5/100 Empty.
A gift-drabble for Misumisu because she had writers block... features Angsty Uke!Roth...
I really need to make up my mind whether Genesis' eyes are going to be green or blue in future fics...
Empty
In Hindsight, Perhaps.
The silence, so loud it was deafening, silence that Genesis would never have allowed… if he were here.
The loneliness, so cold late at night, loneliness he would never have known if Genesis had not left.
The pain, so strong it desensitised him from those around him, pain that only one kiss would dissolve.
One kiss from those lips that had once held him captive by such bitter words of love, spoken in the form of rhythmic verses would heal his affliction.
But Sephiroth had heard straight from the lips he craved that their entire relationship meant nothing more than a series of petty fucks. Never before had the General felt so used, so cold meaningless and so… empty.
He wanted to grab Genesis by his shoulders, force him back against the wall and try to get him to remember just why they came together, and not what they had become. However, he found that he couldn't. He had willingly given Genesis the power he craved long ago and left himself vulnerable. The redhead had been his weakness all along - Sephiroth deserved everything he was receiving.
He should have known better than to trust a man whose attitude outweighed that of his beauty.
He should have known better than to fall in love with a man who only truly loved himself.
For so long now he lay in bed, stroking the pillow besides him; the copper strands that streaked across it's soft white surface and the way it still smelt of that spicy cinnamon aroma that followed the redhead where ever he went intoxicated his mind, making everything seem perfect for a moment when he closed his eyes. Although, over time the strands lost their colour, turning to silver and the scent deserted the linens, leaving Sephiroth feeling like there never had been a Genesis; that the hot-blooded redhead was nothing more than a bittersweet dream.
He would sigh and run his hand through his hair while his body cried out for the touch of another's skin; cried out for the euphoria that the boy with stunning blue eyes had shared with him all those years ago.
He had given everything to Genesis and Genesis had taken everything from him.
It seemed only fitting,
He should have known better.
