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melodiesoflife2016-05-10 07:36 pm
shinrasfinest) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-05-10 07:36 pm
#15 | What goes down must come up again~?
Characters: Sephiroth [Open; will top-level prompt]
Where/When: Aqures Ixen, Evening-Early Morning 11-12/May
Summary: Between this and that, whatever progress Sephiroth has made with his once-proud ego finds itself sunk to the bottom of a bottle...or two...or three? This can only end one way, and lets hope this doesn't destroy his career.
Warnings: This is not designed to be a ‘come drink with me’ log (though by all means you’re welcome to try and be social). CW's include but not limited to: lonesome stress-drinking, self-destruction, anxiety/freaking-out, snap-violent reactions, confrontations etc.
There were worse taverns he could have picked, for sure, from the downright seedy or otherwise questionable establishments across Aqures. It was sometime in the early evening that Sephiroth passed the front door to the Space Saloon, like he had done a few hundred times since those months ago, when he’d helped to furnish it in the wake of the Battle of Aqures Ixen.
However, not more than a few strides later did a passing thought push itself to the front of his consciousness which soon found the SOLDIER turning heel and entering the Saloon a few moments later. The only interruption came, where Spencer were always at Sephiroth's side, the small bespectacled moogle turned back as soon as he realized his Hero was distracted-
"Kupo, you know we need to get back soon. Dinner will probably be on already."
"I know. Go on, I won’t be long."
Spencer squeaked, not entirely approving but far be it for him to forbid any Hero of Light from doing what they wanted, and gave a tiny quick-salute before turning back to the street that would lead him home. Sephiroth was responsible, always, and he knew he wouldn't keep Terra waiting.
One drink couldn't hurt, and it wasn’t like he had a habit of it. Break up the monotony of the routine he'd found himself settle back into again. Neither could it hurt to turn the volume of persistent poisonous thoughts down for a few hours. Might even get to relax, for a change; wasn't that what everyone else in the premises was doing, after all?
1) Had Enough [Open - Space Saloon]
2) Time to get home [Open - Post-Saloon, potential confrontations]
3) Panic Stations [Additional cw: drunk-sick]
4) End [Towards/Arriving at the Observatory/Next Morning]
Where/When: Aqures Ixen, Evening-Early Morning 11-12/May
Summary: Between this and that, whatever progress Sephiroth has made with his once-proud ego finds itself sunk to the bottom of a bottle...or two...or three? This can only end one way, and lets hope this doesn't destroy his career.
Warnings: This is not designed to be a ‘come drink with me’ log (though by all means you’re welcome to try and be social). CW's include but not limited to: lonesome stress-drinking, self-destruction, anxiety/freaking-out, snap-violent reactions, confrontations etc.
There were worse taverns he could have picked, for sure, from the downright seedy or otherwise questionable establishments across Aqures. It was sometime in the early evening that Sephiroth passed the front door to the Space Saloon, like he had done a few hundred times since those months ago, when he’d helped to furnish it in the wake of the Battle of Aqures Ixen.
However, not more than a few strides later did a passing thought push itself to the front of his consciousness which soon found the SOLDIER turning heel and entering the Saloon a few moments later. The only interruption came, where Spencer were always at Sephiroth's side, the small bespectacled moogle turned back as soon as he realized his Hero was distracted-
"Kupo, you know we need to get back soon. Dinner will probably be on already."
"I know. Go on, I won’t be long."
Spencer squeaked, not entirely approving but far be it for him to forbid any Hero of Light from doing what they wanted, and gave a tiny quick-salute before turning back to the street that would lead him home. Sephiroth was responsible, always, and he knew he wouldn't keep Terra waiting.
One drink couldn't hurt, and it wasn’t like he had a habit of it. Break up the monotony of the routine he'd found himself settle back into again. Neither could it hurt to turn the volume of persistent poisonous thoughts down for a few hours. Might even get to relax, for a change; wasn't that what everyone else in the premises was doing, after all?
1) Had Enough [Open - Space Saloon]
2) Time to get home [Open - Post-Saloon, potential confrontations]
3) Panic Stations [Additional cw: drunk-sick]
4) End [Towards/Arriving at the Observatory/Next Morning]
4) [Towards/Arriving at the Observatory/Next Morning]
The anxiety attack had receded back to a light shivering which could have been borne just as easily from the excessive drinking as his body still fought to purge the poisonous effects from Sephiroth's enhanced physical system. He hasn't spoken a great deal, though, since they left the corner of that building earlier. Neither has Sephiroth managed to scrape together enough of himself to be able to meet eye contact with anyone; the overwhelming feeling of shame is near enough paralyzing as he has to be helped just to put a solid foot in front of the other.
