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❝ AND IN 𝑹𝑬𝑫 I DROWN.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑂𝐹 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝐷𝐸𝑀𝐼𝑆𝐸.
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𝔖 – 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑳. 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐸𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐴𝐻. –– nsfw. literate. 25+ (written by isa)
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- "Is that not what's keeping you here? To protect these pitiful beings..?"
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- corner of Reno's lips. And he kisses him again. And again. Hips rocking in between the younger's legs, body pressing him against the mattress as lips part for air.
In the quiet of the night, shared breathing and bodies, it almost seems as if Sephiroth is still humane. -
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- and traces his lower lip wantonly.
"Death will not come for you until I wish it. As long as you stay in my arms, you shall live... How many times must I repeat this? Or is it a figurative death? Because what I see is a man who is existing in my absence. Not alive." he warns, kissing at the -
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- towards him. But Reno's eyes on him, they fuelled's the man's own desire and possessiveness. He wanted those eyes on him, keening just like this. And struggling with conflict as Reno now was only made him more beautiful.
How fragile his sharp edged turk could be for him.
One hand cups his face -
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Sephiroth's large hands trail up the turk's pale skin, tracing every scar, every freckle as he rises his shirt, riding him off it under the moonlight. A spectacle just for the fallen angel.
Watched and wanted ever since a young man, the imposing general had always ignored the desire of others -
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tempts once more before robbing a kiss from his lips, both large hands grasping at his hips to drag him against his centre. Gaze darkens with desire and possessiveness.
"Leave with me and I will reconsider burning down this entire city."
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against the windows' side, shadowing his features from the moon's reflected light.
"What holds you so firmly to this place...?" serpent gaze searches the younger's as he hovers him, clothed waists pressing together. His hand moves to grab at the bend of his knee.
"Leave with me, red." he -
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Reno is comfort amid the storm. And he is not willing to open hand of it.
"You don't know because you constantly fight it... You fight against being more... seeing beyond..." he mutters, free hand roaming up his side to his chest, memorising every contour as silver strands cascade -
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But with enough patience he shall make his lover understand that he too is not quite living until he takes his side. Until he accepts his salvation.
Lips run down the redhead's cheek to his neck, kissing with familiarity and breathing in the scent that always brings him solace. -
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There's an eerie serenity to Sephiroth's gaze as he watches the younger. Despite how deeply his presence may shake the foundations of his very being, Reno's wishes to save him will not come to fruition. He does not wish to be saved. He has never felt so alive as he does now. -
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- Deep alluring tone as he rises his shoulders, firm arm around the other's middle only to flip them around with ease, pinning Reno on the mattress instead.
He grasped his wrists, sliding them above his head with only one hand, the other grasping at his jaw.
"Would you have wished I took you?"
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- the seraph's kisses are gentle when their lips meet, groan escaping and smile blooming at the bite to his lip.
"The blood you shed for me was for your freedom. I gave you the choice to turn against me when you learned of the truth and did not choose to leave with me. Have you regretted it?" -
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- and with serpent eyes never leaving those beautiful sad blues, Sephiroth removes his gloves, warm bare pale fingers gracing the damaged skin before covering it entirely with his palm.
Mine, he mutters. A reminder that Reno will always be his, even if he chooses not to.
Unlike the younger, -
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- by his feelings no matter how much he must bleed for the seraph. And Sephiroth relishes in the certainty.
"I have not left. You have stayed." he counters, tone deep as the boy guides his touch to scarred skin, allowing him to hear the rough edges against smooth leather. He can't feel it though, -
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Shoulders bounce down onto the mattress when he's shoved and lips part, fighting a smirk as he watches the younger's barren frustration.
Twisted heart and mind can only feed on the certainty that Reno's anguish comes from a place of love. He's nothing but desperate for his company. Still blinded -
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- "Do you wish to kill who I am for the sake of your dreams? Should I cut my wing for you, red? Allow them to leash me and destroy this planet?"
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- Under those who kept my mother... me.. prisoners." anger blooms in his chest, sharpening his words as he holds the turk more possessively. Demanding.
"Do you wish to imprison me as well?" tone deep and barely above a whisper, it reaches Reno's earlobe with hot breathing, sensual and intimate. -
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"You are my home." his words are heavy in its intent. Warm and manipulative as always, his poison thickens for the redhead only as he is the only one who indeed knows all his weaknesses. The man behind the monster.
