better than fiction // sephiroth

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[color=#7E354D]BAI SHI
" my own illusion come to be "

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a large break of breath was the meted answer to his movements, their chest squeezing in an agony that they didnt know they could feel. no response from the other, nothing different from the movement that should have spoken for him.

a shuddering exhale, their body trembling as they gave a silent admittance to themselves, of course, you fool. you expected far too much of him. not even gods.... leave it. it will give you more pain than it is worth. send your dove and leave it at that. just do your job, be his bodyguard, protect him. do it for him, for your god. that's all that you wanted right? servant to a god is all i want to be. all i need to be. i am to be wielded in battle, to be used as a shield. i am just a machine to be used. that's my core purpose as my position as the living descendant of the old gods. i am moulded into many shapes, old hell-fire brought to kindle and burn, tamed by the master's hand. as the general, my tale was written and discarded long ago. two of the old gods still live, and i am but a halfling. so be it, that I fall to a mortal god's charm and use. i do not mind, for i am still his trusted weapon. their thoughts ran wildly and painfully, encouraging self deprecation and hardening against their heart.

a tender rumble when he pressed his head to their body, a sadness in their eyes as they bowed their head to draw in his scent, his presence, his being. why did they have to love him? was it their fate? they didn't know, but they knew their heart was pained. "... i will venture to sunhaven. i know not how long my trip will be, sire." they responded after a while to consider their own response.