65/100: Join. Sephiroth/Genesis
I'm an evil, lazy person I know. Also a very forgetful one. I totally thought that I uploaded this ages ago... I didn't, it seems.

Disclaimer - None of these characters are mine. Sue me if you wish, you'll just get a handful of pumpkin seeds. And they're not even magic ones...


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Watch and Learn

"It won't be hard. Genesis is easy to understand," Angeal had announced confidently, smiling and laying an encouraging hand upon his shoulder.

Foolishly, Sephiroth had believed him. Of course Genesis was easy to understand… for Angeal. He had grown up with the man, seen and evolved with him and… all those other things that humans do to interact with each other.

Sephiroth hadn't. It was that mystery, the unpredictable fire that burned inside Genesis that had grasped the young SOLDIER's attention and threatened to never let go. Strangely, it was a nice feeling; one that he could easily get used to, despite his socially inept nature.

But when those enchanting blue eyes were staring up at him in feline curiosity, too bright to go well with the mottled half-grey of the SOLDIER uniform he wore, all the carefully constructed words, lines and phrases flittered out of his mind like evanescent vapour. He was left a stammering mess.

The poetry he had read in an attempt to please and impress the futile redhead now only hindered him. Thoughts of how the rising sun would look against golden skin; the moonlight shimmering in cinnamon hair that he longed to run his fingers through flew teasingly, like butterflies through his mind. To voice these thoughts would make the older teenager laugh, surely. He would laugh as Hojo had laughed upon entering the lab to find his charge reading a collection of poems famous for their deep meaning; raw emotions of devotion, love and passion. What were such feelings, abstract and intangible, to a man like himself?

Genesis seemed to understand the simple concepts, Sephiroth knew nothing escaped his mind, no matter how coy he acted. Above all, in the years the two teens had been in acquaintance, Sephiroth had found that Genesis' natural tongue – aside from his sophisticated, rich verse – was interaction without words. A glance or smile was all the reprimand or gratification needed for him. This fascinated Sephiroth, a man of contemplation, solitude and curtness, and he watched avidly, deciphering and learning.

Blue eyes were still staring up at him in an almost patient way – though such a quality was hard to identify and associate in the eyes of someone so mercurial. Sephiroth wasn't sure how long such a virtue would last. Wasting time thinking, daydreaming, was dangerous.

"Speech means little to him in this way. He need something a little more… direct."

Biting his lip and glancing around – thankful he'd been smart enough to make his move on Genesis in the privacy of his own, albeit shared with Angeal, dorm – Sephiroth raised a shaking hand, near faltering in both strength and intention, to ever-so-lightly stroke the very tips of his gloved fingers over vibrant crimson hair.

And Genesis exploded like a supernova. His eyes widened initially, in the surprise of the contact then he smiled, the blue darkening and he reciprocated the gesture. His hands were more confident, more demanding, more… Genesis.

"And after that… just hold on."