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Characters: pure-lineage + OPEN
Location: Communal area.
Rating: PG
Time: Morning. 11th of Oct.
Description: Sephiroth’s brooding over the 'theft' of the photo. Trying to regain control of his thoughts and emotions, he leaves from his apartment and takes to the street to help clear his mind.
He hadn’t slept throughout the night. That was something he couldn’t bring himself to do with all things considered. Sephiroth knew well that it had been Kuroro who had entered his sanctuary the night before last, and despite the growing sense of trust towards the meister, he couldn't stop the feeling of violation he felt at the notion of another entering his area without permission.
Sephiroth’s gaze moved over the city stretching out in front of him as those thoughts drifted through his mind. The entire debacle had not been only a mockery of his skills and abilities, but that of Cloud’s newly healed emotional scars as well when the photo had gone missing. That, to the ex-General, was completely intolerable and something more than deserving of punishment. It had been difficult, but he’d held himself back from acting on his desire to punish... regardless of how tempting it had be.
The moon light filtered down on the city as he remained quietly standing out on the balcony. Sephiroth much preferred the days of darkness, for it was something he felt far more comfortable in. It was, in a sense, something far more suited to his tastes. It was an odd though, considering that prior to Nibelheim he simply had no preference over one or the other, and yet now he found himself lured towards the days the moon presided over.
Slowly, the wing on his back emerged from his right shoulder as his attention shifted down to the street blow. Cloud was already out finishing off the remainder of his exercises, and he felt little desire to remain in the apartment any longer than necessary without his meister present. He needed time to think, and he couldn’t very well do that where he was.
His wing stretched out wide, and without hesitation, Sephiroth leapt over the edge of the balcony. The feathery appendage caught the wind within the thick plumes and gracefully carried him down to the near-empty streets below. He landed easily enough and tucked the wing back against his right side before beginning to make his way down the street.
Location: Communal area.
Rating: PG
Time: Morning. 11th of Oct.
Description: Sephiroth’s brooding over the 'theft' of the photo. Trying to regain control of his thoughts and emotions, he leaves from his apartment and takes to the street to help clear his mind.
He hadn’t slept throughout the night. That was something he couldn’t bring himself to do with all things considered. Sephiroth knew well that it had been Kuroro who had entered his sanctuary the night before last, and despite the growing sense of trust towards the meister, he couldn't stop the feeling of violation he felt at the notion of another entering his area without permission.
Sephiroth’s gaze moved over the city stretching out in front of him as those thoughts drifted through his mind. The entire debacle had not been only a mockery of his skills and abilities, but that of Cloud’s newly healed emotional scars as well when the photo had gone missing. That, to the ex-General, was completely intolerable and something more than deserving of punishment. It had been difficult, but he’d held himself back from acting on his desire to punish... regardless of how tempting it had be.
The moon light filtered down on the city as he remained quietly standing out on the balcony. Sephiroth much preferred the days of darkness, for it was something he felt far more comfortable in. It was, in a sense, something far more suited to his tastes. It was an odd though, considering that prior to Nibelheim he simply had no preference over one or the other, and yet now he found himself lured towards the days the moon presided over.
Slowly, the wing on his back emerged from his right shoulder as his attention shifted down to the street blow. Cloud was already out finishing off the remainder of his exercises, and he felt little desire to remain in the apartment any longer than necessary without his meister present. He needed time to think, and he couldn’t very well do that where he was.
His wing stretched out wide, and without hesitation, Sephiroth leapt over the edge of the balcony. The feathery appendage caught the wind within the thick plumes and gracefully carried him down to the near-empty streets below. He landed easily enough and tucked the wing back against his right side before beginning to make his way down the street.