Baby, you’re perfect

[buckynats]

find the word.

+ top level with your person. prefs/canon info/etc.
+ other people will reply with the first word that comes to their character's mind to describe yours. it could be about their appearance (consider this an 'are they beautiful?' meme if you wanna), their personality, or the mystique that may or may not surround (they're...interesting). break out the thesaurus.
+ your person reacts.
+ thread.

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[exfirstclass]

[ The way Cloud scowls, teeth half-bared like a vicious dog, it’s no guess that he wants to cleave Sephiroth in two. The small step aside, presenting him a path to his sword has every muscle nearly twitching with the eagerness to make a break for it.

And then there it is — Cloud doubling over with the splintering ache in his skull, the static and the loud pound of his own heartbeat filling his ears. His breath’s lost, a strangled noise leaving him as his hand presses against his temple, the memory flickering through his head at the mention, filling a void. It slots into his fractured memory like a missing puzzle piece, his sword puncturing Sephiroth and the thick glass housing Jenova.

His sword pierced Sephiroth and Cloud’s breath is gone in a gasp, his head jerked up to look wide-eyed at Sephiroth through the haze. ]

I killed you, [ he hisses, but his face is pinched with disbelief, because he couldn’t have. The opening presented goes ignored for once, lost in the fray of half-pieced memories. That makes it sting and ache a little differently, his memory still ripe with fond memories of Sephiroth, the foolish crush of his… it made the vicious betrayal worse. Losing his mom, his home… everything all at once. The fleeting memory of Sephiroth run through doesn’t help like it should. ]

[vehementi]

[There's something in the way Cloud's face twists, glosses over, and eventually jolts with recognition that's so delectable each time. Cloud is a fragmented network of conflicting memories, ideas, desires-- somehow both so malleable and willful wrapped into one rattling package. Each time Sephiroth pushes inward, it's a wondrous surprise. Will Cloud push back against him? Or will Cloud crumble underneath his unforgiving weight?

What a fascinating thing it is, exploring under Cloud's skin, and he can only think of burying his hands deeper until he's in Cloud's ribcage, holding his fractured heart.

Cloud is pulling in a few different directions, it seems. The wolfish anger is there, but he seems momentarily disinterested in chasing his sword with the fervor he showed before.] Indeed... a feat only you have managed.

[Sephiroth spreads his arms. Welcoming. Beckoning, even.]

Are you proud?

[exfirstclass]

[ There aren’t words to describe how naked he feels under Sephiroth’s gaze. No, naked isn’t close enough to describing it. Dissected. Pulled apart from the inside out with surgical precision. His head aches and his skin chills, crawls, while Sephiroth stands there smirking. It’s beyond frustrating, the helplessness that sinks under his skin that only Sephiroth makes him feel with such pinpoint precision.

Sephiroth fans the flames like nothing else. Against the rattling in his head, the fresh lick of disbelief at his own barely remembered actions, that frustrated fury boils back over. ]

I should be, [ he bites back with a heated scowl.

Exhaustion and fresh bruises forgotten, Cloud takes a dive past Sephiroth, rolling to his sword in the path so generously provided with swift efficiency. As if Sephiroth wasn’t baiting him. In quick motions, he finds the buster sword back into his hands and his feet back underneath him, the blade separating them. ]