#shattered!seph

He winces at every particularly large tangle being tugged because he can't help it, but also-- It's unfamiliar. Not in the way that other things are, but the whole... sensation. The experience. Like he's never felt it before. It's odd; he always had the long hair. Well, since he was aware, but considering what else he has forgotten...

Sephiroth huffed a short, annoyed breath, glad for a break. "You can-- You can cut it all off, if you want." Why was that so difficult to say? "I'm not sure why I kept it this long anyway."

Prompts for Emotionally Stunted Idiots | accepting but slow

The blink was quick, almost a flinch, but his eyes only showed confusion and caution. "I-- Am I not supposed to be..?" He wasn't sure, not having stumbled across a whole lot of areas where people weren't supposed to go...

Then it occurred to him even as he tried to balance paranoia with logic: the subject might be him. Specifically. Someone who knew him once, before he'd lost his memory, or someone who knew the rumors about him now, but either way it put him at a disadvantage. He was trying not to let the uncertainty inspire a snap decision.

The sound just--  It made everything go tense.  Before he’d even recognized what it was.

Not that the ground shaking and the low frequency wasn’t intimidating in itself.  Or the overwhelming sound when helicopters got closer.  Those things weren’t what made his spine stiffen, however; it was something to do with the knowledge of what was making that sound.

@ofhonoris:

The ringing snapped Angeal out of his thoughts as he just been reunited with a friend he thought long dead. The black haired male took the device and looked as he would answer but elected instead to turn off the ringer and set it down. It would be a call he would deal with later or not at all. Right now he stared at the silver haired male.

It seemed they both had memory problems but unlike the other; Angeal did remember much of Sephiroth and knew him as a close friend.  “I suppose a lot has happened.” he told as he set the phone down upon the table. “If it means anything. I’m happy to see you again. I have my own memory issues as most of my more recent ones are missing.”

There was no soft smile, no easy confidence; but there was a bare look of hope, and a much more subtle expression of uncertain victory.  Sephiroth had felt that he’d recognized the man, that there was no mistaking him... but the details were still missing.  “So I knew you.”  He started quietly, taking in the sight of the other man.

Short Angst Starters | accepting but slow forever

@strifesoldier

"It absolutely was not, you are correct." Agreeing though he was, the words were pointed. Sharp.

Then he sighed. "That was a full sentence, at least. Good job." Praise without sarcasm? Without very obviously trying to manipulate, to lead the words into something else entirely? Maybe there'd been more over-reaching than even Sephiroth had been aware of.

@strifesoldier

He--

Stared. Pointedly. For a good stretch of seconds, until it got uncomfortable for him. Had he really done so much careful manipulating, so much thoroughly enjoyable string-pulling, for this? This result? This being? One thing, he'd wanted one thing handed to him, and yet...

Sephiroth hissed out a sigh, placing a hand on either side of the blond's head. He could just squeeze, he supposed, but... "Your head is round, and hollow." Insulting, sharp and pointed. Annoyed, bothered.

Sephiroth keeps looking over as if he expects the situation to change. The both of them are going to be sorely disappointed, it seems.

Then Sephiroth sighs and finally raises his hand, which the blond is all too quick to duck underneath. This really isn't helping with training, is it? "Not even a vaguely round object today, hm? Marbles? Grapefruits?"

And how does one train a puppet? It seems more difficult than merely pulling the strings, and petting is most certainly not for unfulfilled orders... Yet here he is, here they are, one goal achieved and yet--

Not Here Starters | accepting but slow

He'd been staring. Blinking, he wondered if maybe he'd done more than zoned out; it felt like waking up from a dream. But this... Was this man familiar? Or was it one of many times when Sephiroth got lost in his own head, trying to parse incomplete information? He wasn't even sure if he recognized anything, or if that twinge of familiarity was just...

The thought dropped off. Sometimes they just did that, but it remained frustrating. Swallowing, then clearing his throat, he did at least know that he was being rude. "Sorry. I'm..." He gestured vaguely to his head with a mild motion of his fingers, as if that explained anything. "I didn't mean to stare, I apologize."