flower girl.

"... Are you... actually speaking to me?"

Sephiroth was quite genuinely asking, for once, because he wasn't sure if this was Mother speaking to him, or the Cetra before him. Already was he so annoyed by the situation, having found said other's resilience nearly impeccable, immovable even. Hardly any of his attacks were doing any real damage, because of her expansive knowledge in curative spells. Every use of his, she'd find a way to either miss or repel it. Such an infuriating creature...

She doesn't quite put away her staff. Not yet, only because one wrong move always meant Sephiroth would gain the upper hand and potentially end her life. She could keep doing this, keep healing herself while Sephiroth kept fighting her, but she's tired. She's tired, and everything hurts.

when had the phoenix last slept? that... would be a good question. they'd gotten back from a job but had been banned from going out on another so they were just sort of in the shinra building. they're nursing an energy drink when they encounter the director of advanced weaponry. an eyebrow raises.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐀𝐡 ⸻ 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛  I know of them. Can't deny that. I've never been the best liar.  ❜

A certain level of tact channels into his regard of her, careful and honed, tuned to what his own features may impart. A scrunch just betwixt brows, above the bridge of the nose ; there are subtleties which betray that of their guarded spirit, divulge that which is hidden. She is skilled. She is aware of this. As is he. Had he been annoyed, a groan may have roiled from the throat, signified his displeasure. But he instead retains a level of inscrutability, attempts to deceive.

Few were privy to the Hideaway's operations and number ; he'd been heedful of his mouth and every conversation. A paragon of loyalty ⸻  a wolf's loyalty to his pack. A ferocity exists too to match, though he need not bare his fangs. Not yet. So, he proceeds ⸻ cautious, attentive . . . curious. A darkeness eclipses at the cusp of irises ever blue to belie all but stoicism. A wooden table and its sturdiness divides them, that which he tests by bearing his full weight upon it, palms clasped heavy at the margins.

    She finds that she is entertained by this small game. Of course he knows something. It was clear from the moment she stated her intentions. The matter of whether he'll share what he knows is a given. She'll have to attain other ways. Perhaps blackmail or subterfuge the moment she learns more of him.

    "My company always investigates matters, even if they barely have anything to do with them." She leans back, watching him as she clasps her hands, one over the other, atop her lap. "And they know the displeasure that comes with such invasion of privacy. That does not mean they care."

    A pause. She sighs and averts her gaze then. "But you should know some of us don't have a choice when it comes to orders."

    Well, this was rather uncomfortable.

    That Dion must look over Lucia is a surprise. Rufus is a busy man, but the Turks must be just as busy if they've not a moment to spare for Lucia. Not that Dion has anything against... babysitting, but he is not good with children. Terence is the one who was more nurturing, who had more familiarity with youth given his own large family.

    He feels a pang in his chest. He misses him so. Perhaps a brief respite is in order after this business trip. Even though... this is quickly turning out to be otherwise at his expense.

this was... new. the way it was presented to vegas, this was an order from rufus. however, vegas doesn't see why RUFUS would order two turks to work together, wouldn't that be tseng's duty? either way, jote and vegas were assigned together and vegas was unsure of it. they got along well with others, that was no concern, but the fact that they were actually working with others is so foreign.

❛  ah,  excuse me.  i  didn’t  see  you  there.  ❜

the  sunset  casting  shadows  and  welcoming  the  night  made  it  difficult  to  see  where  he  was  placing  his  footing,  though  not  much  of  an  excuse  when  lamps  would  guide  a  fairly  good  amount.  still,  he  had  been  taking  a  stroll  around  an  area  where  not  many  people  would  dare  to  venture  on  their  own  during  nighttime  ;  it  triggered  a  surprised  reaction  from  the  young  man  to  encounter  another  soul  on  her  lonesome.

❛  i’ma  be  honest  with  you,  i  wasn’t  expecting  a  pretty  little  dove  like  you  to  be  walking  around  here.  i  hope  i  didn’t  scare  you.  ❜

    Fingers curl at her back. A slight smile curves her lips as she gives him a wave and stays where she is.

    "Well,  you don't scare me." Her voice is contemplative more than anything else. "Buuut calling me a 'pretty little dove' is creepy. I could beat you up!" And what she means is that she can hit him multiple times with her staff. Maybe cast a firaga or two. That would work, right?

@trollith said: "Helllooooo~?" Fingers curl at her back as she leans over to inspect the stirring man that had all but collapsed before her. "Are you awake?"

Roi's eyes opened slowly. He had clearly pushed himself too far. He remembered telling himself over and over than if he just kept going a little bit longer, he would be able to rest. And he focused his attention on the light ahead. A settlement he could retreat to. Collapsed in the wilderness was a great way to get killed by wildlife of bandits.

