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NOT FINISHED but i figure you guys might want to see it anyway. Based off of "Lessons on Loving a Prophet" by Jeanann Verlee and that bakerstreet meme.
Genesis/Angeal, on Genesis' slow descent into being a dick madness and Angeal's blind devotion in trying to stop it.
One.
You know how this ends. There’s nothing you can do to change it, so make peace with it now. Ready your hands for the callus, shred the cloth for bandages, prepare the rosaries.
Genesis is a whirlwind and only does things in a fast manner, he always has; The way he talks, builds friendships out of his own selfish interests and sets his sights on those who do not give into him for seduction with his devil's smile. Genesis is a whirlwind and just like one, he takes, leaves and self destructs- Leaving for Angeal to pick up the pieces, of himself or of others.
He does so, every time.
Two.
When you meet him, outside the grocery, along the boardwalk, beneath the overpass, you will not know what he is. He will be neither be too charming nor too handsome, not thunder, not polish.
Angeal is ten the first time he notices Genesis- Ten and on the first day of the school year, on the same day the teacher looks at him with with a forced sympathetic smile and permission to excuse himself early from now on. Nobody expects much of a child of the poor, other than a strong will and a young burnout. Children like Genesis, on the other hand, ones like him who don't need to leave early to go work in the fields, aren't expected to stay in a small town with nothing much to offer.
Three.
The day you fall in love, his mouth will spill your name. He will repeat and repeat. He will not touch you. He will watch your hips, study whatever ample you have, will ask to watch you dance. When you turn to leave, he will use your name like a choke chain.
"Angeal." Genesis says, sly bent in blue eyes made brighter by the setting sun. He is the leader and Angeal the follower, he who sees their opportunity as one in which they can help others, SOLDIER's Third Class and rising. Now that they were firsts, it has been throw away again- His mother, dead. Genesis' own, buried.
And yet still he is here, the redhead at his back. Breath warm as it traces over his neck, feathers brushing along his arm. Angeal's eyes close in their dark room and his hands clench; Both of their eyes bluer, the shadows unable to hide anything from them any longer because of it."You may play, but you can never be mad at me."
And he can't, not even with this sickness, so the man swallows what was left of his pride once more, and focuses on finding a cure for his friend and lover.
Four.
He will call you miracle. Your face will unravel. This is his magic. When he begs you promise, say yes.
Angeal realizes that he is in love the moment he loses it; Realizes that his smile, given in the soft moments of his day before his lover woke up or has come down from that euphoric high has nothing to do with the fact he could never say no to him, that others would consider just indulgence; But in the way Genesis has done more than seduced him as he had everyone else, then ripped out his heart in death.
Five.
When he offers his lips, take them. Take his arms, his throat, take his toes when he offers. Gorge. Swallow everything whole. Gag. Vomit. Swallow more. Do not hesitate. No time for polite, or coy. Take.
Genesis is a fire and he burns brightly, a light that draws others to him, moths to the flame. Angeal can't resist, and finds himself never wanting to. Not when Genesis reaches for him and Angeal falls into the touch, touches himself, gives and gives and wants for more.
He had never been a man who covets, who wants; But Genesis' skin against his own, the way the other throws his head back and moans, is enough to drive the greed to give the other everything.
And afterward Genesis grins and laughs at him, running his fingers though Angeal's hair as if he were a good pet- As if his worship of body and flesh was acceptable.
Six.
When the minions call you whore, nod.
Genesis' parents stare daggers at him when their perfect, only son twines his arms over his shoulders from behind, continues their conversation in his dulcet laced tones with something more. He's taken away their chance at moving up in the world and Genesis revels in their anger, that he's only showing that he has chosen the man from Banora, when in reality he finds himself much more hedonistic then that.
It should of been his first clue that the other has something changing within him, that he wasn't the boy he fell in love with.
Seven.
He will tell you of the others. How they went crazy in their sleep awaiting his return. Do not flinch. Do not doubt your thickened fingertips. Stand upright. You promised.
Eight.
When you find him in his room, thrashing the sheets, pressing his palms into the walls, howling, his face a river… close the door. This is how he makes wine. Leave him in his sorcery.
Nine.
When he explains that he cannot love. That he will never be yours alone. When he tells how the meek, the gluttons, the tempted, the proud are his angels, do not mourn. Smile, feed him, wash his hair.
Ten.
He is a king among thieves. The leeches will hollow his skin, the crows reduce him to bones. His own heart will empty him. Allow for the bleed. Be ready with tourniquet and prayer.
Eleven.
In the dry burn of dawn, after the last of the lashes, the thorns and the spittle, when his limp body is laid at your feet, remember the night you loved him, the ember of his eyes and the way the words came like honey.
Twelve.
You were made for this.
"You are my perfect specimen!" Hollander shouts at him, paws uselessly at Angeal before the man shoves him off, before Zack in front of him can do it himself. He locks eyes with his student and they both know there is a change- A man once of honor and dreams now dying, already dead inside.
He had no will to live if he could not even save the one most important to him. So he won't.
’Zack do you remember our promise? That we'd fight against anything that torments this world.