He stinks, is dirty, bloody and bruised in more than a handful of places and has -at least- a broken knuckle for his troubles.
Not least to say how much more fragile he'll feel in the morning, waking up in a bed he doesn't -for a good few moments- remember even getting into. It all just needs to end, now.]
[OOC: Open prompt for anything anyone wants to put towards arriving at the Observatory/ Sephiroth waking up the next morning.]
4) [Next Morning]
It's late morning when she finds herself at the observatory, Tempest had found Sephiroth and then went to open the flower shop so that the store wouldn't remain closed all day. She's happy to hear that he is safe but she doesn't understand what he's doing here or what happened the night before.
She steels herself before stepping inside of the looming building. She doesn't know the interior of old observatory well but she sees the rooms off to the right and peeks inside each one until she finds the familiar gleam of silver hair.]
Sephiroth?
[Her tone is soft and gentle. She doesn't know what to say next and yet thousands of questions pound relentlessly in her head.]
4) [Next Morning]
Maybe that's why Spencer felt it best that he went with Tempest to open the flower shop that day; after all the mog could sleep in the back room to catch up. Spencer is sure that he didn't want to know what had happened to Sephiroth in the meantime.
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Sephiroth's not awake for more than a few moments when he blinks in the direction of the open door with its inquisitive green head poking around. He feels like he should smile, if not for the solid lump of misery which has settled deep inside which is making it impossible for him to. He tries nevertheless, and there is but a twitch to the side of his mouth. The very gesture, and his failure at it, just brings sadness welling up afresh.
He raises a bound-up fist to the corner of his face, to wipe away any tear that might dare to fall.]
4) [Next Morning]
Worry and anxiety twisted in her stomach.]
Would you like me to get you some water?
[It is still early in the morning though for Sephiroth, who usually wakes earlier than that, it’s late. Terra assumed by the sleepy look in his eyes that he’s yet to eat or to rise from his temporary bed.]
4) [Next Morning]
Of course, the same custom job backs up Terra's correct deduction that he's not been awake for very long at all. He feels like he wants to bury himself in the white sheets of the bed-that-isn't-his, rather than making the effort to at least sit up as Terra approaches.]
Sure.
[He tries not to pull a face as he moves, but it's like every tiny muscle around his gut feels like it's punishing him for what he did to himself last night.]
4) [Next Morning]
When she returns there is a glass of water clasped lightly in her hands. She moves silently over to the bed side and waits for a prompt from Sephiroth.]
Are you alright?
[It is the most important question right now.]
4) [Next Morning]
In fact, he'll probably spend the better part of the next two days blaming every small slip -be it physical or mental- that he makes, on last night, and by proxy, himself. Even if he'll keep quiet about it though, the fact that he knows Terra will know that almost makes that sick-gut feeling rear back up.]
That's a- [Shirt successfully shrugged on Sephiroth bites the bullet and shifts to actually sit up; at least he feels less vulnerable now that he has something on his top.]
-tough one.
[Sephiroth gently, slower than he would usually lean towards Terra, takes the glass from her. At least he doesn't seem to be suffering with a lack of mobility with the bound up hand.]
I've certainly been better, though.
4) [Next Morning]
There is one spare chair in the room and Terra lifts it, placing it in front of the warrior before sitting. Her gaze watches him curiously, noting the guarded expression and then seeing the disappointment in his gaze. She doesn’t have to know what he did, to know that he isn’t happy with himself.]
I was worried about you. [Her voice is softer than before. Terra doesn’t know what to say or how to say it. She doesn’t know what to think or how to feel. This was completely new to her.] I’m just happy to see you in one piece.
[It’s a small measure of comfort but it’s the truth and Terra feels that it is worth saying.]
You don’t have to tell me what happened. [She’ll never make Sephiroth do anything he isn’t comfortable with.] But I’m here if you want me to be.
[It will always be his choice.]
