[But not for being yours, Angeal says, and another scoff presses out from between Sephiroth's tongue and teeth. Perhaps you should, is what he's about to say, until Angeal's hand finds the collar of his jacket, anchoring him in place. He's promptly silenced by that familiar mouth pressing against his own; he doesn't fight it or attempt to jerk himself away from the man.
If anything, he - without thinking - starts to chase after Angeal's lips when the kiss breaks before he remembers himself. Even now, like this, Angeal still has a powerful sway over him... just like he always has. And for trying to pretend like that's no longer the case? Sephiroth is an idiot, too. He still thinks he's trapping Angeal here somehow, still doesn't like it, but...
Angeal is a stubborn, stubborn man.
If he's determined to stay, there's no force on Gaia that will move him. He's always been that way-- the sturdy mountain of their little group. Immovable yet sheltering.
And for the first time, that leaves Sephiroth unsure of what to do in this moment. His desire hasn't exactly cooled, and the anger is only tempered to a manageable level, but... they've broken a little ground here, too. Not quite soft-- and it won't be for a while. Not until Sephiroth works through his catastrophically tangled mess of emotions.
But it's a step in the right direction.
Eventually, however... Sephiroth settles on seeking an answer to the question that's been burning in his lungs ever since Angeal began offering him kind words and forgiveness.]
...Why? If you've seen what I've become, then you know there is nothing here worth staying for.
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If anything, he - without thinking - starts to chase after Angeal's lips when the kiss breaks before he remembers himself. Even now, like this, Angeal still has a powerful sway over him... just like he always has. And for trying to pretend like that's no longer the case? Sephiroth is an idiot, too. He still thinks he's trapping Angeal here somehow, still doesn't like it, but...
Angeal is a stubborn, stubborn man.
If he's determined to stay, there's no force on Gaia that will move him. He's always been that way-- the sturdy mountain of their little group. Immovable yet sheltering.
And for the first time, that leaves Sephiroth unsure of what to do in this moment. His desire hasn't exactly cooled, and the anger is only tempered to a manageable level, but... they've broken a little ground here, too. Not quite soft-- and it won't be for a while. Not until Sephiroth works through his catastrophically tangled mess of emotions.
But it's a step in the right direction.
Eventually, however... Sephiroth settles on seeking an answer to the question that's been burning in his lungs ever since Angeal began offering him kind words and forgiveness.]
...Why? If you've seen what I've become, then you know there is nothing here worth staying for.