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OH ,   HE’S  ALREADY  SICK  OF  THIS  SHIT .   he drags one gloved thumb along his lower lip and nearly spits the bad taste from his mouth .   now ,   he’s not an idiot ,   he knows he can’t take the other man on his own ,   but damned if he’s just gonna lie down and take this ! 

@tenshai​ sent in: 🤝 Hold my muse’s hand | turk vincent & baby seph

cold dread, that which sinks deep into his body and pulls at the strings of his heart, makes his knuckles turn paper white as he clenches fists tight to his sides. for all that vincent is, and all that he has become, he seems to know of pain far too intimately. it all started with youth, with silence as a close friend post the death of his mother. and his father, never speaking of all that he did, all that he desired -- kept in the dark, ‘til his very last breath. and even his love for lucrecia brings him pain, such terrible heartache, her body breaking down in the same ways that his own spirit does. like reflections in a cracked mirror, bound to break apart, shattering into nothingness.

he knows of that pain. it’s why he fears being around the small one, not wanting to experience it all over again. all that he wants is for his heart to remain his own, sheltered in the small of his chest, so that he can turn away from the world once more and keep himself safe in the shadows of his ignorance. but that child ... so small and pale, eyes like a hunter prowling in tall blades of grass. careful, observant, gazing in ways that a child should not have to. sephiroth reminds him too much of all that has made him so sick, so tired and exhausted with human greed. he is a boy birthed from corruption.

and corrupted shall he stay.

but what can he do? turn him away, as all the others do? sephiroth often ventures out to find him, ignoring all of hojo’s demands -- to seek him out, in the dark, damp coldness of this mansion, his small face like a ghost in dark corners. and vincent always sees him, always watches and waits for any further movement. there isn’t much for vincent to do. he cannot take him and flee, knowing that they would be tracked down immediately, vincent gunned down ‘til he returns to the planet. he cannot fully ignore him either, his own consciousness pleading him to do something for once -- to keep him company, even if it’s for a small bit of his time.

“ sephiroth ... ” his smile is meek, tainted with all the horrors that he has seen and all that he can imagine in their bleak future. uncertain, a hand reaches out. sephiroth glances down briefly at his palm, before grasping his hand with tiny fingers, curling round only three of vincent’s fingers. it makes vincent realize how small he truly is. he breathes in deep, struggling to keep himself composed. the child is extremely cold. as he usually is, in a place like this. not that he has much of a choice ... the thought lights flames of raw anger deep in his chest, so much that he can feel the burn in his throat. dangerous. he shouldn’t become attached, but it’s too difficult when he can see lucrecia stitched upon such delicate features.

〈     prompt◞        ❛   @tenshai​   .     〉 ♗ !!

there, in swirling shadows and crooked trees, between that of life and death, he appears. the manifestation of his grief, one which compels him towards the ghostly touch of madness, of which he feels everything all at once -- and soon, as time shifts to ticking seconds, does it all seem to disappear. slow, steady, painful. he eases into some semblance of calm, though his body stands rigid, heart thundering and aching for release.

“So the son of death comes to bow at my feet.” Ifrit narrowed his dangerous burning eyes upon the silver haired man. 

@tenshai​ said: “… no… I’m tired… let me sleep… I don’t want to get up.”

 “Oh no, oh no, oh no,” A soliloquy stuck in repeat, etched in his voice his long beloved friend distress. With Sephiroth’s assistance Reeve managed to rope in some of the receptionists to join in on one of his meetings concerning the developments going on down in the slums. However the catch was that, Sephiroth, Sephiroth was the catch—that as long as he were present then they would attend. A vain indulgence from their part, but the director wasn’t blind to the fact that Sephiroth does have a fan club behind him somewhere. The general is a man of his word, Reeve can only assume that he overslept, but the women grew restless, even going as far as to calling him a liar in front of his younger kin. So to spare a scene Reeve said he would go get him, claimed even that he would return with him by his side.