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More Than You Breathe
no_hometown and c-zacatechichi @ queenofheartsrp
She knows the ways of soldiers. She has seen them in the bars, around the barracks. They are an unruly lot, and she has never been like them and as a first class warrior, and as a woman, she never truly will be. She has more honor than to slaver drunkenly over conquered women, more honor than to abuse them as prizes. She does not tolerate it within the ranks under her control, but she is not so naive as to pretend her disapproval erases such foolishness, but she is at peace to play no part.
Still, there are some aspects of the soldiers' conduct which bear relevance upon the situation she finds herself in.
Relevance only, however, as Sephiroth is quite convinced that nothing will be able to quantify the dreamchaser woman in a way that can easily be picked apart and understood. Perhaps it is the challenge which intrigues her, or perhaps it is Fela's easy way of smiling, her easy way of touching and of laughing. The woman is sensual, and she is defiant and... Sephiroth does not truly know what it is she thinks of her, as she has never met another quite the same. Uncertainty has never stopped her before. It merely suggest to her that a different strategy of exploration may be needed, and Fela has been so very open with her hands.
Sex has never been a priority to Sephiroth, it was not even an amusing distraction in her eyes. She did not like to be distracted. When she invites Fela into her bed, it is in the pursuit of coming to know her more intimately (and she has no touch for double entendre.)
It bemuses Fela, who can see rather clearly how little romance is motivating her companion. She quirks a smile anyway, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"Yes, if you will have me." She touches the woman's arm affectionately and notes the lack of any real reaction. She wonders what the woman expects to accomplish.
Sephiroth, of course, takes her polite acceptance far too literally and assures her she would not have asked in anything but earnest. Fela has questions, honestly, but when Sephiroth offers to lead her to where she is staying, she accompanies the woman.
The apartments Reeve Tuesti has replicated in the Garden are more modern than anything else Fela has seen, her own home is built of mudbrick with earthen clay floors, no glass in the windows, no electricity. She had flattered herself with running water and a gas stove, but truly that was all. She peers around the fashionable Midgardian apartment, asking Sephiroth if this is average for her world.
She receives a rather noncommittal answer and is forced to smile again, to catch Sephiroth by the arm and turn her around. It is telling that Sephiroth has no idea what she wants, that her hands to do not come up to settle around her waist and Fela gives her an exasperated expression, even if it is affectionate.
"You should kiss me."
Sephiroth inclines her head, understands that and leans in to comply and perhaps she is surprised in her own way when Fela winds fingers into her hair and keeps her close. It is a strange sort of kiss. There is so much more warmth in Fela's touch. Sephiroth is aware of this, aware that she is being offered something she is not certain how to accept, nor what she would do with the gift once it was had. She wonders if she could... ask Fela, but before she has made such a decision, the woman has settled back, still close, still running long strands of hair through her fingers thoughtfully.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asks softly. Fela asks Sephiroth this often. Does she enjoy dancing, food, music. Clearly it is something important to her, and yet Sephiroth is often to explain that is is battle and honor which pleases her best.
"I am not sure."
There is something... sad, perhaps disappointed, in the dreamchaser's dark eyes, but Sephiroth is rather used to that, there is often sadness flickering there when the two of them discuss the world. Battles and bloodshed are antithesis to Fela, just as Sephiroth does not truly understand, nor strictly approve of, the strange poetics in which she believes. But they are here now because has persisted. Is that attraction? Sephiroth values strength above all else, something Fela shows, in some ways. She is certainly willing to challenge her, even in fear and in sadness, to hold on to her unattainable ideals.
What is it Fela values, if soldiers frighten her? Why is she here?
The woman's fingertips touch the general's mouth lightly, looking up with an expression Sephiroth does not know how to describe: the set of her lips soft, her eyes half-lidded.
"Are you going to show me your bedroom, Sephiroth?" she prompts. There is a quiet humor there and Sephiroth obliges like a soldier, quickly, efficiently. She expects Reeve would afford her her privacy, but she understands what she has asked of Fela is to be conducted behind closed doors.
Fela looks around the room, still curious, always curious, but that is not so surprising when she forgets so often. Curiosity, at least, is something they share.
She speaks up as she explores, "It should be difficult, not to hold your lover when you are alone."
"Why is that?" Though she asks, Sephiroth takes this as another suggestions and moves to put her arms around the woman. She takes note of the way Fela leans back into her, the way she moves those arms to loop around her waist.
