The Beginning
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redemptionroadIt had been strange, feeling sparks and pricks of sanity after so long. And even though the insane part had tried to suppress it, the sane part had refused to be smothered again. Instead, he had fought for the surface, for sanity, until both sides of him had realized there was a good reason to long to be sane again.
Was there a way? It wasn't a normal insanity that could be helped with doctors and pills and therapy. Perhaps ... if there were secret treasures of the Ancients, one of those might grant his deepest wish?
It had been such a long journey to find what he sought. And then he had, and it worked, and suddenly he was sane again and the full weight of his sins was crashing down on him.
He stumbled, holding a shaking hand to his head. Everything he had done … and said … it was horrible. Beyond horrible. He would never be free of it. No one could ever love him again, especially not Cloud. It was impossible.
He swayed, barely paying attention to his surroundings. He was weak, he was dizzy, everything was spiraling out of control. Then he collapsed in the road, having unconsciously unfurled all seven wings on his back.
Was there a way? It wasn't a normal insanity that could be helped with doctors and pills and therapy. Perhaps ... if there were secret treasures of the Ancients, one of those might grant his deepest wish?
It had been such a long journey to find what he sought. And then he had, and it worked, and suddenly he was sane again and the full weight of his sins was crashing down on him.
He stumbled, holding a shaking hand to his head. Everything he had done … and said … it was horrible. Beyond horrible. He would never be free of it. No one could ever love him again, especially not Cloud. It was impossible.
He swayed, barely paying attention to his surroundings. He was weak, he was dizzy, everything was spiraling out of control. Then he collapsed in the road, having unconsciously unfurled all seven wings on his back.
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Date: 2025-06-25 10:38 am (UTC)[He looked up, slowly, almost not daring to believe.]
I won't run away....
[He had longed to be with Cloud, but of course, this was the only way that would happen. And he couldn't cause even more misery for Cloud. He had to do whatever Cloud wanted. That was only just, only right.
Slowly he went over to Fenrir and climbed on. He would have to put his arms around Cloud to stay on the motorcycle safely.... He looked hesitant to do it, knowing Cloud wouldn't like it.]
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Date: 2025-06-25 10:53 am (UTC)[Cloud knew Sephiroth had to wrap his arms around him for the duration of the ride.] It's okay, go ahead.
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Date: 2025-06-25 10:57 am (UTC)[He slowly put his arms around Cloud. It felt good, right. If only the circumstances were different, but they never would be. This was probably the only time he would have to enjoy this.]
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Date: 2025-06-25 11:08 am (UTC)[Cloud pulled off onto the road, the wind whipping at both their hairs. It felt odd to have Sephiroth's arms around him, but he wasn't revulsed.] Tifa will likely try putting the hurt on you. [Cloud yelled over his shoulder.]
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Date: 2025-06-25 03:09 pm (UTC)[He retracted the wings in case they would add too much weight.]
I deserve whatever she does.
[He sounded resigned, sorrowful. He wasn't likely to fight back, even just to defend himself.]
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Date: 2025-06-28 01:39 pm (UTC)Maybe this was some kind of ruse. He then yelled over the roar of the engine...] I'm sure she won't go too hard on you but, maybe we should put you up in a hotel instead of taking you back to the bar.
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Date: 2025-06-28 08:24 pm (UTC)[He cares nothing for his own safety right now.]
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Date: 2025-07-01 02:39 am (UTC)[He walks inside the place, heading for room 33, then he opens the door, walks inside and dials Tifa who picks up on the third try. He tells her what's going on, only for her to understandably freak out and start crying. Her voice was high strung, her concerns well warranted. He calmed her down and told her send Vincent, he might understand better. She agreed but still was upset.]
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Date: 2025-07-01 03:02 am (UTC)Vincent, though? Why Vincent?
He ponders, then freezes. He learned about Lucrecia in the Lifestream. And there was a Vincent with her.... He looked much different then, but ...
He sighs and goes to sit on the bed, not sure what to do. He had been trying to make himself better, but he had been so foolish to even try. Cloud would of course never care about him, and now he's put everyone in a terrible upheaval.... He leans forward, digging his hands into his hair. Will he never stop causing trouble?]
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Date: 2025-07-11 06:47 pm (UTC)[He pauses for a moment, crossing his arms over his front, tired and spent. He needed a nap.] iT's probably going to take him half a day to get here... so...
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Date: 2025-07-11 07:04 pm (UTC)[He looks Cloud over, immediately seeing how worn-out he looks.]
You're welcome to rest....
[But would Cloud even feel able to let his guard down enough to sleep with Sephiroth here?]
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Date: 2025-07-19 04:26 pm (UTC)[Cloud lays back on the bed, bringing his knee up to rest upon with his arm.]
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Date: 2025-07-19 05:38 pm (UTC)[Has anyone? Has anyone else lost their mind to the extent of trying to destroy the world and become a god? He's not a god. He's less than a human.]
No one else is the perfect monster.
[All the wings are out again, on his back. He starts to bring them around himself as he leans forward on the other bed. He knows the wings don't make him a monster, at least. He even likes them. He created the white ones himself. But ... he doesn't deserve to have them. They're a symbol of angelic goodness. He isn't that either. But ... he doesn't want to strip himself of them.]
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Date: 2025-08-28 12:08 pm (UTC)[Cloud laid on the bed, wanting to sleep but couldn't afford the luxury. Sheesh, when had sleep become a luxury? Tifa would tell him not to fall asleep around Sephiroth, who knows what he was thinking inside that skull of his.]
Tell that to Vincent, who has beast forms.
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Date: 2025-08-28 06:00 pm (UTC)What sins does he feel he's committed?
[He looks up over the tops of the wings.]
But he uses them for good, doesn't he?
[Unlike Sephiroth had....]