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LOOK AT THESE ADORABLE DORKS

LOOK AT THEM.

Now I get to stare at them every second of everyday.

Thank you Rain ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️😘

@xaksu

I bought them from Rain’s Etsy. And I love them so much I could cry. 😭🤧😭

For @xaksu​ ||  𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 / 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 ☀️

The moment the lantern was picked up and rubbed, it began to glow and hover above the finders head. It gave a few flashes of white light before pink smoke erupted from the tip and swirled down. It began to form a female figure, hair of magenta and gold, skin of pastel pink, slim but built figure all dressed in Arabian garments of black, pink, blue and gold.

When she was completed, she opened her eyes with her arms crossed as the lantern fell to the ground near her.

@xaksu​:

Zack blinked. Tired mako swirls searching Sephiroth’s form for some kind of clue on what sprung this sudden question.

      ❝ depends  ❞ 

Sephiroth currently lay on his back, spirals of silver hair cascading and framing his head like rays moonlight.   He looked as beautiful and tragic as the day Zack laid eyes on him. Yet, something was off. Like understanding that you are looking at a dazzling hue of color but someone has changed the saturation. Dimmed it. Made it tired and dark.   The library was an eerie place. Dim. Stuffy. Forlorn. Sephiroth currently stared at the cracked ceiling, seeming to want to blend into the environment. stacks of yellowed paperwork sat by him, looking well-read, some even dog-eared.

      ❝ actually, who am i kidding, yeah, all the time ❞  

Tap of his boots as he approached and soft creak of leather as he sat by his friend then laid down, stared up at the same ceiling. It wasn’t necessary for Sephiroth to say something was wrong. That much was obvious. What wasn’t clear, however, was how to remedy it.

      ❝ do you want to take a different path ? ❞   his voice had an echo and he waited a second before turning to focus his gaze on the other, searching again. A chuckle, then he turned back to watch the ceiling, hands tucked securely behind his head as if they were elsewhere. Stargazing. Or picking shapes out of the clouds on a sunny day.

      ❝ because i’ll go with you ❞  

Of course he would. Zack stretched. Casual. Matter of fact.

      ❝ – to the end of the world and back, Seph. i’ll follow you. you won’t ever have to go or be alone ❞  

Actually, some of the water damage in the ceiling resembled clouds. Close enough, right?

       ❝ i promise ❞  

His entire life had--

Well.  He’d been starting to think maybe it hadn’t been much of a life.  He’d already considered the idea of changing it all, of leaving to... do what?  He hadn’t really known and it hadn’t mattered, Sephiroth had simply known after he’d accomplished this particular mission...

And then that feeling.  And the library, and the... files.  It hadn’t been much of a life, had it?  For... a reason.  For reasons, for things that were still spinning slowly in his mind because they were difficult to fathom.  Harder to understand, but to accept..?

He felt tired in a way he never had before.  Similar, maybe, but more.  Endless exhaustion.  Falling to a depth he could never return from, getting lost there, alone, in a dim library.  But, then...

He’d been alone.  He was alone again.  Everyone, everyone except--  “Would you leave Shinra with me?”  The words fled from him like startled birds.

He’d been so logical, always.  Tried to be, tried to think that way, tried to be--  What they wanted.  What he was supposed to be.  He was also used to being matter-of-fact, to not hesitating when he spoke, but...  Everything changed.  Or everything was the same, he just knew suddenly.  Opening up an abyss within him.  “I don’t... want to be a means to an end.  A weapon, a tool, a...  Something inside of me is so angry.”  Vengeance, vengeance, vengeance--  “But I’m so tired, Zack.”

He chanced a glance over.  Just a small one.  Even moving his head felt almost too enormous a task.

There was no way to put thoughts into words.  Things that were barely thoughts at all.  He’d studied so much, both what he was supposed to and an endless amount of things that were never expected of him, but none of that helped in the moment.  Who was he?  What was he?

@xaksu​ sent: "Do you like chocolate?"

"Tifa said that you're not allowed to have any more drinks while I'm in charge..." Denzel explained as he stood behind the counter with his arms crossed which meant business on his end. “So you can go back to your seat and wait till she comes back, okay?” 

☆ She had tried to avoid it as best she could, but the underlying truth was he had a natural talent with talking to people. It showed from the friendly rapport with the Sector 7 day drinkers. their coin toss certain and a smile already on their face by the time they got to her counter. And as infuriating as he was, it helped business to have more than her as a reason to enter. Girls were coming by from the boarding home Jessie lives in; for that matter, Jessie herself was also hanging around longer than need be. Their martinis and vodka shots were gil in her pocket, so there was no room to complain. But the obvious pang in her chest when his lackadaisical demeanor was on another was enough to suffocate. 

Tifa turned on heel and went into the back, brow furrowed and confusion jutting bottom lip out when she picked up the box of her own personal brews and brought them to the front. Tender her the digits and ran over bottle caps, and she called out to a man with mako swirls in his eyes. He was talking to a girl. The bartender’s voice cut a little too sharp for her own liking. 

             the  wounded  party  earns  a  chuckle,  as  practiced  hands  tended  to  the  gash,  wrappings  and  dressings  plentiful  in  number  from  his  well  stocked  bag.  “  i  assure  you,  easy  on  the  eyes  as  you  are,  i  would  choose  a  far  more...  elegant  approach,  for  such  a  request.  “  promising,  that  the  injured  man  had  enough  liveliness  in  him  to  joke  around,  and  perhaps  that  was  his  way  of  coping  with  a  life  or  death  situation.  severity  aside,  it’s  enough  to  ease  ignis’  own  concerns  ;;  he’d  much  rather  not  have  to  carry  a  deceased  body  back  to  the  camp,  when  he  very  well  could  have  played  a  part  in  allowing  the  man  to  see  another  day.