"You desire them too greatly," Fela replies, her eyes falling closed.
"I have more restraint than this description."
"Love is beyond restraint."
"Do you think I love you?" There is incredulity there. Sephiroth would not wish to imply emotions beyond the truth. Fela, however, just smiles ruefully and she turns in the general's arms.
"You should, for as long as I am in this room with you."
Should. She continues to express herself that way, telling Sephiroth what should be done. Sephiroth has obeyed her thus far, but she is not so certain she can give an emotion so easily.
"And how should I do this?"
There is a hand on her face. it is not the first time Fela has done so, stroked her cheek, Sephiroth allows it, has grown used to it, but still does not react with pleasure.
"You should desire me. You should me beautiful, my body, my voice, my thoughts, all of my existence. And you should want me to know it, that I thrill and fascinate you, and that is why you can hardly bear not touch me. You should want my happiness and my pleasure, because it is also yours. Because I am deserving of it, in your eyes." Fela's voice is steady, melodious. She reminds Sephiroth of Angeal and his poetry, it may as well be a recitation. "And I will give this to you in kind."
"That is a detailed facade."
Fela's mouth thins slightly, but her hands fall to the fastenings of Sephiroth's cloak.
"Perhaps it will turn out deceptively simple."
...Perhaps. Sephiroth reflects on all Fela has said to her, and though much of it seemed strange and soporific, her curiosity to experience and understand Fela's belief in it remains. The woman does fascinate her, she does enjoy her romanticisms, in some ways. Is that a thrill? Where does her skin enter into this? Her body? Does that thrill her?
He lifts her hands to Fela's waist. She dresses like the women of Costa del Sol, bright colors and bare flesh. Her skin is warm under Sephiroth's hands. Much of her is warm. Her voice, her smile, her eyes, her hands. That is not unpleasant.
It is a start.
"Sephiroth," Fela calls her out of her thoughts softly. "You should kiss me."
Sephiroth shows a faint smile at the repetition. "How often would please you?"
"More than you breathe," Fela answers, and so Sephiroth, ever the efficient soldier, does not waste another breath.
She thinks about skin as she does, about warmth, and draws the dreamchaser closer to her, where their bodies are in line. And Fela holds on t her, as if she can barely stand to let go.
Sephiroth understands the logistics of this, knows the way that sex works from a cold perspective, rarely put into action. but if Fela can barely stand to be on her feet without her, perhaps she should be laid out on the bed. Sephiroth scoops her up easily, pausing only to shed her heavy outerwear, sword still in easy reach, before she follows the woman down to the bed. Long spidersilk strands of hair tumble past her ear. Fela brushes them aside gently.
Her dark eyes are smiling, as is her wet mouth.
**
Sephiroth keeps Fela with her into the evening. Not all their time is wasted on carnality, Sephiroth's interest cannot be held that long, although she suspects that Fela's very well could be. The woman has a playful imagination, and an incredibly strong will. While she is willing to be touched, she is not amenable to being controlled nor to submission. Sephiroth has never been with a partner such as her, so concerned with mutual satisfaction, unwilling to compromise but with equal disinterest in any attempt to dominate Sephiroth in kind, as if she could.
The rest of the time is spent in conversation. Fela asks her about the world, about Midgar, about Reeve when she comes up. Sephiroth asks her about her world, probing constantly for anything she can remember.
Sephiroth leaves her, briefly, to dress and greet Reeve, although she is somewhat surprised to have Fela's hands trailing after her.
It is tempting to be impatient with it, with Fela sitting up to press to her back while Sephiroth pulls on her boots. However, she remembers the promise she had made, that all she asked of Sephiroth would be returned: that she would love her for as long as they were together in this room.
It is a strange experience. The unconditional love of a woman who will forget it was ever offered. Sephiroth does not need her affection, but the impermanence of it is... interesting. She will have to reflect on the sensation further, and indulges it, for now.
She answers to her own responsibilities before she goes, turning to draw Fela into a kiss.
There is a warm pleasure in the woman's eyes as she pulls away. Sephiroth studies her for a moment, the result she sought, and then she pulls her clothes into order. She rises, but Fela catches her again to remind,
"Your hair."
**
She sits with Reeve while the other woman has dinner, listens to her as she relates the day's discoveries. Sometimes they are inane, but it is their habit. The snakes appear while they are seated, two in fact. One with a vial of luminous mako, the other with a familiar paper packet. As Sephiroth takes both into her hand, the sweet smell of the sonando reaches her and she realizes that it is the same smell as Fela's skin, as her hair. Something Sephiroth suddenly finds herself much closer acquainted with than before.