I’ve become the torment. Zack, I'll show you.’
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Genesis/Angeal, on Genesis' slow descent into being a dick madness and Angeal's blind devotion in trying to stop it.
One.
You know how this ends. There’s nothing you can do to change it, so make peace with it now. Ready your hands for the callus, shred the cloth for bandages, prepare the rosaries.
Genesis is a whirlwind and only does things in a fast manner, he always has; The way he talks, builds friendships out of his own selfish interests and sets his sights on those who do not give into him for seduction with his devil's smile. Genesis is a whirlwind and just like one, he takes, leaves and self destructs- Leaving for Angeal to pick up the pieces, of himself or of others.
He does so, every time.
Two.
When you meet him, outside the grocery, along the boardwalk, beneath the overpass, you will not know what he is. He will be neither be too charming nor too handsome, not thunder, not polish.
Angeal is ten the first time he notices Genesis- Ten and on the first day of the school year, on the same day the teacher looks at him with with a forced sympathetic smile and permission to excuse himself early from now on. Nobody expects much of a child of the poor, other than a strong will and a young burnout. Children like Genesis, on the other hand, ones like him who don't need to leave early to go work in the fields, aren't expected to stay in a small town with nothing much to offer.
Three.
The day you fall in love, his mouth will spill your name. He will repeat and repeat. He will not touch you. He will watch your hips, study whatever ample you have, will ask to watch you dance. When you turn to leave, he will use your name like a choke chain.
"Angeal." Genesis says, sly bent in blue eyes made brighter by the setting sun. He is the leader and Angeal the follower, he who sees their opportunity as one in which they can help others, SOLDIER's Third Class and rising. Now that they were firsts, it has been throw away again- His mother, dead. Genesis' own, buried.
And yet still he is here, the redhead at his back. Breath warm as it traces over his neck, feathers brushing along his arm. Angeal's eyes close in their dark room and his hands clench; Both of their eyes bluer, the shadows unable to hide anything from them any longer because of it."You may play, but you can never be mad at me."
And he can't, not even with this sickness, so the man swallows what was left of his pride once more, and focuses on finding a cure for his friend and lover.
Four.
He will call you miracle. Your face will unravel. This is his magic. When he begs you promise, say yes.
Angeal realizes that he is in love the moment he loses it; Realizes that his smile, given in the soft moments of his day before his lover woke up or has come down from that euphoric high has nothing to do with the fact he could never say no to him, that others would consider just indulgence; But in the way Genesis has done more than seduced him as he had everyone else, then ripped out his heart in death.
Five.
When he offers his lips, take them. Take his arms, his throat, take his toes when he offers. Gorge. Swallow everything whole. Gag. Vomit. Swallow more. Do not hesitate. No time for polite, or coy. Take.
Genesis is a fire and he burns brightly, a light that draws others to him, moths to the flame. Angeal can't resist, and finds himself never wanting to. Not when Genesis reaches for him and Angeal falls into the touch, touches himself, gives and gives and wants for more.
He had never been a man who covets, who wants; But Genesis' skin against his own, the way the other throws his head back and moans, is enough to drive the greed to give the other everything.
And afterward Genesis grins and laughs at him, running his fingers though Angeal's hair as if he were a good pet- As if his worship of body and flesh was acceptable.
Six.
When the minions call you whore, nod.
Genesis' parents stare daggers at him when their perfect, only son twines his arms over his shoulders from behind, continues their conversation in his dulcet laced tones with something more. He's taken away their chance at moving up in the world and Genesis revels in their anger, that he's only showing that he has chosen the man from Banora, when in reality he finds himself much more hedonistic then that.
It should of been his first clue that the other has something changing within him, that he wasn't the boy he fell in love with.
Seven.
He will tell you of the others. How they went crazy in their sleep awaiting his return. Do not flinch. Do not doubt your thickened fingertips. Stand upright. You promised.
Eight.
When you find him in his room, thrashing the sheets, pressing his palms into the walls, howling, his face a river… close the door. This is how he makes wine. Leave him in his sorcery.
Nine.
When he explains that he cannot love. That he will never be yours alone. When he tells how the meek, the gluttons, the tempted, the proud are his angels, do not mourn. Smile, feed him, wash his hair.
Ten.
He is a king among thieves. The leeches will hollow his skin, the crows reduce him to bones. His own heart will empty him. Allow for the bleed. Be ready with tourniquet and prayer.
Eleven.
In the dry burn of dawn, after the last of the lashes, the thorns and the spittle, when his limp body is laid at your feet, remember the night you loved him, the ember of his eyes and the way the words came like honey.
Twelve.
You were made for this.
"You are my perfect specimen!" Hollander shouts at him, paws uselessly at Angeal before the man shoves him off, before Zack in front of him can do it himself. He locks eyes with his student and they both know there is a change- A man once of honor and dreams now dying, already dead inside.
He had no will to live if he could not even save the one most important to him. So he won't.
’Zack do you remember our promise? That we'd fight against anything that torments this world.
I’ve become the torment. Zack, I'll show you.’
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