Tuesday 18th : prompt = senses
strain to the senses
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Genesis couldn't fathom how people could confound Sephiroth with a predator going so far as saying he was the apex predator of all predators. It made the redhead quietly laugh. That Sephiroth could kill wasn't interesting. Predators hunted and ate you because they needed it. If given the choice, Sephiroth would settle down in a quiet place and live. Obviously Sephiroth was the strongest man alive, the apex homo sapiens, but you could avoid him. It was easy with how he made your senses buzz.
Sephiroth smell was off, making you want to run away or stay to find what ressembled it the most. The combination of leather and metal? Or maybe some exotic shampoo clashing with his perfume? It drove Genesis crazy not to be able to put a name on it.
His stupid hair made him stand out in a crowd or in a forest. Genesis spotted him with only a glance now and sometimes the shiny hair even hurt his eyes. Sephiroth wasn't even discreet. He breathed loudly, walked with even louder boots and his little sword of his own whistled when he waved it around. Again, strong but not silent. His long periods of muteness didn't cancel those others sounds he made.
Sephiroth was a strain to your senses. If your were enhanced, you were fucked. That's why Sephiroth made so little friends. And the fact he was weird on others points too.
Genesis sometimes wondered how he managed to stay in the same room as the man. Being near Sephiroth always created a strange nervosity in him, not the kind that happened face to face with an animal ready to jump on you because you smelled delicious. It was more being itchy, flushed and needing to know who made you feel that way. Because of that Genesis kept staring a lot at Sephiroth, even if his stupid lucious hair hurt his eyes when under a direct light.
He was also weird to kiss. His taste was beyond any comparison Genesis could do and he had words. The more extensive vocabulary of all the SOLDIERs or ShinRa employees considered. Genesis traveled a lot, wasn't against testing new thing and still couldn't put a word on Sephiroth's taste. Another thing making him go crazy.
That's why Genesis kissed him a lot. You started once and then were consumed by the need to find a descriptive about this taste.
Genesis didn't like kissing Sephiroth. He was just curious.
Touching Sephiroth wasn't more normal. He felt like sandpaper sometimes. Angeal always scoffed and told Genesis this was crazy. Genesis agreed. But it didn't change the fact that an annoyed or angry Sephiroth wasn't agreeable to hug.
An happy Sephiroth, that, that was a pleasant experience. Skin smooth and warm, almost vibrating. Everybody would prefer this kind of Sephiroth. It was logical to work for it, Genesis wasn't doing things so Sephiroth would be in a good mood. He was doing romantics acts, random act of kindness, only so he would have a pleasant friend to hug, not a sandpapery one. There was a difference. If he managed to do it enough for Sephiroth to consider him as a lover, Genesis wasn't going to complain. Although it meant more time touching Sephiroth, so more time spent trying to keep him joyful or at least at peace.
Genesis was glad Sephiroth was so easy to please. Or he was so good it felt easy. More like this.
Like right now, a sappy movie, his stomach full and Genesis's fingers carding through the metallic strands of hair made Sephiroth a cuddly SOLDIER. He was no more solid than a ball of fluffy yarn. He melted, laying on Genesis. Who would pretend he was a predator like that? Not forgetting his intoxicating smell embalming the room and his weird breathing sounding a lot like a purr.
Anyway, Sephiroth wasn't a predator, Genesis decided. He sure was something. Something that lured you into working for his well-being rather than using you as a snack.