"Hm?" Reeve wonders, neck craning to peak around the table. "What do you have there?" She is quite familiar with the general's needs, but this jsut looks the serpents have presented her with a love note. The image makes her laugh to herself.
"It is sonando," Sephiroth answers without reservations. "For Fela."
"Oh?" Reeve gives a catlike blink. She does not know the woman personally, of her, but that would not change the relevant question, "She's here? Why didn't you invite her to eat?" It is a playful question although the answer...
"She was not dressed."
"...oh?" Reeve really would love to pry.
**
She sits with Reeve a little longer before she goes to take Fela her medicine. She finds the other woman asleep, stretched out in her bed and entangled with the white sheets. Sephiroth forgets little, and so she remembers that Fela has told her how little she truly sleeps with her dreamwalking. She wonders if Fela is asleep now, or if her mind is somewhere else.
She sits on the edge of the bed beside her, watches to see if her eyes move beneath her lids, checks her pulse to see how quickly it beats. She does not know what she looks for, what symptoms show in a dreamchaser, but she takes her notes nonetheless. She writes her observations down quietly, leaving the sonando where Fela can reach it before going off to keep her own rituals: patrolling around the apartment, practicing with her sword in the dark, perusing the vine's most recent entries for useful information.
She can take very little rest, intends to stay up much of the night until Fela appears in the doorway, draped still in that sheet. Sephiroth recognizes the distracted expression on her face and leaves the vine, rising to offer out an arm to the woman. Fela leans on her support heavily, gazing up with dark eyes,
"Should I leave you, Sephiroth?"
It is a ridiculous question. Sephiroth would not allow her to wander out into the night like this and, in fact, scoops her up and takes her back to the bed. It is answer enough, but she says,
"Sleep, if you can."
Fela's hands linger on her, wound into her hair, curled into her clothes. Not pulling, but still insistent.
"Stay with me."
...A ridiculous request, perhaps. Sepiroth could return to patrolling, easily. Could make her way out to the laboratory, check on things there.
Fela has pushed her jacket off her shoulder, tugging things loose with nimble hands.
Sepiroth shrugs out of her coat after a moment. Folds up her pants and her shirt, and does, eventually, join Fela in the bed.
It is not so often she has a companion to attend to, she can balance her responsibilities to her, for a few hours. She even accepts the woman's body in against her side, accepts her kiss.
Her sleep is quite peaceful with the dreamchaser beside her.
no_hometown and c-zacatechichi @ queenofheartsrp
She knows the ways of soldiers. She has seen them in the bars, around the barracks. They are an unruly lot, and she has never been like them and as a first class warrior, and as a woman, she never truly will be. She has more honor than to slaver drunkenly over conquered women, more honor than to abuse them as prizes. She does not tolerate it within the ranks under her control, but she is not so naive as to pretend her disapproval erases such foolishness, but she is at peace to play no part.
Still, there are some aspects of the soldiers' conduct which bear relevance upon the situation she finds herself in.
Relevance only, however, as Sephiroth is quite convinced that nothing will be able to quantify the dreamchaser woman in a way that can easily be picked apart and understood. Perhaps it is the challenge which intrigues her, or perhaps it is Fela's easy way of smiling, her easy way of touching and of laughing. The woman is sensual, and she is defiant and... Sephiroth does not truly know what it is she thinks of her, as she has never met another quite the same. Uncertainty has never stopped her before. It merely suggest to her that a different strategy of exploration may be needed, and Fela has been so very open with her hands.
Sex has never been a priority to Sephiroth, it was not even an amusing distraction in her eyes. She did not like to be distracted. When she invites Fela into her bed, it is in the pursuit of coming to know her more intimately (and she has no touch for double entendre.)
It bemuses Fela, who can see rather clearly how little romance is motivating her companion. She quirks a smile anyway, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
"Yes, if you will have me." She touches the woman's arm affectionately and notes the lack of any real reaction. She wonders what the woman expects to accomplish.
Sephiroth, of course, takes her polite acceptance far too literally and assures her she would not have asked in anything but earnest. Fela has questions, honestly, but when Sephiroth offers to lead her to where she is staying, she accompanies the woman.
