[Angeal is following him, determined to say his piece. Sephiroth nearly makes it to the portal before Angeal's words finally slow him down, beckoning him to turn sharply on his heel. His eyes are sharp, his body still bristling with anger. But... then slowly, Sephiroth tilts his chin up, his expression gradually easing into well-practiced indifference.]
And if I don't want it? If I don't want you?
[He wouldn't be fooling anyone. Not after the way he pinned Angeal to the wall, chasing after his mouth like a starved animal but moments ago. Certainly not when he'd brought him here of all places and with the intent of ravaging him senseless no less.
Maybe, in some misguided way, he thinks he's protecting Angeal from him by behaving this way. Because, no matter how much he may still yearn and ache for this man, Sephiroth knows his hands only bring pain and destruction. And Angeal is too complacent to take it, to keep giving without regard for his own well-being, thinking it's deserved. Sephiroth has already slipped too far-- snarling ugly things in his profound anger and reaching for Angeal in violence rather than gentleness. He'd just defied Fate itself to save a past version of him, only to defile the one who once belonged to him with bitterness and fury.
It's not right. He's not so far gone that he can't see that in this moment of clarity. All he'll do is mar an already broken man further, and it leaves a snarled knot in his stomach. He's not capable of healing either one of them.]
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And if I don't want it? If I don't want you?
[He wouldn't be fooling anyone. Not after the way he pinned Angeal to the wall, chasing after his mouth like a starved animal but moments ago. Certainly not when he'd brought him here of all places and with the intent of ravaging him senseless no less.
Maybe, in some misguided way, he thinks he's protecting Angeal from him by behaving this way. Because, no matter how much he may still yearn and ache for this man, Sephiroth knows his hands only bring pain and destruction. And Angeal is too complacent to take it, to keep giving without regard for his own well-being, thinking it's deserved. Sephiroth has already slipped too far-- snarling ugly things in his profound anger and reaching for Angeal in violence rather than gentleness. He'd just defied Fate itself to save a past version of him, only to defile the one who once belonged to him with bitterness and fury.
It's not right. He's not so far gone that he can't see that in this moment of clarity. All he'll do is mar an already broken man further, and it leaves a snarled knot in his stomach. He's not capable of healing either one of them.]