Monday 17th: prompt = moonlight
white moon
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Sephiroth deep in thought, a clear sky illuminated by a full moon: perfect conditions for giving Genesis the urge to recite some poetry.
A hum on his tongue, Genesis swallowed the space between them. Sephiroth turned at the sound, the moon painting some masterpiece on the General's face. The sumptuous vision made Genesis catch his breath. Sephiroth's lips turned into a slight smile, he heard it.
Genesis chuckled, the smile made the man even more beautiful. The moonlight highlighted his high cheekbones, shadowing the little imperfections and accentuated the darkness of his long lashes.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
Genesis shook his head at the direct question. Sometimes that did bother him a lot before he learned to just let it slide. He came to Sephiroth, a few inches from him and observed the lake the silver-haired had been looking at. The moon reflected fully on it, like a castaway twin sister.
"Well, my heater decided he wasn't going to sleep and left the bed." Genesis touched with the tips of his fingers Sephiroth's arm, careful to any signs of rejection, before sliding an arm around Sephiroth's waist. The General slided an arm around his shoulder in return.
"It isn't cold."
Genesis chuckled and moved so he was embracing entirely Sephiroth. He let his head still heavy from sleep fall on his lover's shoulder.
"It isn't cold, but I wanted to see what you were doing."
Sephiroth nodded, put his head on Genesis and they stayed silent a moment, appreciating the nature around them. Genesis profited from the moment to go through his mental index of poems about the moon, searching the perfect one.
"Taking a week far from ShinRa was a good idea. I am... reposed."
The comment took Genesis by surprise.
"That the goal of holidays, love."
"I was sent away by Lazard."
"Because you didn't want to leave. But these are holidays. In a wonderful place I choose. Telling me you are reposed warm my heart."
"Lazard didn't want you to come; he wanted me to rest."
"And you did!" Genesis backed away from Sephiroth, just enough to look him in the eyes. "Also, I helped him choose the place, I damn well had the right to come."
"He thought you would start fights with me and cancel the goal of this week."
Genesis huffed, "I know what he said. But I'm your lover. I was the best choice to accompany you and force you to relax."
"But we do fight a lot. His concern was understandable."
Genesis rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. But did I picked up fights this week?"
"No. You've been exemplary."
"Great." Genesis put his head back on Sephiroth's shoulder, mentally stomping on his irritation. He felt a cold shiver replace it when Sephiroth removed his arm from his shoulder.
"Why weren't you angry with me even once this week? Is this like in your tele-novella? One of those ploys when a partner seems sweet and perfect only to have some leverage against the other when they are angry."
A hand cut Sephiroth anxious rant. Genesis slid his hand behind Sephiroth's head and pulled a bit so he was to look at him.
"My tele-novellas aren't all filled with unhealthy relationships. Only the bad ones," Genesis mumbled before answering. "I did end up annoyed or sullen with you. I didn't end up enraged, even once, because I started understanding you better, love."
Sephiroth blinked owlishly, "It's been four years we meet."
"I never said I started wanting to understand you right off the bat. I was happy being jealous and swallowing in my supposedly higher moral ground for quite some times." Genesis kissed the confused silver-haired before smiling. "Take your time to accept that. Also, I have a great poem in mind. Pay attention."
He didn't have finished talking that Sephiroth perked up, eyes sparkling. He had a fondness for poetry Genesis had been foolish enough not to take notice for so long.
"La lune blanche
Luit dans les bois ;
De chaque branche
Part une voix
Sous la ramée…
Ô bien-aimée."
Sephiroth hummed, eyes half-lidded gazing into Genesis'. It made the red head smile grow, Sephiroth loved when he recited banoran poems. His cute lover also had a thing for his accent.
"L'étang reflète,
Profond miroir,
La silhouette
Du saule noir
Où le vent pleure…
Rêvons, c'est l'heure."
Sephiroth closed his eyes as Genesis started to rock them side to side in a faux dance.
"Un vaste et tendre
Apaisement
Semble descendre
Du firmament
Que l'astre irise…
C'est l'heure exquise."
Eyes still closed, his forehead on Genesis', Sephiroth made a sound low in his throat, "This is all?"
"I fear it is," Genesis chuckled.
The sound from Sephiroth was more mournful this time. A cold wind made Genesis shiver, the night wasn't cold per se, but he was barefoot and half-naked. He snuggled closer to his overly warm lover.
Genesis yawned into Sephiroth's shoulder, "Are we going back to sleep?"
"Are you declaiming another poem?"
"If we're under the covers, I'll recite until you fall asleep. Deal?"
Telling by Sephiroth's satisfied expression and the way he pulled Genesis back toward the inn: they had a deal.
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translation for non-french speakers:
La lune blanche
La lune blanche
Luit dans les bois ;
De chaque branche
Part une voix
Sous la ramée…
Ô bien-aimée.
L'étang reflète,
Profond miroir,
La silhouette
Du saule noir
Où le vent pleure…
Rêvons, c'est l'heure.
Un vaste et tendre
Apaisement
Semble descendre
Du firmament
Que l'astre irise…
C'est l'heure exquise.
Paul Verlaine, La Bonne Chanson
so a poor translation for you cats!
The white moon
The white moon
Glint in the woods;
From each branch
Goes a voice
Under the canopy...
Ô my beloved
The pond reflect,
The silhouette
of the black willow
where the wind cry...
Dream, it's time.
A vast and tender
calm
seems falling
from the firmament
the sun bathe in colours...
It's the exquisit time.
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