".... I'm awake." His groggy voice exposed that she had woken him up. But he certainly wasn't going to admit to that. Roi was an adventurer and he couldn't risk appearing weak or stupid. He didn't want to get robbed or murdered. He also knew better than to let down his guard for a pretty girl.

He had a few cuts and bruises. A rather difficult battle had left him a little black and blue, but the real issue was the amount of aether he had used. The amount of magic he had thrown out was taxing. Even with umbral ice, there was only so much one could take before the wore themselves out entirely.

He used his staff to force himself up to his feet. He felt a little bit mad at himself for how he had to lean on it to stay steady. He needed to be stronger than this.

He sounds awake, at least. Even if his voice is thick with... sleep. She tries to meet his eyes with her own. Maybe he's embarassed she caught him?

She doesn't step back when he makes his way to a standing position. Indeed, she only leans back the slightest bit before leaning forward again to peer up at him. The question prompts a shrug from her.

The way Aerith looks away has anxiety run rampart in the ex-SOLDIER's chest, lips pressing into a thin line. An attempt at keeping his emotions in check, to not make her feel any guilt over her reaction. Because… it wouldn't be fair. It wouldn't be fair at all.

Yet the relief Zack feels upon hearing her affirmation is obvious as he tries giving Aerith another smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. How well he knows that she must still be hurting after everything. Perhaps it would have been better if he had stayed away, if he had allowed her last letter to be her farewell to him instead of returning and reopening this wound she must have mended already.

"...I'm sorry," he repeats, his voice barely above a whisper, ere he leans in and presses a tender kiss to her forehead. The uncertainty of where exactly they stand now, after so long, gnaws away at him, but he tries pushing it all aside. He'll tread carefully one way or another.

    She swallows hard. The lump in her throat does not go away. The tears don't either.

    She can't be selfish. He has good reason to leave again. He says as such.

    "I can come with you," she blurts out suddenly. Her fists clench. Eyes narrow on him. She can't let him leave again without him knowing that she can be useful. That he doesn't have to feel the need to protect her without her asking for it. "I can check what's wrong with your friend. Maybe I can heal them."

    She doesn't say that she also doesn't want to be left behind. That, she thinks, is much too selfish. But, oh, her mouth moves despite her reservations. Small, quiet, desperate—

(  happy sunday! here's another assortment of smut / nsfw dialogue prompts but with more explicit language. a dirtier sequel to my other, more subtle, smut prompt list. please do not interact if you are under eighteen. )

❛ you can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do. ❜

❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜

❛ i want you to fuck me so badly. ❜

❛ do you really think you’re in a position to give orders? ❜

❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜

❛ you can call me whatever you want, baby. ❜

❛ be good, and i'll fuck you / let you fuck me. ❜

❛ we're going to fuck right here? what if someone sees us? ❜

❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜

❛ do whatever you want with me, i'm yours. ❜

❛ your body was made for mine. ❜

❛ you keep your hands where they are or i'll tie them up. ❜

❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜

❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

❛ it's my thigh or nothing. i'm not helping you get off. ❜

❛ i'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

❛ i don't care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

❛ i can see you enjoy having the upper hand for once. ❜

❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜

❛ come in me. i need you to fill me up. ❜

❛ now, i'll ask again, are you going to be good for me? ❜

❛ we both know how much you're going to enjoy this. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜

❛ you can take my clothes off for me. ❜

❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜

❛ i'll take good care of you, i promise. ❜

❛ i'd say you need someone to put you in your place. ❜

❛ so good for me. look how much you came. ❜

❛ i can take care of you. you won't need anyone but me. ❜

❛ it made them hard to see me bleed. just like it's making you hard. ❜

❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

❛ i want to see how pretty you look with your lips around my dick / strap. ❜

❛ i'm simply enjoying the view. it's not every day i get to fuck someone so pretty. ❜

❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜

❛ you came so fast, i barely even touched you. ❜

❛ do what you want, but you'd better make it good or i'll kill you. ❜

❛ as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more. ❜

❛ missed my touch that much, did you? ❜

❛ someone's needy. ❜

❛ you taste like heaven. ❜

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

❛ i'm going to put that mouth of yours to good use. ❜

❛ you're fucking gorgeous like that, spread out like a good boy / girl who just wants to be eaten. ❜

❛ you'll be begging for me by the time i'm through with you. ❜

❛ let me stay like this in you for a little bit. ❜

❛ look at that pretty expression. i always knew you could make one. ❜

❛ was it good for you too? it's never been like that before. you've never been like this before. ❜

❛ is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them? ❜