Hang on to the glory at my right hand.
Characters: needsmorefiagra & glorious_mercy
Location: City Plaza
Time: Early Evening { backdated to 18th Oct }
Style: Third person...?
Status: Closed
Freshly revived from a sleep so deep, those first few floundering moments of attempting to reclaim himself before the one responsible for those unending nightmares had found him once more. A chance meeting, was it? Did such an occurrence even exist in his life, his world, where the other was concerned? Of course not. Fate continued to play its game, moving as it always had, manipulating places, faces and hearts to dance to whatever melody it desired. And those concerned where entangled, bound forever and doomed to play characters on the stage that was life. Therefore it was no surprise or even shock that graced his handsome features when that unforgettable baritone had him almost wanting to hurl his SFC, as it pleasantly assaulted his senses.
And even across worlds, it seemed, between spaces far and wide - they would continue to find each other. It was something he had long since come to regard as a blessing - and a curse. Sephiroth would haunt him always, and as brilliant as his mind was, Genesis couldn't ever imagine it being any other way. Or ever wanting it to. Not that he had a choice in the matter ... They were forever bound to one another, their circle spinning into infinity. Life and death ceased to hold all meaning. After all, at one time or another, they had each felt the brush of the curtain. They had each fallen through. They would each come back. One way or another.
Back in the present, Vatheon was a colourful bustle of activity. An almost fairy-tale city caught in a magic bubble deep in the ocean. It was a breath of fresh air from the world of dreary blue he'd been caught up in before his arrival. The scents, the sights and sounds were all very welcome and Genesis took his time as he strolled along the quaint streets towards his destination; the city plaza. He had mildly tried to think back to a time when he'd strolled through a city in his own world like this, but found that he was unable to. That degradation had blotted out almost everything, the life he had before his world had been turned upside down. And even now, he could only vaguely recall a few aspects. A simpler time when thoughts about Sephiroth didn't lead directly to bloodshed. A time when thoughts of Angeal didn't make him feel so hollow.
Coming to a halt in the very center of the plaza, Genesis observed the surrounding area with a cool gaze, elegantly leaning against a wall and folding his arms across his chest. Amidst the flurry of activity, he held still as a statue, lashes lowering slightly, seemingly lost in thought.
To reclaim what had once been lost...
And there, he waited.
Location: City Plaza
Time: Early Evening { backdated to 18th Oct }
Style: Third person...?
Status: Closed
Freshly revived from a sleep so deep, those first few floundering moments of attempting to reclaim himself before the one responsible for those unending nightmares had found him once more. A chance meeting, was it? Did such an occurrence even exist in his life, his world, where the other was concerned? Of course not. Fate continued to play its game, moving as it always had, manipulating places, faces and hearts to dance to whatever melody it desired. And those concerned where entangled, bound forever and doomed to play characters on the stage that was life. Therefore it was no surprise or even shock that graced his handsome features when that unforgettable baritone had him almost wanting to hurl his SFC, as it pleasantly assaulted his senses.
And even across worlds, it seemed, between spaces far and wide - they would continue to find each other. It was something he had long since come to regard as a blessing - and a curse. Sephiroth would haunt him always, and as brilliant as his mind was, Genesis couldn't ever imagine it being any other way. Or ever wanting it to. Not that he had a choice in the matter ... They were forever bound to one another, their circle spinning into infinity. Life and death ceased to hold all meaning. After all, at one time or another, they had each felt the brush of the curtain. They had each fallen through. They would each come back. One way or another.
Back in the present, Vatheon was a colourful bustle of activity. An almost fairy-tale city caught in a magic bubble deep in the ocean. It was a breath of fresh air from the world of dreary blue he'd been caught up in before his arrival. The scents, the sights and sounds were all very welcome and Genesis took his time as he strolled along the quaint streets towards his destination; the city plaza. He had mildly tried to think back to a time when he'd strolled through a city in his own world like this, but found that he was unable to. That degradation had blotted out almost everything, the life he had before his world had been turned upside down. And even now, he could only vaguely recall a few aspects. A simpler time when thoughts about Sephiroth didn't lead directly to bloodshed. A time when thoughts of Angeal didn't make him feel so hollow.
Coming to a halt in the very center of the plaza, Genesis observed the surrounding area with a cool gaze, elegantly leaning against a wall and folding his arms across his chest. Amidst the flurry of activity, he held still as a statue, lashes lowering slightly, seemingly lost in thought.
To reclaim what had once been lost...
And there, he waited.