#hathfire

eXCUSE ME

those you have lost. those whom you mourn. those who you find yourself unable to live without. such people were absent in his own life, but that was not to say that such a thing had always been the case. he had lost people, friends if you were bold enough to admit to such a truth, but he had carried on somehow, someway, despite it all. perhaps he could blame them, angeal and genesis both; he was thrust into a spiral of pain, of uncertainty and revelation, doomed to the truth of it all and the horror that came with it. monsters, the lot of them. from the shinra liars, to the soldiers themselves. 

but he had found a way through. a means to his end. jenova; reaching out to him with her arms of endless promise, of a world he deserved and a safety from those who had done nothing but lie and poke at him. she had been enough in that moment of madness, far more than genesis nor angeal could ever be. she remained. they had left. died. deserted. whatever happened to them, he no longer cared. they were broken pieces of a much larger puzzle, the very picture upon it his desired divinity. 

so the festivities were lost upon him. 

with no-one to mourn, nothing to lament but the dream he was burdened with, he walked apart from where those small lanterns were seized by the wind and soared high above the stars. there was laughter, even from the distance he stood, drifting along the breeze and cluttering the night. there was music, soft and melancholy, and there was happiness, blind and foolish. another lie from the mouths of humanity. sephiroth walked along the cliff side overlooking the beach, gloved hands moving at his side as he paced towards the crimson figure at the cliff’s very tip. from down below, he had spied the visitor, hair illuminated by the sunset itself in the distance. and as he drew closer, he could see perfectly that it was no illusion that he had witnessed. 

he appeared just as he had before, as though stolen from his memory of their final meeting perfectly. no age, no wear, just him. him in all of his poetic grandeur, back to the land and facing instead the endless stretch of blood-stained sky, a mere handful of stars yet visible upon that oily canvas above. how oddly serene it felt. how inappropriately beautiful it might have seemed.

“ i knew it was only a matter of time, only natural, that you would show up here as well. “ their last meeting had left him cold. the events since then? even colder. like ice was his tone; unfeeling, unloving, impersonal. rigid as the glaciers themselves and not even the warmth of the setting sun could melt his exterior. “ hm. you’re looking well, all things considering. “ or did he still rot from the inside out, a spoiled apple doomed to crumble into nought but dust?

It was... odd to see Genesis like this. Healthy, sane, though he could only tell from a distance that he hasn’t started to degenerate yet from his cells. He’s not yet the monster he would become later on, one that would embrace his entire self. He... envies the other. For his flexibility later on because Angeal could not stomach the thought, of being less then human. 

It was coming to a close, the end of the 1st day around the bon fire. And -

AESTHETIC MOODBOARD > GENESIS RHAPSODOS

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Genesis!

You’ll be housed in CONDO 439.

You will retain everything you were given previously.

As you were removed during an activity check you have one week to make three ic posts, else you will be considered inactive once more.

jealousy is a bitch sephiroth get well soon xoxo

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angeal voice: i’M SO SORRY!!!!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Genesis!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 221.

You’ll retain the use of fire up to five times per day, and you’ll be given a wooden sword.