A Hundred Glimpses Of Fire And Ice

by xLabyrinthine

The fire melts the ice, which in turn drowns the fire before vaporizing, leaving nothing in its wake. Perhaps they were simply not meant to be together; perhaps fate had doomed them from the very beginning. But Sephiroth and Genesis couldn't help loving each other anyway.

14. Smile

"Come on, Seph!" Genesis said with a very much annoyed scowl on his pretty face. "I want a picture of your for my desk!"

"And." Sephiroth stated evenly as he looked into the camera lens. "I said you could take one."

"Yes, but..." Genesis whined childishly. "I didn't you know would be so bitchy about it!"

Sephiroth spluttered with indignation. "What?! I'm sitting here like you asked me, letting you take a photo of me! In what manner is that being... bitchy?" He glared at his redheaded lover, who just deepened his scowl right back at him.

"Sephiroth." Genesis deadpanned. "You're supposed to smile when your lover is photographing you."

Sephiroth imminently looked deeply scandalized. "I will do no such thing!" he protested heatedly. "Besides, don't you want a picture that reminds you of me?"

"Well, I'm sorry that I don't want to work with my lover frowning icily at me all day!" Genesis spat out, stomping his heel onto the floor childishly.

"Well..." Sephiroth said, still glaring at his beloved. "There is only one way to settle this then."

"Angeal." they both said at the same time, narrowing their eyes at each other.