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[furorimperator]

Who: a_general_chaos, angealistic, arroventato
When: Shortly after this conversation.
Where: Beach
Rating: PG
Summary: SOLDIERS can't remember...

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[angealistic]

Angeal had come on time, and he was wearing his island gifted wear, still his Buster Sword to his back. Couldn't be unprepared, in an obviously moody island.

His heavy feet came to stand next to Sephiroth, and he looked out on the great sea, it was still beautiful. A dark alluring taunt, it was though. For the price of enjoying the benefits of the daylight came to reap in payments at night. There was much to be anxious for, but that sort of attitude would wear one down. So he remained calm and susceptive and complied, of course, to his dear friend who called him out of his cabin to talk.

[furorimperator]

"What do you remember, Angeal?"

No opening pleasantries, simply business as always. Sephiroth knew the island could turn on them at any time, and he'd had to be caught out of doors. Again. But the niggle in his brain was making him uncertain, and he couldn't have that. His sanity was questionable at the best of times.

"About Midgar, I mean."

He didn't turn to look at his brother; he didn't have to. He knew that face, knew those wise eyes better than he knew the face that gazed back from him in the mirror. And for that, he was indeed thankful.

For he'd be lost and adrift should he lose it.

[angealistic]

Too many things, but it wasn't Midgar that brought him to think of their world, of their Gaia. It was the people, the smells, the gentle touch of a running breeze. The sound of laughter, to the sound of a drunken slur shared between him and his closest friends. The sights of smiles, and the wetness of tears from fingertips to lips

[furorimperator]

Sephiroth sighed, shaking his head against Angeal's quiet touch. "More than that, Angeal," he said finally. "Little details...small things."

Exquisite MAKO eyes lifted from their perusal of the sand and met those of vivid blue, uncertainty clouding the cyan hues for one of the very few times in his entire existence.

"I can't remember, Angeal. I can't remember...what color the walls of Lazard's office were. And I should be able to recall at least that."

An ironic snort. "But the more I dwell on it, the fuzzier the image becomes. I know, Lazard's wallpaper is a trivial thing, but...it's not just that, Angeal."

And there was his true fear. Bare for those eyes only to see.

[angealistic]

The hand slipped from the shoulder and he stepped back, his arms crossing over his chest and he felt his brows raise as his eyes fell

[furorimperator]

"Banora," Sephiroth supplied absently, wondering why in all hells he could remember that but little else. But Midgar...was slowly becoming a blank.

Was this an aftereffect of that candy? The chocolate had indeed been revolting, but the hard candy, those "Jolly Ranch" candies had been irresistible.

Sephiroth shook his head and sighed, pushing silver hair away from his face and rubbing at his cheek in irritation.

[arroventato]

The 'fashionably late' card was, perhaps, one of Genesis' favorite cards to play for ensuring that maximum attention was paid to him, and had become something of a subconscious habit. He'd grown incredibly used to being desired, fawned over and objectified by not only his public, but the Shinra company itself, so why not play to it? Why not give them what they wanted every now and then? He blossomed in the limelight and he thrived on exposure ...

But this was not Midgar. Here, Genesis had no one to impress. No one to look at him, look through him, and see only the radiance of the unattainable. A wry smile curved plush lips as he crossed the sands to where his two comrades were stood in conversation; no, he only had these two, who knew him too well to think him unattainable. They knew him far too well to fawn over him, and goodness knows, they would never objectify him.

-Perhaps, every now and then, Genesis liked being an object. Perhaps he wanted to feel unbreakable

Mil, feel free to jump in anywhere, lovie. ^^

[furorimperator]

It was a consterned look indeed Sephiroth shot Genesis' way, but he sighed and shook his head nevertheless.

"A mission? Genesis, please." Turning to face both of his brothers, the silver general glanced from one to the other, noting the small obscurities that clouded the once-familiar eyes, his heart sinking to realize that both of them were experiencing the same questionability as he.

But of the scarlet fiend he inquired, "What do you remember of Midgar, Genesis?"

[arroventato]

"Midgar?" The word rolled from the tip of Genesis' tongue with the ease of familiarity; he knew it, he definitely knew it, but ...

"Our home?" He tried carefully, even though it sounded about right. "I remember oppressive grey towers, and thick, toxic smog. I remember ... glass panels ... never enough glass panels ..." Murmuring softly, more to himself than to Sephiroth, Genesis turned his attention towards the sea and lifted a hand in salutation to natural magnificence. "Nothing like this. Endless offices, endless orders, and endless rules and regulations." He chuckled, lowering his lashes for a moment before turning back to Sephiroth wearing an expression of lazy amusement.

"It almost seems a shame to go back. I doubt that my parents-"

And then he faltered, words failing him as he searched for the natural end to his sentence. His parents? Why, he couldn't recall their names nor faces ... nor his family home. Where memories should have been, there was nothing.