[rush-assault] cwtch: a warm, affectionate hug, cuddle or snuggle that gives a feeling of a safe place or home. [ give dadgeal some hugs, man. angst optional, fluff necessary. at least a little bit of fluff. ]
wordstuck.co.vu Prompts | acceptingcwtch: a warm, affectionate hug, cuddle or snuggle that gives a feeling of a safe place or home.
He was gone. That was just… what needed to be accepted. The way it was. Sephiroth hadn’t really reacted when he’d received the news; it was just there in front of him, black and white. A barren fact like any other. The kind written in books that often went ignored.
Days passed with the knowledge, the ultimately empty pit instead of reaction settling all too comfortably in his mind. And yet, peering out a window and becoming a very rare kind of distracted, he was relatively certain he was only lying to himself. There was a reaction, pushed so deep beneath the surface, hidden behind layers upon layers of–
“You must be out of it if you didn’t even hear me come in.”
Despite what was usually near perfect posture, Sephiroth felt his back go impossibly more straight once those words processed, once he knew that he recognized the voice. Turning, he saw that familiar smirk–
“Oof.” He was solid, to say the least, pushed back a bit by the enthusiasm of the unexpected hug. “If I’d known I’d be getting this kind of a welcome home…”
“Quiet.” The other First hissed, not really meaning it. Meaning but not meaning; he wanted to hear more of that voice after trying to wrap his head around it being lost forever, but he also wanted that moment. Needed it like air, like lifeblood.
There was merely a snort from Angeal, hug returned with a sort of patience he rarely showed for that sort of situation. In fact, it was the kind of hold that welcomed and relieved…
And that started Sephiroth down a path of thought he wished he could have stopped. The window. He didn’t have a window like that in his quarters. And the man in his arms was… “This… this is all a dream, isn’t it.”
Angeal heaved a sigh, but refused to let go. He wouldn’t let himself be looked at, inspected. “It is and it isn’t.”
“That’s not an answer.” Sephiroth pointed out, but rather notably didn’t move away. Even if it was a dream, unreal… he thought he could live with that. For just one more moment of warmth, of safety, of knowing that scent and that solidness. As much as he doubted, he didn’t; it was Angeal.
A chuckle came from the other man, his own hold tightening slightly. “You’re right. Guess you’re pretty used to that, right?”
He felt a sting in his eyes and a tightness in his throat, not responding. Don’t go.
It was when he knew, really. When the response came to words he hadn’t spoken. “I’m not as far away as you think, actually. Don’t lose sight of that.”
He didn’t move after he woke. Perfectly still, eyes closed, breathing shallow. Only after some minutes did he make any attempt at pulling the covers away–
Pausing as he was puzzled by something in his hand. Finally opening his eyes, he glanced down at a white feather grasped between his fingers. Sephiroth’s stomach clenched despite his desire to laugh. Not a dream, huh?