The apartments Reeve Tuesti has replicated in the Garden are more modern than anything else Fela has seen, her own home is built of mudbrick with earthen clay floors, no glass in the windows, no electricity. She had flattered herself with running water and a gas stove, but truly that was all. She peers around the fashionable Midgardian apartment, asking Sephiroth if this is average for her world.
She receives a rather noncommittal answer and is forced to smile again, to catch Sephiroth by the arm and turn her around. It is telling that Sephiroth has no idea what she wants, that her hands to do not come up to settle around her waist and Fela gives her an exasperated expression, even if it is affectionate.
"You should kiss me."
Sephiroth inclines her head, understands that and leans in to comply and perhaps she is surprised in her own way when Fela winds fingers into her hair and keeps her close. It is a strange sort of kiss. There is so much more warmth in Fela's touch. Sephiroth is aware of this, aware that she is being offered something she is not certain how to accept, nor what she would do with the gift once it was had. She wonders if she could... ask Fela, but before she has made such a decision, the woman has settled back, still close, still running long strands of hair through her fingers thoughtfully.
"Did you enjoy that?" she asks softly. Fela asks Sephiroth this often. Does she enjoy dancing, food, music. Clearly it is something important to her, and yet Sephiroth is often to explain that is is battle and honor which pleases her best.
"I am not sure."
There is something... sad, perhaps disappointed, in the dreamchaser's dark eyes, but Sephiroth is rather used to that, there is often sadness flickering there when the two of them discuss the world. Battles and bloodshed are antithesis to Fela, just as Sephiroth does not truly understand, nor strictly approve of, the strange poetics in which she believes. But they are here now because has persisted. Is that attraction? Sephiroth values strength above all else, something Fela shows, in some ways. She is certainly willing to challenge her, even in fear and in sadness, to hold on to her unattainable ideals.
What is it Fela values, if soldiers frighten her? Why is she here?
The woman's fingertips touch the general's mouth lightly, looking up with an expression Sephiroth does not know how to describe: the set of her lips soft, her eyes half-lidded.
"Are you going to show me your bedroom, Sephiroth?" she prompts. There is a quiet humor there and Sephiroth obliges like a soldier, quickly, efficiently. She expects Reeve would afford her her privacy, but she understands what she has asked of Fela is to be conducted behind closed doors.
Fela looks around the room, still curious, always curious, but that is not so surprising when she forgets so often. Curiosity, at least, is something they share.
She speaks up as she explores, "It should be difficult, not to hold your lover when you are alone."
"Why is that?" Though she asks, Sephiroth takes this as another suggestions and moves to put her arms around the woman. She takes note of the way Fela leans back into her, the way she moves those arms to loop around her waist.
"You desire them too greatly," Fela replies, her eyes falling closed.
"I have more restraint than this description."
"Love is beyond restraint."
"Do you think I love you?" There is incredulity there. Sephiroth would not wish to imply emotions beyond the truth. Fela, however, just smiles ruefully and she turns in the general's arms.
"You should, for as long as I am in this room with you."
Should. She continues to express herself that way, telling Sephiroth what should be done. Sephiroth has obeyed her thus far, but she is not so certain she can give an emotion so easily.
"And how should I do this?"
There is a hand on her face. it is not the first time Fela has done so, stroked her cheek, Sephiroth allows it, has grown used to it, but still does not react with pleasure.
"You should desire me. You should me beautiful, my body, my voice, my thoughts, all of my existence. And you should want me to know it, that I thrill and fascinate you, and that is why you can hardly bear not touch me. You should want my happiness and my pleasure, because it is also yours. Because I am deserving of it, in your eyes." Fela's voice is steady, melodious. She reminds Sephiroth of Angeal and his poetry, it may as well be a recitation. "And I will give this to you in kind."
"That is a detailed facade."
Fela's mouth thins slightly, but her hands fall to the fastenings of Sephiroth's cloak.
"Perhaps it will turn out deceptively simple."
...Perhaps. Sephiroth reflects on all Fela has said to her, and though much of it seemed strange and soporific, her curiosity to experience and understand Fela's belief in it remains. The woman does fascinate her, she does enjoy her romanticisms, in some ways. Is that a thrill? Where does her skin enter into this? Her body? Does that thrill her?
He lifts her hands to Fela's waist. She dresses like the women of Costa del Sol, bright colors and bare flesh. Her skin is warm under Sephiroth's hands. Much of her is warm. Her voice, her smile, her eyes, her hands. That is not unpleasant.
It is a start.
