for the sinners to play as saints / goldenboy

[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;"]Sephiroth was a strained creature right now, and being alone with him wasn’t the safest position in the world.  Doubly so in his own quarters, his own territory.  The lion would prowl towards his quarters near the end of the ruins, no doubt Goldenboy would be behind him or near him in general.  The Pharaoh would step foreword and nose the door open, pale body disappearing inside of the room that many never saw the inside of.  It wasn’t as mysterious as one would think.  It was furnished, with a book shelf and a desk.  Well maintained and clean, not blood soaked or lined with bones.  He did have standards after all.

The male would huff softly as he turned to presumably face Goldenboy, sharp eyes settled on him, eyes moving down to match his eyes.  Sephiroth’s gaze was sharp, all intense blues and greens with hellish slit pupils that marked him as odd when it came to the naturel look that a lion like should hold.  Golden and bright, not pale and silver and colorless like the Pharaoh.  ”Now.”  Sephiroth’s voice was deep and smooth with undertones of danger at the surface.  He wasn’t stable for sure.  ”What is it you wanted to see me for?”  He had blessed Golden with his time, best not to waste it.

[member=2859]THE GOLDEN BOY[/member]
(i accidentally @ the wrong person laskfhlsfhja)

#psychosocial.