#11 | Everything will be alright

[shinrasfinest]

Characters: Sephiroth (Open/Closed as sub-comments)
Where/When: 19th June; Aqures Ixen, 21st June; Esdham 
Summary: Having returned from Crystal Stasis, there is a lot to touch base with. As prompted in the sub-comments. 
Warnings: N/A (Yet? Will update as needed)

Prologue

Sephiroth had come home from the hospital only briefly the previous day. Without even much of a glance around for his housemates he'd crossed the familiar threshold feeling an odd sort of deja vu that could only be compared to when one went away for an extended vacation and then returned back to their more permanent abode. 

But really, he knew he hadn't been anywhere, even if his body were still adjusting as if he had been returned from Gaia once more. Exactly like when he had first arrived in Aqures; movement felt sluggish, awareness was blunted. It seemed even breathing seemed to take more effort. Having experienced a 'drop' from mako on previous occasions, though, as well as following some advise from the nurses at the hospital too Sephiroth knew that soon the haze which he currently perceived as a great weakness would lift as if it had never been there. Just as that tell-tale gleam would again fade form his eyes. 

He'd confiscated the bathroom and then, looping his long silver hair -restored in thickness and length- up and around in a loose knot he'd headed out again for the Military Airport where he knew there was work to be done; leaving his leather coat hung on the back of the wardrobe door, the pants neatly folded on the end of his bed and the SOLDIER motif of his belt set atop it as if it were some sort of ritual.

It had been into the early hours of the next morning before Sephiroth had retired home again. 

>Prompt #1: Back into the regime
>Prompt #2: Visiting someone 
>Prompt #3: Touching Base 

Comments

Prompt #2: Visiting someone [Afternoon/Early Evening 19th June // B-09] - Genesis/Terra

[shinrasfinest]

A certain letter aside, delivered obviously in an attempt to goad him with the future that had not yet happened yet, stirred again the same old thoughts as the afternoon drew on. Those words that Genesis had said both before and in times since, though through other means he now knew the truth as he might come to understand it, the question bugged at him regardless; the actual truth had to be somewhere swamped between what he felt and what he knew. It might take a little longer to banish the burn of the fact that he'd held a literal key in his hands just before reality had shattered around him. It bothered him that he remembered that now; but what of the rest of it?

Sephiroth knew that the key to it before had always been to keep himself occupied, and he had dedicated himself to his work at Esdham in order to think about -anything- else. It was pointless ignoring the concerns though, eventually they always floated back up to the surface. Perhaps so many others were right, there had to be another way around...it really wasn't worth all that pain, was it?

He wasn't sure really what thought exactly had drawn him to the front door of that particular house but a single, firm knock to the front door was already delivered without very much in the way of conscious thought. Sephiroth gathered his thoughts around him and ran a hand through his hair on the one side of his head while he waited on the doorstep.

Just wanted to see that they were OK...

[nodreamsorhonor]

The person that opened the door was Genesis, though he was a Genesis after spending far too long pouring over books and forgetting sleep was a thing. Terra tried to make sure he went to bed, but he was a bit obsessive at times. He had taken his braids and twisted them into a messy bun on top of his head, a couple pens holding it in place. A line of dried ink was still on his cheek from where he had fell asleep over a notebook, and a general ruffledness about his person spoke of how he hadn't really moved from the chair and his books to his bed.

He was also wearing a pair of glasses. Do to the fact that without mako in his system, he really did need corrective lens to read the fine print.

"Sephiroth..?" He blinked for a moment and then shook his head stepping aside. "Do come in. Sorry about the mess."

[shinrasfinest]

Sephiroth had seen Genesis before in various states of exhaustion and unkemptness especially since he had buried himself more and more in his books. Since Sephiroth had returned to Esdham after his leg had all healed he'd not seen his once-friend and in that moment he was presented with the man on the doorstep he felt a tight twist of guilt quickly knot up inside. It wasn't entirely logical, given how memories had now inserted themselves to Sephiroth's recollection but he felt it all the same.

Quickly buried as deep as Sephiroth could swallow it, he averted his gaze from Genesis so that he wouldn't stare at the blatant ink-smudge down the side of his face, or the almost-repulsive untidiness he held himself in.

A short nod of acknowledgment and then Sephiroth stepped cleanly over the threshold and entered the house, a quick sweep of the surroundings inside verified said 'mess' and although he wasn't impressed at all with it he still managed to hold his manners in check.

"I wasn't sure if you'd be home. It's been a while."

Not quite-so obvious, just yet, that it really hadn't been Genesis that Sephiroth had come to see.