#wastedsword

“You had a pleasant trip then, I trust?” A personally delivered crate always meant more than having a shipment simply delivered be freight. But even so, “There are times I wonder if our esteemed director has his favourites.” the ginger voiced in humor, though underpinned with a dryness of envy. Angeal was always the one to return home when a mission so arose, or he was otherwise charged with the Seconds, whereas Genesis instead found himself most consistently on the front lines. Of course, his ambition to overtake their silvery friend demanded such efforts. But still, that didn’t mean he too didn’t feel the burden of leaving friends and family behind.

          of course his features still remained IMPASSIVE, undisturbed from his skilled and tight grip and control over his emotions. but his pupils did dilate, and his lips pursed as he read angeal’s expression. no good .. he couldn’t concentrate on what he had planned to get out of studying his features but rather .. he was finding himself more DRAWN towards it, thinking little to nothing, thinking of the gentleness that flooded into him.             covering his mouth with a hand ( avoiding touching his forehead, for now ), he let out a deep breath and briefly closes his eyes. ah .. he could feel his muscles slowly relaxing. that was good. when he opened his eyes again, he was tempted to take another deep breath .. and another. when will it stop ?               ❛ .. i was about to take a break, ❜ he began in a soft voice as he began gathering his reports into a stack. suddenly, fixing his attention on angeal for TOO LONG was beginning to make him avert his gaze at all cost, as he struggles to grasp with exactly what was happening at this moment. gently push it aside, everything is normal. ❛ don’t worry about me. ❜

“What in the blazes was that for?”

His knowledge of LOVELESS was a matter of pride. The Epic helped define Genesis as a person, and the committance of its words to heart helped him navigate the world around him. Angeal often remarked on his obsession, however there were some times he rather didn’t mind it... Times he enjoyed using it to test Genesis. Like now. “Wings of light and dark spread afar. She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting”

They were supposed to be writing out debriefs from their respective missions, but Genesis's mind was on other matters. Being back at Headquarters at the same time was a rare treat as such for the old friends. Genesis knew he could whip up a report quickly when needed, but Angeal’s diligence to prompt protocol clearly required a something more to deter his focus. “I hear you have a new attachment. A Second.”

As for his own impression, he knew he would fail the moment he opened his mouth. But that didn’t matter.

His flare naturally led to a tenancy in fire-based magic, although he was proficient in a number of forms. Sparking to life in his palm and quickly growing he hurtled a volley of flaming energy towards his opponent.

“What did I do?” Genesis asked afterwards.