#20 | The Life of a Soldier [December | Starlight catch-all]

[shinrasfinest]

Characters: Sephiroth & OPEN Prompts below
Where: Various as prompted
When: Throughout December / Starlight Celebrations
Summary: Away from all the merriment involved with this very special time of year, there are those working flat out to ensure that it stays that way. Whether it be fending off monsters for the first week of Trano Golsaucia's re-opening, safeguarding frontiers as the Calamity creeps ever forwards to engulf the land that is left unprotected, or getting that crucial fitness training in with any spare moment given.
It might be the last Starlight this World would see, and it's his job to make sure everyone was able to make the most of it.
Warnings: N/A (for now)

[#1 - Trano Golsaucia]
[#2 - Aqures Ixen. Training.]
[#3 - Wildcard]

Comments

[shinrasfinest]

[There is something in her wider-smile for a moment in response to his rhetoric, that quickly and severely warns Sephiroth that perhaps he's asking too much; did he really want to know the answer to that question? True enough, though he does know all about his own origins now when he hadn't before, were the exact specifics of how the project was carried out something that he was prepared to hear. And by hearing, visualize in his minds eye...

Thankfully Lust goes with the answer to his question of her opinion and doesn't follow that former thread of potentially deterring conversation. Sephiroth listens with unflinching intent to what Lust has to say, occasionally flicking his eyes back to the remaining water that still resides in the glass while he's gathering his internal responses and thoughts to the opinion he asked for.

He dares to imagine what might be the equivalent of such a soul-less existence as he might understand it, but quickly dismisses where that leads and rises his gaze to meet with Lust's again.]

Strange how we might find some common ground here, as well.

[Before Crystallis, Sephiroth would have strongly asserted his own existence as being simply his own. All his choices and actions a result of his near-vicious independent streak that he'd taken from adolescence. He lived for no one but himself, moreso in the wake of all the betrayal...

But not really...]

I find myself carrying on for the same reasons that I held before, yet the context has changed. I worked hard for acknowledgment before, to feed a purpose that I wanted to have but one might argue wasn't ever rightfully all mine.

Now, it's more about giving myself a reason to exist. I think.