#speedance

                             @speedance​​​ said : “ I slept incredibly well before I met you ”                                                   ↳ poetry prompts   //    accepting

tifa   hummed   softly,   leaning   crossed   from   roche   at   the   counter,   ❝   sounds   a   lot   like   you’re   blaming   me.   ❞   she   tilted   her   head   innocently   as   if   she   was   𝐀𝐓   𝐍𝐎   𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌.   he’d   been   frequenting   her   bar   more   than   usual—perhaps   he’d   become   addicted   to   the   atmosphere   or   perhaps   it   was   her   conversation   that   drew   him   ‘out   of   the   saddle’   as   he   would   put   it.   ❝   oh   !   is   this   due   to   a   new   alcohol   addiction   ?   ❞      she   feigns   a   shocked   expression   which   soon   breaks   in   to   soft   laughter,   a   simper   spreads   crossed   her   lips   before   she   began   to   busy   herself   with   making   his   drink—𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐈𝐓   𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘   before   placing   it   in   front   of   him   and   retaking   her   place   a   crossed   from   him.   she   watched   as   he   took   his   first   drink,   anxiety   built   in   her   stomach   as   she   silently   hoped   for   his   approval.   her   eyes   lit   up   as   she   noticed   the   satisfaction   on   his   face,   

                                                     @speedance​ kisses his cheek

𝐘𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐎   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍—though   he   often   comforted   his   brother,   loz   with   hugs,   there   was   never   much   else.   the   softness   of   roche’s   mouth   and   the   warmth   of   his   breath   against   his   flesh,   sent   a   shiver   throughout   his   body,   like   electricity…   from   a   single   kiss.  

quiet whispers blow betwixt hanging lace , cracked window and springs gentle breeze laying kisses to her cheek .     sleep is a mistress of night , a toss betwixt pleasure or pain .     dreams to lure one deeper or nightmares to rattle sleepers to wake .     she coasts between tides of black and white , a place where slumber has yet to reach and the real world is just slipping away .

a rhythmic lullaby reverberates betwixt bedding and pillow , she knows that muffled song .     somewhere , the mistress of night has chosen her victim .     she answers his call , voice singing out softly in a weary song .

verdant hues slowly appear like a waking sunrise , o’er the horizon of tired lids , gaze cast across pillow spread as if he were present laying by her side .

‘     roche . . .     ‘

the sound of her breath hushes at his words .     he needn’t consider the darkness that was meant to sweep him away .     she is only a voice away , it opens a window of closeness that may not have existed before .     her gradual awareness comes in soft hums of her awakening , a deep inhale crackles with a quiet moan .

‘     mh , if you didn’t want to wake     ‘     she yawns softly     ‘     then why aren’t you sleeping , silly ?     ‘      her laughter is a flutter of tired exhales .     nothing makes sense in the middle of the night , nothing at all except for the fact he’s calling .     that is what he did , either because he enjoyed waking her up     (     like the crazy chaotic demon that he is     )     or he wanted to hear her fall asleep     (     like the romantic creeper he is     ) .

it is almost longing , the way her voice shifts .     words that offer to console and put at ease any thoughts that may haunt him in late hours .     she wants him to know . . .

‘     . . . i’m here for you .     ‘

 a  hum  of  pleasure  emitted  from  him  as  his  mouth  curved  into  a  gratified  smirk.  his  head  slowly  dipping  towards  the  direction  of  the  self-declared  speed  demon—his  over  the  top  theatrics  would  never  have  worked  on  yazoo  if  he  hadn’t  been  so  strong  and  swift.  the  way  he  moved  on  his  bike  and  the  amount  of  power  he  had  to  lift  it  off  the  ground  and  soar—it  left  him  in  awe,  seeing  someone  capable  of  such  skill  impressed  him.  it  seemed  yazoo  left  a  comparable  effect  on  roche,  

HITCHHIKING TO MIDGAR sounded like a really good plan a few hours ago, when Zack was still blissfully unaware of the fact that no one in their right mind - except for the miners and farmers - spends any time outside the city during the day. Which means, of course, that there is no one to get a ride from, aside from the mining shuttle that drives to and from Midgar exactly twice a day.

