#hisadvent

A discontented breath of air escaped through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching under the weight of ever growing irritation from Sephiroth’s words. How quickly he was to dismiss the Goddess and what she stood for. He could hardly be surprised, His best friend was a man of practicality in which left little room for creativity or curiosity. 

Still, even so, how could he dismiss likely hood of his goddess being real? He had seen her so lucidly in his dreams, it was prophetic. 

❛    It is because I have faith that she exists. The tale--loveless is more than just honeyed words printed onto coffee stained paper. It is gospel.   ❜                                                                        

Genesis then snapped his copy of Loveless shut, his sky colored gaze shifted to survey Sephiroth for a moment, as if silently debating with himself to continue the line of conversation. 

❛   Can you not see the prosperity of their words, Sephiroth, or have you always been this closed minded? ❜

LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA 

𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 .     muted creation in a liminal space .     𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 .     massacre on uneven grounds ,   cherry - blossom punishments keen on softening skin .     ❪⠀𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦⠀❫     they wouldn't be them if they didn't wear scars with pride .     tattered lungs     :     the forgotten dragon hidden away near ruin'd remains .     ❛  i didn't take you as the type to skulk .     should i put you down now ,   dog ,   before you find whatever it is you seek ?   ❜     despite it ,   they make no effort to move .

         >> 🔥 <<     ❝             . . .             ❞ 

the    BUZZING    he felt from the other   ;   a sensation of    power    within was something else completely.   those with it always didn’t really use it for   GREATNESS    and he wrinkles his nose,  cocking his head to the side as he gave glance to the    FIRE BURNING   around them both.   devil sword that    HELD HIS NAME   twirled in hand via hilt for a short moment before he laughs   some.

❝              'spose it wasn’t you who caused this   ;   th’  FIRE DEPARTMENT’S   got a lotta work cut out for ‘em,   it seems.          ❞

❛      WHAT’S THE BIG FUCKIN` HURRY    ?       thought maybe you an` me could have a chat for a while.     ❜ 

the good place.    /    @hisadvent

          “well, y’don’t have to be an ass about it,” zack grumbles, albeit cheerily enough. he’s perched precariously atop an outcropping of rock, injured leg held slightly aloft, demeanor that of a man with very few cares in the world --- in spite of the allegedly overzealous path of destruction he and sephiroth carved between them, evidenced by monster parts strewn across the beach. he downs the elixir, accustomed to the tingle of it on his tongue. ( aw, a present? he’d grinned when sephiroth thrust it his way. --- ah, but that’s not a present. apparently. this right here is a man who needs to stop denying their budding friendship and be bros already. ) 

the wounds, already in the process of being shooed from his body by the burn of mako energy, begin to knit back together. possibly no salvaging the bloodied clothes, though.