4) [Next Morning]
I know. [A simple answer to all of her statements as he places the water on the bedside table but doesn't put his gaze back in her direction; Sephiroth seems to be watching the water as it settles from being put down. He's not sure if he could meet her eyes right now.
Guilt. On top of everything else that came out last night, having that impacted it by those cool blues that often held him enraptured...]
I wanted it all to be over.
[That feeling hasn't gone too far away, either.]
4) [Next Morning]
What is all of it?
[She asks in a soft understanding voice.
Her hands rest lightly in her lap, her posture almost perfect with her ankles crossed beneath the chair. She doesn't move and her attention remains focused on Sephiroth.]
4) [Next Morning]
-He remembers how his heart felt like it might have burst from his chest when Jade had used her as ammunition in the groups struggle to get him somewhere safe. He hadn't made it easy, at all. His jaw twitches, a remembered soreness causing him to scowl; with his hair fallen out of the way a little redness is still there where Sparks had punched him too.]
Everything. This place. Us. The whole world. I just-
[His bound up hand comes up to rub at his jaw a little. The tension he's holding it together with isn't making the ache go away. Sephiroth's eyes flick finally to Terra, grounding himself in the discomfort at the side of his face as he does so.]
-I'm better off removed from all of it, Terra.
4) [Next Morning]
Without another word Terra moves forward. Her motions are slow, giving Sephiroth more than enough time to move away. Her arms wrap around his shoulders, her torso resting lightly against his as her hips move against him. She isn't completely sitting in his lap but she's close. Her face presses against his neck, inhaling the scent that has always brought her a profound amount of comfort and security.]
Please don't say that. [Her voice is soft, muffled against him.] I don't want a world without you.
[She's already lived through that once and she can say those words without any doubt in her tone.]
4) [Next Morning]
But she's there already and as the lithe girl presses him into her gentle, soft hold Sephiroth's tilted his head against her shoulder already. His shoulders shake within her arms, there is shot of tension as he tries to figure if they should backtrack-
Her words might as well be barbed wire gripping at something altogether too raw inside of him. A hot flush rushes out from his center and -with a sniff sound- wetness that came pouring out of his eyes last night quickly starts to trickle again. Tears sting his eyes, from dryness and sore ducts, but that's just another thing he's only himself to blame himself for.]
But it's all for nothing. [The anger gathering in his attempt at sharper words is flaccid at best.]
There won't be a world, for any of us.
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4) [Next Morning] (If it's OK to end here?)
4) [Arriving at the Observatory] - hope this is okay to
[Zelda looks surprised at Sephiroth's appearance but doesn't waste time to gawk. She runs forward, her thin frame moving to help support him and bring him to one of the rooms. She quickly takes note of his injuries so that she might be able to tend to him once he's settled.]
What happened? Who did this to you?
[When she's close enough to smell him her questions answer themselves and she focuses on leading him inside more than questioning him. He can tell her if he wants but right now he needs someone to help and so that's what she'll do.]
4) [Arriving at the Observatory] - Perfect! Also, open to anyone in company
[His voice is barely a ghost of a whisper as he's led -with others never so far away and at least one or two steps being more of a stumble- in the direction of one of the free rooms within the observatory.]
-to myzelf.
[For the most part, though he still smells it, the slurring from drink is mostly replaced by something else; a kind of soul-tiredness which leans towards drawn-out exhaustion by the time they've reached the sanctuary.
He does nearly slump to the side, though, as the room spins around once his balance is shifted and he's sat on the edge of one of the beds.]
Just a fool.
4) [Arriving at the Observatory] - Perfect! Also, open to anyone in company
I’ll get water, kupo.
Yes, please.
[She replies in a soft voice as she pushes open the door to the spare room. She rushes ahead and begins to move a few things that might be in the SOLIDERS way, before directing him towards the soft mattress. She finally looks at Sephiroth, her brows furrowing slightly.]
You did this to yourself? Why?
[What does this solve?]
4) [Arriving at the Observatory] - Perfect! Also, open to anyone in company
All they would have needed was for the wrong person to have been out at that time of night.]
I- don't- [Know? Of course he knows and as Sephiroth's panic attack receded back into the crag of his battered mental state and soberness began to return it was as if someone had turned the contrast up on the issues bared tonight-
Sephiroth looks away from Zelda sharply, feeling a guilty twist to his stomach as he sees clearly the concern in her expression. It might have been one of his only arguments for not being brought here; he's not sure if he could take the way she always puts herself out for him - for anyone, truth be told.]
