Who: Zack Fair (
i_love_squats) and Sephiroth (
saner_sephiroth)
When: Backdated to shortly after
this.
Where: Seph’s starter apartment.
Format: Paragraph.
What: Zack comes by for a visit. Not with Welcome To The Neighborhood cookies, though.
Warnings: Grrrr-ness.
(
Finally, brother, after awhile, the battle will be over. )
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And that frustrated him, too, when he remembered what it was like to look up to someone like Sephiroth, to feel that awe of just being in his presence. What a great man he had been once. What a great man he could still be… if it was before Nibelheim. What was that famous saying? Timing was everything? And it was never truer than now.
Zack stepped into the apartment, keeping Sephiroth in his line of sight at all times. At his side, his fingers curled, unfurled, then curled again, trying to keep loose, trying to keep ready. Seph was so much faster, so much stronger than he looked, and Zack remembered a bitter defeat that transitioned into something almost worse ( ... )
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It helped that he trusted his friend. After everything that had happened that might have been foolish of him, but there you were.
The general didn't say a word, simply closed the door behind Zack and strode into the living room. Masamune was resting against the corner like a twisted parody of an umbrella. Having only just arrived the apartment looked pretty much like any of the others, except for the fact that he'd already shuffled all the furniture around so that his back was never to a window or door. Some habits never really die.
"You, the Vice-President, Kunsel, and a Turk," Sephiroth rattled off casually as he slid into a lounge chair near the door. In spite of the opportunity to slouch, his posture was picture-perfect as always. "And...a copy." This last was said with a hint of trepidation, as he certainly hadn't made such an abomination and couldn't quite reason out ( ... )
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