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[sephiroth]

SEPHIROTH

MALE — ROSEBLOODS — PHARAOH — HOVER FOR TAGS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]Sunhaven.  He didn't know a lot about the group but there had been no aggressive movements from them so he supposed this was alright.  Sephiroth stayed in his current vulnerable position, wishing, pleading with himself to have the strength to do more.  Pull the serpent down for an embrace, speak of his own feelings, wished he could do something.  But he couldn't find the courage to move his limbs or to let words dislodge from his gullet.  Of all the strength he possessed, he couldn't find it in himself to be that emotionally vulnerable, to be honest with both himself and Bai.  He stayed there in silence, not making any motion to step away either.

The lion would exhale softly, his eyes lidded and weary if one looked close enough.  At the moment he was more then content to stay where he was, feel Bai Shi's warmth, subtly bask in their scent, generally enjoy the moment.  He would speak however, after a considering moment.  "...I understand."  Sephiroth murmured gently, trying to ignore the hurting feeling in his chest at the revelation that the Vizier would be gone for unpredictable amount of time.  That he would be alone.  That he wouldn't have the time to articulate his feelings and confess his own emotions.  "I wish you well, Bai Shi.  I shall be keeping you in my thoughts."

#psychosocial.