ( to save human existence, he must first SAVE this world— and even FURTHER STILL, he must hunt the WAR HERO marked to destroy it. ) Yozora’s failure in finding Sephiroth— MUCH LESS, putting a sever in his SCHEMES— had undoubtedly frustrated him. To the POINT where the woman perhaps felt it was NECESSARY to alleviate his GRIEVANCES.

       And YET… night sky incarnate could not HELP but wonder whether there was MORE to this stranger than MEETS THE EYE. The ghostly wraiths seemed to DRONE in agreement, whispers CONCORDANT around his partially mechanical vessel. ( Was she the ‘ AERITH ’ he was tasked to PROTECT? ) The king faltered at the NOTION, eyes of ocean and blood straying upon the GIRL’S otherwise unassuming form.

       Between DISTRUST and DUBIETY, Yozora inevitably interrogated the FLORIST before him.  ❛  How can you be so certain?  ❜  A beat.  ❛  Who are you?  ❜  

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@fcragil​​: ❝ This connection we have isn’t going away, it’s only getting stronger  ❞                        ↪    𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 // accepting

tongue clicks in irritation — it’s unlike him to act this way with her when his heart was on the line he’d put his guard up — there was no escape from aerith though... she saw right through him — those eyes of hers could see to his very soul.  growing closer is everything he dreaded — a connection as deep as the one they were building... love, what a wicked thing. . . ‘ and, my dove... what is to happen when these feelings we harbor for one another fade into nothing, it could happen sooner, rather than later, what will we do then?  ‘ a hint of sorrow lingered in his tone.

Result: Antigone

You are antigone, from the theban plays by sophocles. you are bold, unwavering in your morals and your passion, an unstoppable force of nature. but when you go head-to-head with an immovable object, your ideals can lead you to self-destruction. you are stubbornly resilient and fearless to a fault, and aren't afraid to stand alone in the face of death. 

antigone, in your quest for justice, don't forget: you are allowed to step back, to love life a little, to be young once more before soldiering on to the very very end. be selfish in your fierceness, just once.

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[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 || accepting  @fcragil​

She was a feisty one. Maybe he shouldn’t have ever let her out of the cage. Though he did love watching her fight. All he did was strange up close to her, and before he knew it, she pushed him away. She has gotten a lot stronger then what he remembers, and it made him SMILE. Sure enough, the man didn’t move away much, but he stared straight at her. 

the face she was making -- anger. Cute. the stance she was in -- almost like a frightened cat. Ah,  he couldn’t help over how ADORABLE she was -- but, even so, he waved it off like it was nothing. 

“ Now, now, sweets. No reason to get pushy. There was a little something in your hair --- I wasn’t going to harm you at all.”