Introduction / No Aphro
He opened his eyes to a ceiling. Not the familiar structures of crystallized Lifestream that had become his constant when he hadn't been looking through the eyes of one of his toys. No. This was -better-. He lifted his hand, flexing his fingers as he noted how much -better- it felt to be within his own skin.
No more ill fitting shells that didn't have a fraction of his power. No more -waiting-.
Pushing to sit up, his long hair pooled around him on the red covers he'd been tucked into, bright eyes inspecting every facet of his new environment. How... hmmm.
He couldn't hear Mother. While on the surface this should be concerning, he was aware she would never -truly- leave him, and every son had his moments of deeply desiring to be left -alone- for a while. Especially when the mother in question simply couldn't seem to fathom that her son was a man and had physical wants.
Shaking his head, he ran his fingers through his hair as he stretched, absently noting his open door before he -reached-.
He was not disappointed, his metal fingers strumming over more than one person that felt of mother. Perfect.
"Come to me."
(OOC: Hello! Have a bit before end of game Sephiroth! He's not a nice man, at all, and is very likely to be rather vicious on several levels. I by no means can guarantee he'll give anyone smexings, but if he decides you're worth considering, you don't get to say no. This -especially- applies to blonds. You've been warned, and anyone is welcome! Oh! And if your character is a SOLDIER or otherwise has Jenova, he's calling for you~)
No more ill fitting shells that didn't have a fraction of his power. No more -waiting-.
Pushing to sit up, his long hair pooled around him on the red covers he'd been tucked into, bright eyes inspecting every facet of his new environment. How... hmmm.
He couldn't hear Mother. While on the surface this should be concerning, he was aware she would never -truly- leave him, and every son had his moments of deeply desiring to be left -alone- for a while. Especially when the mother in question simply couldn't seem to fathom that her son was a man and had physical wants.
Shaking his head, he ran his fingers through his hair as he stretched, absently noting his open door before he -reached-.
He was not disappointed, his metal fingers strumming over more than one person that felt of mother. Perfect.
"Come to me."
(OOC: Hello! Have a bit before end of game Sephiroth! He's not a nice man, at all, and is very likely to be rather vicious on several levels. I by no means can guarantee he'll give anyone smexings, but if he decides you're worth considering, you don't get to say no. This -especially- applies to blonds. You've been warned, and anyone is welcome! Oh! And if your character is a SOLDIER or otherwise has Jenova, he's calling for you~)