melodiesoflife | Our time is waiting right outside your door

Characters: Genesis Rhapsodos and Angeal Hewley
Where: Her backyard
When: 11/15
Summary: After the fiasco of last month, Genesis feels now is a good time to talk. Over s'mores. Just like old times, eh?
Warning: None.

The fire crackled as Genesis held her marshmallow over the fire, waiting for it to get toasty in that golden brown way that she loved. She wasn't sure why she decided now was a good time to have a snack in the middle of the night over a fire, but she did and she brought Angeal along too. It helped that she was able to find the sugary confectionary, chocolate, and graham crackers in this place. Although it was obvious that no one ever tried combining the three.

But she remembered S'mores fondly from back in Banora, during her childhood with Angeal. This Angeal was not hers and perhaps she will always be reminded of this, but this Angeal obviously didn't discriminate and didn't care about her gender.

Genesis smiled as her marshmallow toasted, pulling it away from the fire to place on the chocolate and cracker Angeal held for her. He placed the second cracker on top and squished it down, allowing her to pull the skewer free. They traded then, the skewer for the S'more, it was his turn. They hadn't spoken much yet, the night silent. But she finally broke the silence as she bit into the campfire dessert and hummed in delight.

"It's been years."

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He seemed comfortable with the idea of letting himself be himself the more he lived in Aqures Ixen. Unlike Genny, he didn't need to be reminded, he just had to tell himself that they weren't in Midgar and the Shinra Company didn't exist here. He was free to make his choices and he was able to breathe easier because of it. While he was good at what he did and upheld to the highest standards to the best of his ability, it helped to just breathe.

And he was doing just that as he inhaled deeply to take in the salty air of the roaring fire before them as they sat in her backyard. The warm glow offered something that he missed, and that was spending time with those he cared most.

"It's true, I think." Angeal said with his eyes closed as he lost himself for just a moment to the memory of his mother as she baked pies in the cold, winter months. He missed those days the most.

Genesis knew this herself, but it was hard to stop several years of running. Of believing you couldn't be normal. A few months didn't cure that, even with the shock of death. Her apple blossom crystal's deep blue color was enough of a reminder.

She reached over for a small piece of chocolate, popping it into her mouth as they relaxed before the fire. She was glad she had thought of this, it was a lot of fun and quite peaceful. Perhaps, later on, she could get Sephiroth and the other Genesis here too. But it would take awhile, she knew. "Next month, Banora would have the Solstice Festival. You think this place will have something similar?"

He looked over at her as she popped the piece of chocolate into her mouth. While he didn't consume as much, he did enjoy the taste of it now and then. He leaned back with his hands planted firmly behind him as he looked up at the night sky. The stars seemed much brighter the more he looked at them.

"I hope so. It would be a shame if they didn't celebrate something this time of year to bring forth some cheer. I miss the festivals. Well, at least in decorating the living tree." He chuckled.

Genesis chuckled. "I'm not sure, I never really enjoyed the decorating. Mainly because my mom tended to go all out and then expect me to help clean up once it was all over."

She swallowed the last bit, mimicking Angeal as she leaned back and looked up at the stars. They looked so different than the ones back home, but it made sense. They weren't on Gaia. And they were definitely much brighter, the sky not being polluted by the industrial machines and whatnot.

"That's not much fun." He extended his legs straight in front with his legs crossed at the ankles in a relaxed pose.

"You mean to tell me that she didn't let you get involved in the festivities?" He looked toward her with a concerned expression. It seemed strange to him that Genesis had come from such an affluent family didn't allow her to have fun. Then again, he wasn't familiar with how the upper class society ran unless he had seen it himself.

Genesis shrugged. "It wasn't that she didn't let me but as the wife of the mayor, she tended to through her own parties and I had to participate. I personally didn't like them and would have rather be outside for the festival and it wasn't like I never did go out. I managed to sneak out though, which was always fun."

Any chance to got to piss her parents off was pretty much on her to-do list.

"I see." Angeal felt a bit uneasy that he didn't place this fact so readily as something that could occur on a regular basis. He hadn't meant to overlook it and that placed a bit of a strange feeling onto him that he hadn't realized.

A small smile came to him as he listened that soon pushed aside his uneasiness. It was like Genesis to do something against the grain and he chuckled. "Now it makes sense. All those times that you came over to the house was because you snuck out."

He thought that it might have been the same with the Genesis he grew up with and thought to ask him when he had the chance. Perhaps he would send a note.

Genesis laughed and shrugged, quite clearly caught now. "And you never knew. Could be your Genesis has done the same plenty of times and never once told you. You would feel bad, otherwise. Mother never disliked you since she felt like you were a good influence on me, but I doubt she would approve of me going to your house when there were more important things."

She shrugged. "Socializing was never important to me. Aside from being with you."

Our time is waiting right outside your door

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