Tired of waiting for something that may never come Zack decided to start walking in direction of the city so at least he’d be moving until someone came around. Thirty minutes and a whole water bottle later there’s still no one in sight and Midgar looks about as far away as it did when he set off from the little shack farmer Roderick offered them as temporary hideout (at least until Cloud is well enough to move). It’s a dump with nothing but a hard wood floor to sleep on, but it’s remote and protects them from the weather - and surely the last place Shinra will look for them.     “Oh boy..” Zack mumbles, the view on the hot dusty road ahead anything but encouraging.

He trots on for another ten minutes, dreading his fate, when suddenly a distant noise makes him pause in his steps and listen. For a moment he’s sure he’s imagining it, but it grows louder quickly and he turns around to see a dark spot on the horizon, steadily growing bigger. A car! Or at least some kind of vehicle---! Overcome with newfound optimism Zack raises his arms over his head and waves them, trying to make himself look bigger.      “Hey-- hey, over here!” he calls, although they must still be too far away to hear him.

The vehicle comes closer and now Zack can see that it’s not a car, but some kind of motorcycle, moving at a very high speed, judging by the cloud of dust it paints into the air behind it. Whatever, as long as he fits on it. It’s moving closer so fast he can already make out the smooth sounds of the engine as they make the hot air around him vibrate. There’s no way the driver hasn’t noticed him by now, but still, he waves his arms again for good measure.      “Hey--- I could use some help..!” Surely they’ll slow down any minute now.

Any second now.

But they don’t. Zack registers a moment too late that the motorcycle isn’t slowing down in the slightest and stepping aside quickly is all he can do to not be run over. For a split second time seems to slow down and his eyes meet those of the driver - and the next moment he’s coughing and rubbing sand from his eyes.      “Asshole..” he chokes out, the sound of the bike already growing quieter as it rushes off towards Midgar, leaving him behind.

So much for hitchhiking. He was probably an idiot for considering the idea in the first place. No one in their right mind is out here - so why did he expect someone in their right mind to drive past him? By the time he’s got most of the sand out of his eyes he notices yet another change in the noise disrupting the silence that hangs over this place like the sweltering heat. The howl of the engine, after fading into the distance, is growing louder again.

He’s coming back.

oh ho ho , the humor is rich .     the ability to give reward was plenty , though lacking the will due to stinginess was stronger .     if the taller male could be compensated in less richer means , the captain would appease .     once over glance assumes their taste in recklessness to be quite similar .     proud appearance sets before other in tasteful mirth , grin affixed to plush flesh .

‘     an invigorating opportunity , mate .     ‘     left hip retreating , posture is turned with right footing gracefully placing forward .     blade in dominate hand , polite bow welcomes a good nature match .     t’was not often such an able candidate come along ; abroad at sea with only men the captain was familiar with left a lot to be desired .     a challenge was sought after , and here pleasantly plopped into lap one elite member of SOLDIER .

‘     up for a dance ?     ‘  

another man of shinra that is all talk .     talk  talk  talk .     annoyed with hearin’ the voices of egomaniacs and their visions .     ire builds within the bones , it courses through his blood , till it aggravates like an itch you can’t scratch away .     deep and festering , the anger boils in his gut .     downturn lip with a heated gaze pointed directly ; he ain’t flattered one damn bit .

‘     all yo shinra assholes LOVE the sound of yo own damn voices !     ‘     weapon aimed READY TO UNLEASH FURY , there was no time for games or small talk .     ‘     but i heard enuff , time t’ show you the man people scared of , twinkle toes !     ‘

blood simmers ‘pon heated coil ; the more it stews there within , bubbles ‘pon surface .     needing to be removed in order to cool , nothing will quell the ire within this vessel .     turned downward lip greets solitude with annoyed growl .     vexed leer pierce through glass ; leaving behind echo of shattered resonance to the imagination . 

the dull reverberation of wheels rolled , thrust a massive force from desk .     rising like a tidal wave to decimate a path within its course .     he charges with footsteps that roll like thunder ; a storm pending its abrupt release .

a violent gust tears down the obstruction betwixt predator and prey ; hungry to unleash merciless authority ‘pon misbehaved scoundrel .     the bellow of deep timbre alarms a floor of men ; the sound of a beast most wish to never awaken .

‘     ENOUGH !     ‘     roar unleashing the fastened pounce ; clattering noise fumbles into distance ‘pon the slap of gargantuan paw striking instrument from fleshy aperture .     the stillness settles in ; eye of the storm sinking glare into pools of mako .