lovelessinred

His hands are shaking as he fumbles with the multitude of clasps on his leather duster and Genesis sighs in relief as the last one comes undone, briskly flinging off the article of clothing before the silence of the room is broken by a muffled cry and a horrible ripping sound; one that, sadly enough, the redhead has grown far too accustomed to hearing over the past several days. The skin of his left shoulder tears apart in almost agonizing slow motion and there is a loud 'whoosh' followed by the sound of something wet plip-plipping onto the floor as that damnable black wing unfurls itself, twitching from disuse and dripping crimson blood. At

The whirring of the chopper blades and a rush of cold air were the only things keeping Genesis' mind firmly on this plane. The helipad was a flurry of activity; doctors and nurses running about and men in lab coats shouting meaningless words to one another- even the highly trained SOLDIER First Classes were in a state of barely concealed panic as they could do nothing but stand and watch in horror. Genesis stared, azure eyes wide and lower lip trembling, as those from the Med lab rolled a stretcher up to the helicopters entrance and struggled to lift a prone and heavy body onto it without jostling their newest patient around too much. What

The apartment floor is empty save for the redheaded man pounding furiously at a door towards the end of the hall. "Cloud!" "Cloud, dammit, open the door!" Silence. A heavy sigh. "I will call Kunsel and have him pick this lock, do you understand me? Open the-" The door is opened just enough for him to peer in the room. A pair of sad baby blues hidden beneath a mass of blond spikes are staring back at him. "Look, I said I was sorry, okay? C'mon, chocobo." Maybe the pet name will work. "I-" "How do I know I can believe you this time?" More silence. "That's what I thought." There is anger in the blond's voice, but it's the pain hidden b

There was a certain something about that little blond cadet that drove Genesis crazy. Maybe it was in the way his baby blue eyes could capture a person with a single stare. Maybe it was the way yellow spikes would bounce in time with his steps or at the slightest tilt of his head, bringing to mind the image of a curious (not to mention adorable) chocobo. It may have had something to do with the young and innocent way he presented himself to others, that subtle hint of youthful naïveté and trust which made Genesis want to overpower the boy, take everything he possibly could before he left him broken and wanting more. Angeal had com

No matter how much they refused to admit it, Sephiroth and Genesis were both similar animals. They had an insatiable need for dominance, for power, and a constant desire to be in control.  These traits were the driving forces behind Genesis' desertion, his abandonment of Shin-Ra and, though viewed differently by the First, his eventual abandonment of Sephiroth. The silver general even went so far as to offer him his position of "hero", a title he believed Genesis so desperately wanted. But Sephiroth could never understand, Genesis mused. He would never know what it felt like to always be second best, to have honor and glory stripped away as

There's so much fire And this whole damn world will burn. There seems to be too much of it, yet too little at the same time; he cries out for more, because he taught him that heat is good and equals passion and he needs more heat, more fire, more of that damned trilling laughter ringing in his ears and all the while he can't get the image of resentful blue eyes out of his mind, his gloved hands coming into contact with the apple while the air around them is full of mockery and deceit- A loud crash resounds from somewhere behind him and the agonized screams of the villagers follow shortly after. Sephiroth ignores them and continues to make

Genesis loves it when Sephiroth lets him comb his hair. He sits behind the man, running a brush through long strands of spun silver, each stroke gentle and measured as if he is afraid of damaging any of it. Sephiroth just releases a low chuckle and leans his head back against Genesis' thigh, because he can feel how he treats his hair with such reverence, feel the way the man's knees tighten their grip on his ribs whenever the brush comes in contact with tangles. Occasionally Genesis will lean down and press a quick kiss to Sephiroth's temple, murmuring a few sweet words into his ear before returning to the task at hand. On the rare occasion

It was becoming much harder to retain his sanity lately. Oftentimes, Sephiroth would simply sit alone in his office and reminisce about the times they spent together, thoughts of all the things he missed swirling through his mind instead of his next appointment with Hojo or that mission report which would be due in a few hours. All it took was an apple, mentions of Loveless or faint glimpses of red to send him back into the retreat of his memories. He missed the deep azure of his eyes and the way they would light up whenever his mind was full of mischief. He missed the smell of dumbapples and cinnamon, a scent he had long come to associate