46/100: thought. Sephiroth/Genesis
Ahh, my favourite scene...
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Thought
Utopia
Everything was going perfectly to their plan. And that was irritating in itself. It meant he had to wait. Wait for the opportune moment: when Sephiroth was alone, but unfortunately, Angeal's little puppy was following him around like… a little puppy.
A well thought up name indeed...
Genesis didn't let his thoughts linger upon his lost friend. Not now. Not tonight. No matter how much Angeal has pestered him to ask the General to join them in fighting against ShinRa's corruption, he would never have agreed to the redhead's methods; never to this. But Genesis was never one to play fair.
He knew that this was the only way it could work. Any other time, Sephiroth would've completely disregarded his entire argument and tried to convince him to return to Midgar.
Here, in Nibelheim, Sephiroth was at his weakest. And the most deadly part? He didn't even know it. Jenova was subtly, slowly clawing away at the General's mind. She had tried her tricks upon Genesis; he had felt that call for freedom and destruction the second he had entered the village gates, but his need for healing was too great for him to take heed. He would listen to her if he wanted when he was restored back to his former scarlet glory. Only if he wanted to.
Flicking his fringe, with the streaks of unsightly grey, out of his faded eyes, Genesis watched the two SOLDIERs enter the large mako reactor. The Trooper and the girl, it seemed, were to stay outside. Good. Worthless blood need not be spent, especially not the blood of troubled lovers. He closed his eyes and took a breath. A moment… a few moments and he would be healed. Complete once again.
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"My Friend, your desire is the bringer of life, the Gift of the Goddess," He recited the epic poem with a smirk, producing the fated apple from the dark recesses of his jacket.
Victory was assured.
He could see it in Sephiroth's eyes. After all those months of believing he was dead, coming close to crying in that desolate bed that did nothing but mock him with memories of nights long since passed, those eyes were burning solely with yearning.
For now, Sephiroth narrow pink tongue ventured out to wet his lips and that mako green flicked between the purple fruit and what had once been azure. Then, the apple was forgotten all together. The General lunged forwards in a blur of black and silver, grabbing tightly onto the decaying leather of Genesis' jacket, pulling roughly. Dominating. And for all those dark thoughts that still haunted the redhead's mind; all his hatred for this control Sephiroth possessed over him, Genesis melted into his kiss all the same.
Still, the fingers of his right hand were curved tightly around his apple. The left preferred to take the luxury and wander into the silver expanse of silk before his face for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. But Sephiroth had not agreed to join him – to heal him – as long as the purple skin remained virginal.
Although, the General seemed more than happy to supply Genesis with his cells now. Black hands were wandering. With a smirk, Genesis had to mutter that wasn't what he meant by 'sharing', to which Sephiroth coyly replied, "You're complaining?"
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A long exhaled marked the end of the daydream… No. Not a dream, a premonition of what was yet to come. A final smile, Genesis flexed his wing and took to flight.
His victory was assured.
But he was Fate's fool.
