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Cute Arachnero (my spider-Nero_AU from FF7) and Weiss under a rainy city night. It's an indescribable feeling when time flows differently.
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Cute Arachnero (my spider-Nero_AU from FF7) and Weiss under a rainy city night. It's an indescribable feeling when time flows differently.
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Weiss headed for his secret place. Looking all around him, he quickly opened the door. He then closed it behind him to face the tomb that was in front of him. He sighed and sat down, closing his eyes.
-╳- NERO WAS LARGELY restless that evening - his pacing around his room something that soon lead him to the place he had once been chained up endlessly - where he had been tortured and detested. It was somewhere he felt bizarrely at peace, and thus he sat - he could sense his dearest brother nearby, but chose to do little regarding it for the time. If his dearest Weiss wished for alone time, he would leave him to it.
“ it’s definitely yours, i’m not like that
“What do you mean by that?” She growled, sliding her glare to meet with his eyes.
Continued from X
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Glowing Mako colored eyes looked up seeing the white hair of the so named Leader of the Tsviets, he’d know him anywhere, Weiss, but he expects to be finished off, or left to his fate, whichever comes fist, he doesn’t expect to have the other kneeling before him. Asking him if he needs help. Of course he does.... but instead of acceptance.. “What will ‘help’ cost me sir?”
Weiss immediately closed the closet the moment he saw Nero coming in his room.
-╳- “Weiss....?” He murmured, narrowing eyes as he entered though said very little more to begin with.
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Weiss was heading back for the throne room, burst out in rage. "I'm going to kill her if she keeps this attitude toward you, Nero"
-╳- Nero had been having a rather peaceful morning with his book in his lap, eyes cast toward the text in a calm and wonderful manner. A brow arched underneath his mask, however, upon witnessing his brother’s rage as he entered the room; “...Is something the matter?”
“You’re not going anywhere”
It was becoming a more common occurrence. Her letting out her frustrations, him going back. It’s the way things are. Every argument they had pointed towards the same explanation, or in her view, the same excuse. This verbal fight grew particularly heated, and as much as she wanted to strike him, Eden knew he could easily throw her to the floor. Instead, she turned to leave. She just needed to get away for a while, have some time to think about things.
As she turned on her heel, however, she felt his larger hand wrap around her wrist. Sickening shock hit her into the stomach, she immediately reverted to self-preservation. Her head whipped over her shoulder, teeth bared and eyes blazing towards him.
“Yes. I am.” Her words came out as forced through her clenched jaw, before yanking on her arm with all her might, hoping to break his grip. “If you don’t want a mark on that precious face of yours, you better let go.”
“If you say another word about her/him, you’ll regret it.”
She held her gaze upon Weiss, a puzzled and hurt look spreading across her face. It appeared only briefly as she quickly masked it with defensive anger. Her amber eyes narrowed as they bored into him, heat flared over her dark skin, giving it a reddish tinge.
Even still, he insisted on protecting that sable. Eden couldn’t understand. They may be brothers, they may have shared similar struggles...but was Weiss truly willing to attack her, his future wife, for a simple statement? Toxic jealousy flowed through her veins, clouding her judgement.
”Temper, temper.” Her voice remained low, yet she made no effort in hiding her growing frustration. “I only said you don’t need to rush to his defense every time he fucks up. I don’t see what was so inflammatory about it.”