#illecebrcus

“Hmph.” How like Him that soft sound was, as was the haughty jerk of the head, but that was all it was: sound and motion, nothing concrete and with no knowledge that it was a mirrored act. He had never met Him, after all.

But the boy...

He had no idea why the boy was so special. Wasn’t he like all the others? Motherless little things no one wanted?

Why did Cloud want him so badly?

It lit a glimmer of curiosity in an otherwise-empty gaze.

“Who are you.”

Blinking...Denzel didn’t really understand the question.

“I don’t know what you mean.” There’s an innocence in him despite everything he’s seen. An inability to see himself as anything other than a lost child. Something that could be cast away. Except he had been at ground zero, watched the first victim succumb to the geostigma. Had sat on the floor under a table as the meteor fell right above his head. The life stream had flowed through him, he carried the evidence of that on his forehead, the blank mottled marks now making their way down the side of his face.

❝ after all this time? always. ❞

@illecebrcus answered:

They sit back to back, and they may as well be one entity, the backs of their heads touching; there is static between them that holds them together, connecting them. It sparks. It comforts.

Eyes open. They roll heaven’s ward briefly before the gaze focuses to the side.

“What now, Loz?”

Loz rumbles, because he doesn’t know the answer.

All he knows is that he has Yazoo.

That’s really all he needs, even if they’re both a little lost without Kadaj pushing them on and yelling.

But that’s the heart of the matter, isn’t it? 

Kadaj is gone, and niisan doesn’t want them. Nobody wants them but them.

@illecebrcus​​

“I don’t know anything about heroes.”

Heroes had never done much for he and his brothers, not that he could remember. Not when they had been in a laboratory as specimens and not after, when it had been the trio against the Planet’s so-called heroes.

And now? Yazoo scoffed at the idea that a hero would come now.

“Heroes are useless to me.”

Zack came from the North, the place where all of the threats for the planet began... also the spot if her ‘child’ was reborn again. That's where he traced to seek one person.

Aerith told him that Yazoo was lost. Lifestream is boring place, though, except for him who had been with her all the times there. Pulling the youngest remnant into the circle of harmony family isn’t enough without the presence of his brothers. While the half-Cetra is still trying to find them in all senses, this is Zack’s job to talk with the silver haired to get him back to where he belong. 

But should he? 

The hatred… memories can’t be erased somehow. But people can change or even fix it. He isn’t sure if Yazoo felt that way –being human, to be deserved to live here. What had happened to this poor kid when he’s lost, huh?

Horror/Angst Starters | x

“I have never been weak in my life.” But this creature speaking as if it knew him, staring at him with those same eyes... It chilled him. Fear was not something Tseng felt often and it was an icy sensation through his chest. Above it, his scar seemed to burn.

“You look well,” he murmurs, releasing Yazoo from the hug a moment or two later, in order to circle around to the front, and appraise him with keen eyes.