"I have returned home. To you. But not the lie you wish for. Under ShinRa. -
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- to me. I am the only one that knows the true you. Only with me can you be yourself... Do you not miss that as well...? Just say yes. Do not wonder what I will say."
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"You put words in my mouth, red. Come with me. Do not linger on possibilities... There is much of the world you can see away from the shackles of your captors... In my arms." voice not above a purr, tongue tasting the skin.
"That instinct to bare your fangs yet you know you're at peace belonging -
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Sephiroth sighs heavily against the younger's neck, breathing him in and relishing in his warmth and scent. Like a drowning man finding shore, he is able to breathe once again, his grip tightening on Reno's frame.
So frail and exposed, the simplicity of the turk only beckons the seraph closer. -
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/ Sephiroth:
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- must not suffer with such pain no longer..."
It comes only at the expense of leaving everyone else as an open target.
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- no stranger but it might as well be with his growing absences.
"You're the one insisting on wanting me home... When you know home has burnt to the ground." he replies, lips finding the expanse of the red's neck to trace it before starting to kiss the skin.
"Leave with me. Join me and you -
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Serpent gaze runs down the young man's neck to his body with a quiet desire before he's grasping him by the hip, the hand on his throat dropping down to a thigh to manhandle him onto his lap.
Every movement precise and commanding, he moves Reno in a familiar demanding way. Sephiroth's passion is -
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Perhaps it is time to free yourself of such loyalty that erases your true feelings.
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- Reno.
"And yet you choose to belong with those who have attempted to play god, robbing it from what truly was divine. Destroying the planet and numerous lives. Even yours right at this moment." sighing through his nose, Sephiroth cups the redhead's neck.
"Tell me, red. Is it worth it?"
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"/You/ are." he corrects, tone deep and barely above a whisper. A rumble of thunder that fills the quiet of the room and the uncertainty of Reno's presence. Unlike the Turk, Sephiroth is unwavering and his certainty and warmth fills the darkness. He wonders if even as executor, he brings solace to -
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- one who had bled by his making.
"Such blind faith and devotion..." he sighs as he traces a thumb over Reno's lower lip, chasing those icy blues in the dark. "And yet you still wish to chain me back into this prison."
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Sephiroth moves as gracefully as a dancer when he turns more to the redhead, no matter how strong and imposing.
The touches serve as a green light that allow him to lean closer and hands that could break with ease are gentle as they cup Reno's cheek.
How endearing to hear such devotion from the -
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/ not all psychopaths are serial killers but all serial killers are psychopaths kind of deal. he really had the perfect ingredients to become a monster, his story is so sad. he had so many emotions as a kid and even in crisis core and its unnerving how all of that is non existent after
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- does.
"I wished to be near you."
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Looking down the other's frame he snorts deeply, smirk pulling at his lips before gloved hands are swiftly removed.
"Hope is nothing but blinding oneself for the sake of survival."
He reaches for the redhead, tracing long digits up his hand and forearm, circling it as if to grab it but he never -
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"If there is someone who could manage to make me bleed. I am certain it would be you." he replies simply, mako gaze turning towards the turk once again.
"If it would bring you to me then I shall bleed for you. It means little when there is a much bigger picture awaiting us." -
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Quote from Final Fantasy - Advent Children.
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/ sameeee 😭 sephiroth why are u so hard to write sephiroth when i catch u 💢
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- her ear, it is real. As is his deep melodious voice.
"Always so desperate to be aware. It blinds you towards the truth."
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And yet that pulsing is mirrored by the presence of another, looming behind her with an eerie warmth.
As she stands in the light, shadows are always present. For there is no light without shadow. Even in his absence, his presence is more than a fathom. This time though, when his breathing reaches -
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- choice to protect yourself. Yet your kind always holds hope." he looks out the window, pensive.
"Humans... So eager yet so fallible."
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"My blood on your hands... Is it not justifiable in itself?" Sephiroth wonders, his tone melodious, a question that sounds more like a spell.
His smile does not fade as he moves to sit on the corner of the bed, watching the other.
"Were I to wish to bring you harm, you would have not had a -
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- whisper, seemingly entirely comfortable with the darkness. Perhaps because the slits of his pupils are enlarged. Or perhaps those are about something else entirely.
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A dark low chuckle fills the room as Sephiroth stalks closer, steps as quiet as a feline despite the heavy boots. It's eerily uncanny how gracious such a large man can be.
"I'm afraid you would have missed. And were you not, would it not be justified?" he reasoned, barely above a taunting -
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/ i think they were working on it. they already added video so fingers crossed.