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@onewiingcd sent :: "Shut the fuck up."

𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃 from deep within Reno's chest. A standarised response to him pushing. A generalised term when all else failed to enter someone's mind. A phrase he'd heard time and time again. Unoriginal, unimpressive. Disappointing But what did he expect from this stoic soldier. Leaving Reno to wonder briefly if he'd ever had an original thought filter through his mind.

@onewiingcd​ said:  [Rufus] “UGH”

          —pin my muse

      && he’s not here to kill him, not yet, but something about the way the other has him pinned makes the Silver haired just slightly too claustrophobic. He’s uncomfortable and unyielding, arm moving firmly to make some space in between them.

@onewiingcd​ inquired: [Cloud to Sephiroth] “ i hate you so much . ”

IT’S NOT A LIE. Every syllable falling from the blond’s lips drips with anger, evidence of how much Cloud has suffered since their fateful day in Nibelheim. The day Sephiroth finally saw the truth of this ugly world and the despicable creatures crawling on its surface: humanity, with all their flaws and misplaced hubris. For what are they if not impostors, pathetic imitations of a power that once was, a power they, themselves, corrupted with their foolishness and greed? They’re like insects, infesting the planet and thinking themselves important - they all deserve to burn in the flames of her destruction.

     “Good,” Sephiroth replies, a cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His hand closes around Cloud’s shoulder, squeezing hard enough it must be painful. Cloud is not looking at him, but that isn’t necessary for his presence to be felt, and for him to feel the white hot rage burning inside him. He feels it pulsing through his own veins just the same, the energy that fuels them both, the stream of life (or death) that binds them now and forever.

@onewiingcd​ // Bonded AU

          If Cloud is hurt by your hand you will lose your power.

          If Cloud dies you will lose your power.

         If you get too far away from Cloud, you will lose your power.

         And if you kill me none of these rules will ever change.

         That’s what Aerith had said on the day she had saddled Cloud with Sephiroth. About a week later Cloud still was not used to sharing an apartment with the hero general turned worst nightmare that greeted him in the morning.

         They were living in the upper plate now. No way Cloud was living in a shoebox that required Sephiroth to share a twin bed with him. When he walked out of his bedroom and Sephiroth was there Cloud still jumped a bit in surprise.

         “How are you feeling today?” Cloud asked. “Do you feel more like your old self?”

@onewiingcd​

He was tired, it had been a long, long day, hunting monsters was tiring but it was good training. It was enjoyable too in a strange way, he liked being with a team, with other people…being able to hone your own fighting skills around those your own age. The bladed staff in his hand had Materia slotted in, the green orbs contained subversion magic…he was a fan of it, and it was his go to tactic, surround…subvert, weaken…then win.

It worked, and it kept the monsters at bay. Funny, how as a child they had been terrifying, you got to know them…which ones you could get away with fighting. The Wererats, gorgers and ringmaws, you could take them on if you were good…the Doomrats, with a team. The Drakes were the worst, they could fly…they were best avoided, if you stayed low and quiet you could evade them…and the Wrath-hound…avoid at all costs. Run away.

Now, all so simple.

He could deal with anything.

At least that was what Denzel believed.

For just a moment, he blamed the memories, told himself that the figure was just a fleeting thought, except, he wasn’t.

He was there, real, as real as he had been back then…and it rooted him to the spot, fingers curled around the handle of the staff tightly and he lifted his head, the teenage boy lifted his head, trying to appear bigger than he was.

“What are you doing here?” The rational part of his mind told the teenage boy to flee, another part, kept him here, adrenaline surging and ready. He wasn’t the helpless child he had been several years ago.

@onewiingcd​ asked:  Cloud reaches out to touch that dark wing with his bare hand, while his glove was stuck bitten between his teeth. This was a risky move, but he wouldn't pass up the challenge of it.

Perhaps now there would be some semblance of civility between them both. For once, Cloud wasn’t immediately attacking him either. All Sephiroth wanted, was to reason with him. There had been a stalemate between them. Cloud on one end, Sephiroth on the other; wing unfurled. The touch was almost so light, that Sephiroth almost believed it to be the wind. Cloud had never touched him.

Eyes narrow, and the dark appendage folds swiftly against his frame. Out of habit he grips the hilt of Masamune tighter, but it seems that Cloud has caught him off guard.