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Who: Sephiroth( rectifythis) and Aerith( curatia)
What: Bomb crisis aftermath and crises of a different sort…
Where: Undisclosed location in the fields surrounding the city.
When: Some time after Aerith’s last entry.

( Guileless son, your spirit will hate her… )

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[curatia]

She had learnt very early on not to cross the line this stranger had put between them as soon as his gloved hands had come in contact with her. Almost as soon as she had been kidnapped Aerith had been lost within her mind somewhere, however she had a faint understanding of what was happening. Thankfully he didn't seem the talkative type and had remained silent. She didn't have to put up a defiant act despite being scared out of her wits. He hadn't touched her in a way that made her uncomfortable, he hadn't done anything except carry her to where ever they were now. He was actually somewhat courteous, which unnerved her all the more

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Even now, she played her part as if it were a delicate, yet simple science, and Sephiroth hated the softness of her voice, her mannerisms ... the softness of her in general. It made him want to do terrible things to roughen her up a bit, dirty that demure purity, and perhaps make a rather disturbing gift out of her, as well. All this and more drew a grisly host of rapidly conceived fantasies that would have been too easy to carry out. Visions behind his eyes were speckled with more than just blood and gore, but that latent desire to arouse discomfort, to experiment with different lines of conquering in this fairly simple scheme where it became less about the taking, but more about the breaking

[curatia]

His eyes scared her the most. So similar to her own...yet so different. They flashed with a myriad of emotions, most of which Aerith didn't know how to begin to try to understand. She couldn't see anything but utter hatred and anger in this person, yet she didn't know what to do about it. He didn't seem like the type to accept a hug from an unsuspecting teenaged hostage. Sitting there idle in the long grass seemed about the only thing she could do. She hadn't done anything to him, right? Why had he just taken her like this

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Defiance