#hisemeraldgaze

@hisemeraldgaze

Seeing the contents of the message that Sephiroth had sent her. Rapier's face turned a bright red as she quickly flipped her phone over so the screen was facing her bed. Taking a deep breath and relax, she quickly sent a response to Sephiroth.

[To],{Sephiroth}: Was that meant for me?

Random Asks | Always Open

Anonymous ( @hisemeraldgaze​ ) asked: (Your choice in muse)  --  “It’s good to see you.”

This wasn’t a dream. Squall was....fairly sure. No, no...he was absolutely sure. After all this time, at the age of twenty-two, he had come to know his mind well enough, and the wild places it would drift or it had been taken, to know what was reality and what wasn’t.

And this....

This, as he stared down the silver-haired, emerald eyed figure of his preteen dreams, was so impossibly reality. He remembered, a few weeks after the defeat of Ultemicia, memories flooding back of dreams of seeing a silver haired boy, or person with fine features, and green eyes, and interacting with him, and he had wondered if he had been having visions of the sorceress herself.

But here he stood, standing a few steps away from the silver haired male, with green eyes and fine, intense features, hair flowing about around leather and the pauldrons. He stared at him with a knowing gaze, a familiarity despite this being the first time the two of them had ever faced one another, in real life...so close they could reach out and touch.

Squall was on edge, but more than that, perhaps dangerously, he was curious. This figure had been a strange figure of his late childhood and early teens. He had been a curiosity, a fascination. He’d almost, dare he say it, been a friend, in Squall’s loneliest hours. It had only ever been dreams, but even so, it was a comfort to see him every now and again in his dreams. It was a comfort to speak with him, even if what either of them shared never seemed to make much sense to the other.

But here they were. Here the man stood, before Squall, speaking with such familiarity. And there was a stark, powerful tug of nostalgia in his chest as he took a breath and sighed, the words falling right out of his mouth as if it made the most absolute sense.

(Hisemeraldgaze)

@hisemeraldgaze

She had been out today, away from the Compound. A day of meetings, of the same things she had heard over the last five years. Nothing had changed. It was to say the least discouraging and tiring. Natasha had never felt so tired, so useless and helpless. The list of negatives went on and on. Though it’s not entirely true nothing had changed, one thing had.

Before she realized what she was doing, after shedding high heeled shoes was pad in stocking feet towards his room. The door open a crack, it felt like a trap, as though he knew she’d be by, be tempted. She made no effort to try and be sneaky about it, there was hardly any point, instead she pushed the door open and leaned there against its frame waiting for him to say something.

You belong to me.

Those words sent a chill up and down her spine. Her jaw clenched as she stared into his eyes with pure hatred.

They were going to the church today! The pup was yipping with excitement at the very thought of seeing Auntie and Uncle after what happened with the bad men a few months earlier. Yeah, mama and pawpa said that they went back to the lifestream, but Ulfendhar were more sensitive to spirits and souls in general than most of the human population, even by a tiny amount. Auntie and Uncle were still watching over their tiny pack, even if Altair was the only one who could sense their presence in the pack sanctuary.

 It was just him and pawpa too! School recently started up for any kids who wanted to attend, so Marlene and Denzel were there on weekdays. He was too young for school, but mama and pawpa were talking about something called preschool for him, so he hoped that would be fun!

When they arrived at the church, Cloud got off Fenrir, shifting into his beast and pressing his snout against the pup’s back. In an instant, the boy shifted into his beast, and Cloud gently gripped his scruff in his maw to carry him into the church.

Once the threshold was crossed, Altair squirmed and whimpered, prompting dad to set him down. The pup zoomed around excitedly as Cloud walked up to the flower bed in front of Auntie’s healing water, laying down with an apologetic huff to the flowers he was smushing. 

It took a few minutes for Altair to get bored running around, and the pup quickly returned to Cloud’s side as he sunned himself in the flowerbed.

The larger wolf rolled onto his side to let his youngest pup climb all over him, taking notice of a small unfamiliar presence nearby. It wasn’t a threat from what he could sense, despite the familiar presence of Jenova cells in the other’s body. He was more than content to let whatever it was go about it’s merry way.

It was still an hour before the departure to Nibelheim. At least, after makin’ flower wagon to Aerith, he could make it back to headquarter on time before Sephiroth seek him. Thanks to Kunsel anyway, his buddy said to tell the silver general where Zack is going. And absolutely, thanks to Sephiroth itself... ‘cause this isn’t the first time he was permitted to go seeing his girl. First, in Junon, he worried about Aerith’s safety since Genesis Copy attack Midgar. He reluctantly asked but Sephiroth could read it from his face that he didn’t even need to say anymore. And second, because it seems the mission to investigate Nibel Reactor would take weeks, once again he was allowed to spend more times with her, 

// @hisemeraldgaze​ Asked: "Your eyes. Just like looking in a mirror." //

          “There was a time I would have wished for you to say that to me. It’s too bad... that was a long time ago now...” He shook his head.