#ncwgod

@ncwgod​ :  he is the good one, the obedient son. saving MOTHER from the captivity of inferior subjects. the repayment is the promise to rise its offspring to supreme status. wriggling appendage evolves into icy blue flesh, beneath tattered cloth emerging its palm to cup child's cheek. it gives him the praise he always sought from a parental figure, mimicking a familiar womanly tone to bond with. ' good boy. '

they are inseparable. she knows him more than he knows himself. she knows his deepest desires, his longings. she will never leave him. voice envelopes him like a loving embrace, warm and secure. he will do anything to please her, to seek her approval and affection. mother, i need you.

eyes close. longing pulls taut his chest and feeds her insatiable appetite. to be held. to know love. to find purpose. the warm embrace of mother wraps around him because he so wishes it. because she wishes it for him.  “mother.”  it comes as a sigh twixt full lips. a relief. a weight pulled from his shoulders for this one, singular moment he wishes to make an eternity.

it has been too long. perhaps it has been never.

@ncwgod Send “ ✿ ” for 2 hcs for our muses’s relationship.

Cloud feels an unhealthy attachment to Jenova when standing too near to it. He views it as something equivalent to his actual mother, even feeling a sort of familial love for it when exposed for too long to it. It’s in his nature to feel this with the Jenova cells in him and his own weak mentality, which make it easy for Jenova to manipulate and bend him to its will. It doesn’t help that it knows his memories, so it’s easy to pick at open wound or ‘help’ him with said open wounds.

“Master?” Whether it was a replica or the real thing itself, the blade couldn’t tell the difference since as far as he knew and saw, his master was standing in front of him. Violet eyes focused on the being in front of him and couldn’t help as a soft smile emerged from his once frown that he had on once he heard the other speaking. “A job?” He didn’t know what was compelling him to walk forward but he did it none the less as his own hand reached out to take hold of the gloved hand of the younger’s.

@ncwgod​ :  ❛ like all agony , there are pleasant moments ❜ the words pass in eerie silence, a bond that links them is all mother needs. articulating its philosophy through tranquil mind. the boy needn't suffer through human emotion. his greatness will absolve the need for the cetra's guiding hand or approval. her death will release the shackles that bind him to his last of humanity. no time for mourning, when the weight of her disappointment has vanished, his agony will cease.

she was all he ever loved. not only a blossoming flower, but the sunlight itself  ( the rare kind that finds its into midgar’s slums ).  the single ray of hope, of happiness that sephiroth could cling onto. the girl who made the tests easier. the girl who could pull him away from soldier’s duties to simply be. the woman he had grown to cherish.

and then she was all he ever hated. the liar. the enemy. the one who will not allow him to grow, to reach his full potential  ( whispers wrap around him like strings; mother is always right ).  her light is like a scald; but it only casts darker shadows. a darker mind. she who turned against him. betrayed him. his rage blazes through every part of his soul and he has never been closer to mother.

loss has followed sephiroth like a plague. loss of a broken family. loss of friendships. loss of identity. it is no wonder, then, why sephiroth fell into darkness. why he practically ran to mother’s embrace to ease the longing for something true. she had told him they would be together forever. now, years later, as the whispers have grown to voices as clear as if she were in front of him, she has kept her promise. with her presence came solid ground and new purpose. pain burned to ashes until only an unkillable hatred remained.

it manifested itself in an unforgiving blade. steel as cold as revenge plunges into her body. and aerith, soft and strong and all that she was -- all that he loved and hated -- became nothing. body slumps, held up only by his sword until their connection is severed forever. he pulls masamune free from the warm corpse and allows her to fall upon the altar  ( and even that is graceful ).

he feels her die. no, it is not aerith’s death that he feels. the remaining warmth in his heart flickers before being snuffed out like a candle. and it comes back -- that feeling of falling. the solid ground of destiny wavers and he is sent tumbling into the unknown. aerith was all he ever loved and all he ever hated. aerith was all that kept him human.

now there is only the answer to his longing. now there is only her voice which rings in his head. now there is only mother. and just like before, she kills the agony. once again, there is only the rage which will lead him to his divine purpose. and finally, the pleasant moment she speaks of comes. tranquility. understanding. motivation. aerith is dead and now no one can stop him.