They say the Devil's Water, it ain't so sweet - You don't have to drink right now.

[puisne_turk]

Who: Elena, Sephiroth, Vega, Kira, & the Remnants
When:A day after Sephiroth trains with Vega
Location: Mines, North Corel
Rating: PG-13 (possibly worse with language?)
Summary: The people of Corel are ripe for the picking, so Sephiroth and his entourage intend to start collecting some additional recruits for their purpose. And what better way to

Comments

As usual you don't give yourself the credit due! <small>missed you</small> <3

[sephiroth_san]

To begin with Sephiroth had partly looked away from Elena as her tiny words of disagreement withered away as he had wanted them to. His gaze was drawn back to the town and the sunlight which chased it's shadows away, mind racing more about how to start his little conquest than having to deal with Elena's foundation-less arguments.

Elena didn't silence though, she carried on with a torrent headed by two words. Mother. Displeased. That in itself was the entire reason he hadn't disposed of Elena when he'd first come to his senses in the caves. Elena's 'uses' had been Sephiroth's own cap on his anger at her, at his outrage that against all logic a Turk was selected to be one of his escorts. At Mother's persuasion she had shown perhaps what one of those uses could be, and though Sephiroth was keenly aware of how strange that evening had been he harbored no regret. She could deny it to herself and to him as much as she liked it didn't change the heightened moment of release they had- shared?

"Don't patronize me." Sephiroth's tone was lower and more dangerous than he had let come across before. He dropped his folded arms then and flicked one wrist down towards the ground. Shimmering, though cool blue fire was summoned as if out of Sephiroth's own anger and caressed it's way around the leather glove he wore. Sephiroth savored for a moment the energy he felt in this flame before he took a bold step towards Elena, in a flash gripping his whole hand around her upper arm.

He allowed the blue fire with no heat to flicker against Elena's jacket and a moment later Sephiroth willed this energy of his to bypass physical boundaries. Keeping eyes firmly on Elena's flickering amber/green gems, using his strength to pretty much hold her upright he willed this fire to rip through every infected cell Elena possessed. He would search every darkest memory or thought she had and drag it into the corporeal world, surely he had enough influence on her now. To make it REAL, like he'd made her knees buckle before him that day after.

"Corel is not ready yet." Sephiroth's eyes moved to the largest of Elena's inky black marks, across her cheek. Eyes focused on the near-weeping skin as it started to swell, he seemed to be enjoying this. Dragging out all the darkness within the blonde.