[Even in his loneliness, Sephiroth never considered Genesis or his whereabouts. As far as he's concerned, Genesis is dead. That bridge was burned the moment he chose to call Sephiroth a monster in his moment of need, then demand his help in the same breath. When he'd told Genesis to rot, he meant it.
But Angeal... he'd assumed he finally found whatever peace he was looking for within the Lifestream.
And if what he's saying is true...
Well. There's a surefire way to find out, and he'd just as soon do it now before he humors any idea that Angeal's been looking for him all this time. He lets Masamune - which has become but an extension of his will - disappear into the ether. It's something of a peace offering-- an assurance that Angeal won't have its blade turned on him while Sephiroth stalks towards him with purpose.
Jenova can never quite create a perfect mimicry of someone. It's always surface level, with subtler details like hidden scars, marks, and blemishes being missed. Even with his memories muddied, he knows Angeal's body intimately. Not even a breath of hesitation stays Sephiroth's hand, deftly snaring Angeal's collar the moment he's within reach and pulling it to the side-- enough to expose a fair bit of his shoulder. He's expecting to see nothing, but--
His breath catches.
Right there on Angeal's shoulder, just above his collar bone, is a mark. Being two enhanced SOLDIERs, they could occasionally get a little carried away amidst their throes of passion, but only once did Sephiroth ever forget his own strength. His teeth found Angeal's shoulder in the heat of the moment, sinking in and breaking the skin. While it was a harmless injury in the grand scheme of things, Sephiroth had felt terribly guilty about it for ages. It took many reassurances from Angeal for him to stop beating himself up over it, but... right now, he's thankful for its existence. It's proof. Not even just that this is Angeal rather than Jenova, but... that it's his Angeal.
Standing there, he can't even begin to quantify what he's feeling. There's a lifetime of complicated emotions that he's been swallowing down for-- a long time. For a while, he only has the wherewithal to stare at the mark, running a gloved thumb over the faintly marred skin. Eventually, his face starts to contort. Anger. Relief. Frustration. Joy. Something cracks within those impassive green eyes, giving way to a sheen of not-quite tears. His fingers tighten around Angeal's collar until the leather of his gloves creak, jerking the other man closer to him.]
Why?
["Why" a lot of things. Why did the Lifestream reject him? Which couldn't he find him sooner? Why did he leave at all? --Why wasn't their love reason enough to stay?]
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But Angeal... he'd assumed he finally found whatever peace he was looking for within the Lifestream.
And if what he's saying is true...
Well. There's a surefire way to find out, and he'd just as soon do it now before he humors any idea that Angeal's been looking for him all this time. He lets Masamune - which has become but an extension of his will - disappear into the ether. It's something of a peace offering-- an assurance that Angeal won't have its blade turned on him while Sephiroth stalks towards him with purpose.
Jenova can never quite create a perfect mimicry of someone. It's always surface level, with subtler details like hidden scars, marks, and blemishes being missed. Even with his memories muddied, he knows Angeal's body intimately. Not even a breath of hesitation stays Sephiroth's hand, deftly snaring Angeal's collar the moment he's within reach and pulling it to the side-- enough to expose a fair bit of his shoulder. He's expecting to see nothing, but--
His breath catches.
Right there on Angeal's shoulder, just above his collar bone, is a mark. Being two enhanced SOLDIERs, they could occasionally get a little carried away amidst their throes of passion, but only once did Sephiroth ever forget his own strength. His teeth found Angeal's shoulder in the heat of the moment, sinking in and breaking the skin. While it was a harmless injury in the grand scheme of things, Sephiroth had felt terribly guilty about it for ages. It took many reassurances from Angeal for him to stop beating himself up over it, but... right now, he's thankful for its existence. It's proof. Not even just that this is Angeal rather than Jenova, but... that it's his Angeal.
Standing there, he can't even begin to quantify what he's feeling. There's a lifetime of complicated emotions that he's been swallowing down for-- a long time. For a while, he only has the wherewithal to stare at the mark, running a gloved thumb over the faintly marred skin. Eventually, his face starts to contort. Anger. Relief. Frustration. Joy. Something cracks within those impassive green eyes, giving way to a sheen of not-quite tears. His fingers tighten around Angeal's collar until the leather of his gloves creak, jerking the other man closer to him.]
Why?
["Why" a lot of things. Why did the Lifestream reject him? Which couldn't he find him sooner? Why did he leave at all? --Why wasn't their love reason enough to stay?]