Scientists & Soldiers
Characters: no_hometown & urbanwonderland, closed
Date: backdated to the evening of May 29th
Summary: Following this thread, Sephiroth & Reeve have a talk.
Warnings: Sephiroth tends to talk frankly about sex. Other than that, just mature adults having a mature conversation. Maturely.
Sephiroth thinks of the small house as Reeve's residence. She has never truly had a home, so it is difficult for her to think of any place as being hers. It does not matter a great deal to her where she is quartered, as long as her basic needs are met. The only reason she did not decide to reside in her headquarters was the fact that it had seemed so oddly empty without any of the people who were meant to be there.
It is Reeve's residence, then, that is dark and quiet, at least until the door opens and the light is turned on. Then Faremis stirs, the mechanical creature hurrying toward the door and Sephiroth like a pet dog. She does not address the robot, but she leans down to touch it, her fingertips skimming its metal surface.
She turns to Reeve, her tone as casual as if nothing unusual had happened that night. "Would you like some tea?" She knows how fond Reeve is of tea.
Date: backdated to the evening of May 29th
Summary: Following this thread, Sephiroth & Reeve have a talk.
Warnings: Sephiroth tends to talk frankly about sex. Other than that, just mature adults having a mature conversation. Maturely.
Sephiroth thinks of the small house as Reeve's residence. She has never truly had a home, so it is difficult for her to think of any place as being hers. It does not matter a great deal to her where she is quartered, as long as her basic needs are met. The only reason she did not decide to reside in her headquarters was the fact that it had seemed so oddly empty without any of the people who were meant to be there.
It is Reeve's residence, then, that is dark and quiet, at least until the door opens and the light is turned on. Then Faremis stirs, the mechanical creature hurrying toward the door and Sephiroth like a pet dog. She does not address the robot, but she leans down to touch it, her fingertips skimming its metal surface.
She turns to Reeve, her tone as casual as if nothing unusual had happened that night. "Would you like some tea?" She knows how fond Reeve is of tea.