-I thought I knew. Now I'm not sure I want to know.
[Sephiroth speaks to the floor, as he passes one hand over the other; as if he might be able to hide the damage he'd done to his own fist by swinging for a wall earlier on.]
4) [Arriving at the Observatory] - Perfect! Also, open to anyone in company
Thank you Kopula. [She smiles at her moogle as she takes the tray from him. She places it on the nightstand next to Sephiroth, lifting the glass and holding it out for her drunk friend to take.]
Drink this and eat what you can. Small bites.
[She'll wait and help him if he spills more than he swallows. She's taken care of the sick, of children and it's always with a happy disposition.]
4) [Arriving at the Observatory] - Perfect! Also, open to anyone in company
A great deal of the unsteadiness he had suffered as a result of the drink is already gone, but there is a residual shake to Sephiroth's hand as he takes the glass, eyes the contents for a beat and then takes a sip. Though, the cool water rushing suddenly against where the back of his throat is sore from retching earlier causes him to let Zelda take the glass back before he coughs dryly. Rising his battered fist to wipe some of the water away from his mouth.]
Sorry. Bit too much...
[The bread looks like a good idea, but small sips first. Then bites might follow; he hopes he'll be able to keep it down.]
4) [Arriving at the Observatory]
A while later, he knocks on the door and quietly enters the room they're in with a small vial in hand.]
I mixed something to reduce the aftereffects of the alcohol. If nothing else, it'll help with the hangover.
[Honestly, he's not completely convinced Sephiroth doesn't deserve to suffer a hangover after the stunt he pulled... But rubbing it in wouldn't serve much purpose at this point.]
4) [Arriving at the Observatory]
It’s alright. Take your time.
[She looks back at Kopula, her brows furrowing slightly.]
I’ll be here for some time. If you can please organize the papers we were working on and Kopula…[Her expression was pleading but her tone is firm.] Please keep this to yourself. [She knows the moogles gossipy ways and considering the number of moogles who help out in the observatory something will most likely get out. The most Zelda can do is mitigate that, at the very least Sephiroth had arrived by the time that most of those who visited the old building went home.
She turns back towards Sephiroth, keeping the water within his reach. When his should stops shaking she speaks again.] Try another sip, slower this time.
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[ Selen had been standing there the whole time keeping a considerable distance from the party, seeing there were a few people here. It was probably best not to create the same sort of problem they had last night.
She was too worried to leave, so she stuck around to offer assistance until it blew over. It seemed like he looked fine to her and probably be on his feet in no time. She admired the other for having such good healing abilities, though his mental state, she slowly questioned. He was a lot more unstable than she had originally thought but she had only seen one part of him.
Now she had seen more. There's nothing else on Selen's end. She would definitely help if there was anything needed but for the time being it looked like they had it under control. ]
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The back of his throat feels like it's been coated with fire. He looks to Zelda, sways a little towards her but her palm against his shoulder does seem to help stabilize his balance a little more. A flick of a gaze to Selen; he wants to thank her but the words are stuck as Jade comes in.
A similar intense inspection is attempted at Jade, as he approaches with a vial. First instinct is not to trust anything, given the paranoia hanging over, but after a perhaps too-long beat, he shakes his head and looks down while trying to convince himself that's stupid reasoning.]
You have m- tanks. [An answer to all of them, really. Deep vocal chords choked the low words, though, as he spoke down at the floor.
He'd made himself feel less than two-inches tall tonight, and having everyone being reduced to looking after him isn't making him feel any less like a child. He's supposed to be better than this-
Another swallow happens and then he tries to take another -very cautious- sip from the glass that Zelda still holds. Unable -or unwilling perhaps- to raise his head to look at anyone, for the moment.]
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I know everyone is worried but he needs rest. I'd like to ask as many of you who are willing to leave. [Her lips tug into an understanding smile, Sephiroth has many good friends.] I'm going to be staying here tonight anyway. If a few want to stay then that's fine but sleep is best.
[It's the motherly tone that begins to show towards the end of her words. She turns back towards Sephiroth.]
I'll keep water and bread next to your bed side. Will you try to sleep?
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[It looks like Sephiroth has at least calmed down. Leaving him in Zelda's care should be safe now.]
I'll be heading home, then. Send for me if anything else happens.
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