[This is wrong, so very wrong. Cloud, his dearest friend and boyfriend is standing next to the man who took everything away from him and being nice to him. It's like a nightmare come to life. If it wasn't for the pokeballs on his belt that he can feel he might actually think this was some twisted joke.
There is that smile too, that sly wicked grin on the face of someone he once called his best friend. That look is enough to have the hair on his arm stand up and his heart drop. Sephiroth used to smile, he used to have a rare brilliant smile that Zack had been privileged to be on the receiving end a handful of times. This was not that smile he once loved and care about.]
So much...General.
[Zack isn't as trained as Sephiroth is in hiding emotions or whatever it is he's trying to pull here. There is no hiding the pure, unbridled anger on his face as he speaks those three words. It's like he's back in Nibelheim. He can recall the flames, the heat, the pain of it all like it was merely just yesterday and not years ago. His fists clenched at his side, unmoving from his spot still in the entrance of their apartment.
Everything is telling him to just run at him and use his size and speed to knock Sephiroth out and steal Cloud away but he doesn't. Cloud's innocent here, he doesn't know what happened. He still believes Sephiroth to be a good man, a kind man. He was once, but that kind soul died and whatever is sitting on his couch right now is not the Sephiroth they both adored.]
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There is that smile too, that sly wicked grin on the face of someone he once called his best friend. That look is enough to have the hair on his arm stand up and his heart drop. Sephiroth used to smile, he used to have a rare brilliant smile that Zack had been privileged to be on the receiving end a handful of times. This was not that smile he once loved and care about.]
So much...General.
[Zack isn't as trained as Sephiroth is in hiding emotions or whatever it is he's trying to pull here. There is no hiding the pure, unbridled anger on his face as he speaks those three words. It's like he's back in Nibelheim. He can recall the flames, the heat, the pain of it all like it was merely just yesterday and not years ago. His fists clenched at his side, unmoving from his spot still in the entrance of their apartment.
Everything is telling him to just run at him and use his size and speed to knock Sephiroth out and steal Cloud away but he doesn't. Cloud's innocent here, he doesn't know what happened. He still believes Sephiroth to be a good man, a kind man. He was once, but that kind soul died and whatever is sitting on his couch right now is not the Sephiroth they both adored.]
Cloud....can I see you in the bedroom?