He still had yet to completely bring his body about. The lean of the powerful muscles that composed him remained lax beneath layers of leather and metal. Any tension she exuded flowed through him, ever redirected by his overwhelming calm, to suffocate her with her own nervousness. Sephiroth’s level gaze was unchanged even by the slander she exuded; he never expected any of them to understand. The only difference was now a bemused flicker split the thin line of his lips. Then he spoke, voice lowly toned and habitually projected so that she would without a doubt hear every word.
"Why are you pretending to be sad?”
Hatred coursed through her veins, accompanied by a trembling coldness which claimed her spine. Unclad digits tightened and the sharp sensation of nails conquered her palms. She watched him with knuckles tainted with ghostly white, an indicator of the pressure and hatred that had erupted inside. Forgotten memories of his haunting tone returned, bringing with it the fabric of pure disgust she had always possessed for this.. man. Her stubborn tongue began its curse as she spoke in a low hiss.
"I am not pretending anything! You must be destroyed. There are no places for the likes of you here.”
The ex-SOLDIER paused to slowly pivot on the heel of his boot. Without quite turning all the way his eyes sought her out. His taller frame cast a bold and far longer shadow over her smaller but nonetheless determined stance. She had called him by name as if surprised to see him; weren’t they all, he thought, though the irony was not enough to alter his expression. Sephiroth watched her as she tensed, doubtlessly about to speak again, and in the depths of his mako enhanced eyes he lacked any regard for her life.
How convenient that he should run into her here after speaking to Cloud earlier. She would become a worthy invitation for his favored adversary.
Words and anger condensed at her throat, failing to move past her lips. Her tongue froze upon seeing the monster she had loathed. Brows furrowed to convey what her words had failed to as she watched him —cautiously and fearfully though the latter she had tried to hide. Crimson optics could almost see the blood that had drenched his hands and the flaming orange hue that had danced upon his visage that fateful day.
Fists clenched as she read his features, recalling the expression of disregard and ignorance he had wore long ago.
Nodding in reply to Tifa’s question, Cloud spent several moments in silence gazing into her crimson red hues with a gentle smile that decorated his lips. Albeit at a loss for words, his steel blue eyes had a sense of promise about them—a promise to hold onto what little they had left after all they had suffered.
A promise to continue fighting on.
He had loved her for as long as he could remember—before they had traversed the Planet, before all the grief and pain that they had endured in their past, and before all the devastating events that sapped them of their innocence. They were finally able to stand together, enjoying each other’s closeness and settling in peace. It had never been the right time or place, as other needs and people obstructed his attempts to convey his feelings for her.
He pressed his lips against hers once more, savoring the taste of their kiss. The euphoric feelings that washed over his senses were almost overwhelming. At that moment, it was as if their hearts were connected by an intangible string of fate. He looked into her eyes—ceasing his actions for a brief moment and gave her a fleeting smile before he brushed his tongue against her lips and pulled her back into a fervent kiss. His palm cupped the side of her face, thumb soothingly stroking the skin beneath his fingertips.
After several heartbeats of passionate kisses and caresses, he rested his head on her shoulder and sighed with contentment in his breath.
“Do you want to… take a walk through the city and talk?" He murmured, comfortably basking in the warmth their bodies shared.
Sorrow, despair and sadness were merely dismissed from her as they immersed in the silk of pleasure, the kiss being a solid symbol of confessed emotions. Body against body, her eyes only saw him and in that moment, the world seemed to disappear. The rhythm of their breaths seemed to unite in harmony, a melodious composition by this passionate kiss. Occasionally, their noses would come into gentle contact, brewing a medley of sensations buried deep within her heart.
Long gone were thoughts and words for she only focused on knowing him this way, on learning the actions he had used to convey his love. She had memorized the rhythm of his tongue, his breath and the way a hidden content syllable would rumble deep in his throat… This was the beginning of another chapter of her life, one that would simply shine amongst all others. It was one that would contain the happiest of memories of her humble life —one where she would have her hero, to adorn her life with the kisses of tomorrow…
Passion retreated as their kiss concluded, only to shroud blushing petals with a pulsing rhythm. Lips were stained with glossy nectar, a remnant offered by their kiss. Comfortable warmth clothed her body as they embraced, her heart fluttering ever so gently when his breath would ever so gently tease her skin.
"Of course, Cloud.."
"—I’d go anywhere with you.."
Wine-tinted orbs have always been for him during the years they had shared and time has taught her the pain, sorrow and guilt he had endured. She had watched him and had saw it all —from a youthful and enthusiastic hero-to-be, he was transformed into a defeated man. Pain had pierced her heart endlessly and sadness had tore the pages of her life. She had watched her happiness become intertwined with his and she could only hope that this humble love could once again adorn his lips with laughter…