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Who: Sephiroth ( rectifythis ) and Angeal ( divigate )
What: Bonding of potentially dangerous proportions, idek.
Where: Where, indeed. I mean. The plains outside the city.
When: Backdated a couple of days, because I’m fat. ♥
It went without saying that unleashing his aggression had been a rather therapeutic process. That girl was lucky. All of those fools were lucky. So far, he hadn’t needed to kill anyone in order to see prize winning results. His mediums were unfair, even without the sword, but they did reap the more gratifying results. Under normal circumstances, things might have been different. Under normal circumstances, he would have never been in the situation of having to examine whether or not he wanted to take the same victim twice. Under normal circumstances, perhaps he wouldn’t indulge in these games he played, for there was never time enough for them.
But these weren’t normal circumstances, were they? What else could explain this forthcoming tryst with a friend long gone? Honestly, Sephiroth found it truly miraculous that Angeal could still think to come to him in search of insight. Had no one told him of his transgressions? Did he not care? … No. That wasn’t like Angeal at all. He cared about things like honor, truth, and amity. He cared about getting to the bottom of things, about knowing both sides of every story, about mediating situations that were probably better left alone. He cared. Maybe he cared too much, and maybe it was going to land him in a world of trouble, and maybe Sephiroth felt distantly guilty in this attempt to poison the most stable foundation from his former life.
It felt a lot like spitting on a gift.
-But then he got over it.
If anything, he was making a sound investment. There was no denying that he was very interested in keeping Angeal’s good graces. Perhaps the odd circumstance of him being here was a blessing to the rest of them, because no matter how different things were, it was only a matter of time before Sephiroth’s “games” became increasingly more serious. Actually…there was probably no stopping that. Angeal was simply buying them wonderful time and Sephiroth would bide his very carefully.
When it came down to it, there was only one way this could end, despite the many possible outcomes of whatever he should say. But if Sephiroth didn’t have his way, there could be problems. Dangerous problems. The fact that he didn’t want to hurt Angeal and hadn’t even thought about it, really, wouldn’t necessarily stop him from doing something out of line if things went awry. … Yet some part of him was expecting it. Sephiroth saw the hidden snags and snares in this operation, had to anticipate the highly likely possibility that, yes, this could very easily turn ugly.
He’d rather it didn’t.
Maybe he was being unnecessarily hopeful himself. Angeal did that sort of thing to people. Even now. Still, Sephiroth was convinced that he knew better than to trust it too much. People changed all the time, didn’t they? Maybe it was something else, though. Maybe he had higher expectations. Even now. He couldn’t help wondering how much it would take for Angeal to turn on him. Would it be easy…? He couldn’t help wanting to test it, either, which brought them to where they were now. Or where they were going, whether they were ready for it or not.
Lately, he’d taken to wandering the city limits. Ever since he first brought her out here for an impromptu evacuation and interrogation, Sephiroth found a certain solace in being out there. It was nothing worth thinking about, just a matter of being alone in a wide open space. The grass was somewhat tall when he set out deep, almost licking the knees, but he sifted through it today with the same lack of urgency in his step as usual. He stopped as a breeze swept through the grasses, closing his eyes against it momentarily as he drew a deep breath.
Angeal would be here soon …
He hoped for the best, but there were no guarantees.
And it was time to see … just how far old camaraderie would take them.