"Sephiroth," Fela calls her out of her thoughts softly. "You should kiss me."
Sephiroth shows a faint smile at the repetition. "How often would please you?"
"More than you breathe," Fela answers, and so Sephiroth, ever the efficient soldier, does not waste another breath.
She thinks about skin as she does, about warmth, and draws the dreamchaser closer to her, where their bodies are in line. And Fela holds on t her, as if she can barely stand to let go.
Sephiroth understands the logistics of this, knows the way that sex works from a cold perspective, rarely put into action. but if Fela can barely stand to be on her feet without her, perhaps she should be laid out on the bed. Sephiroth scoops her up easily, pausing only to shed her heavy outerwear, sword still in easy reach, before she follows the woman down to the bed. Long spidersilk strands of hair tumble past her ear. Fela brushes them aside gently.
Her dark eyes are smiling, as is her wet mouth.
**
Sephiroth keeps Fela with her into the evening. Not all their time is wasted on carnality, Sephiroth's interest cannot be held that long, although she suspects that Fela's very well could be. The woman has a playful imagination, and an incredibly strong will. While she is willing to be touched, she is not amenable to being controlled nor to submission. Sephiroth has never been with a partner such as her, so concerned with mutual satisfaction, unwilling to compromise but with equal disinterest in any attempt to dominate Sephiroth in kind, as if she could.
The rest of the time is spent in conversation. Fela asks her about the world, about Midgar, about Reeve when she comes up. Sephiroth asks her about her world, probing constantly for anything she can remember.
Sephiroth leaves her, briefly, to dress and greet Reeve, although she is somewhat surprised to have Fela's hands trailing after her.
It is tempting to be impatient with it, with Fela sitting up to press to her back while Sephiroth pulls on her boots. However, she remembers the promise she had made, that all she asked of Sephiroth would be returned: that she would love her for as long as they were together in this room.
It is a strange experience. The unconditional love of a woman who will forget it was ever offered. Sephiroth does not need her affection, but the impermanence of it is... interesting. She will have to reflect on the sensation further, and indulges it, for now.
She answers to her own responsibilities before she goes, turning to draw Fela into a kiss.
There is a warm pleasure in the woman's eyes as she pulls away. Sephiroth studies her for a moment, the result she sought, and then she pulls her clothes into order. She rises, but Fela catches her again to remind,
"Your hair."
**
She sits with Reeve while the other woman has dinner, listens to her as she relates the day's discoveries. Sometimes they are inane, but it is their habit. The snakes appear while they are seated, two in fact. One with a vial of luminous mako, the other with a familiar paper packet. As Sephiroth takes both into her hand, the sweet smell of the sonando reaches her and she realizes that it is the same smell as Fela's skin, as her hair. Something Sephiroth suddenly finds herself much closer acquainted with than before.
"Hm?" Reeve wonders, neck craning to peak around the table. "What do you have there?" She is quite familiar with the general's needs, but this jsut looks the serpents have presented her with a love note. The image makes her laugh to herself.
"It is sonando," Sephiroth answers without reservations. "For Fela."
"Oh?" Reeve gives a catlike blink. She does not know the woman personally, of her, but that would not change the relevant question, "She's here? Why didn't you invite her to eat?" It is a playful question although the answer...
"She was not dressed."
"...oh?" Reeve really would love to pry.
**
She sits with Reeve a little longer before she goes to take Fela her medicine. She finds the other woman asleep, stretched out in her bed and entangled with the white sheets. Sephiroth forgets little, and so she remembers that Fela has told her how little she truly sleeps with her dreamwalking. She wonders if Fela is asleep now, or if her mind is somewhere else.
She sits on the edge of the bed beside her, watches to see if her eyes move beneath her lids, checks her pulse to see how quickly it beats. She does not know what she looks for, what symptoms show in a dreamchaser, but she takes her notes nonetheless. She writes her observations down quietly, leaving the sonando where Fela can reach it before going off to keep her own rituals: patrolling around the apartment, practicing with her sword in the dark, perusing the vine's most recent entries for useful information.
She can take very little rest, intends to stay up much of the night until Fela appears in the doorway, draped still in that sheet. Sephiroth recognizes the distracted expression on her face and leaves the vine, rising to offer out an arm to the woman. Fela leans on her support heavily, gazing up with dark eyes,
"Should I leave you, Sephiroth?"
It is a ridiculous question. Sephiroth would not allow her to wander out into the night like this and, in fact, scoops her up and takes her back to the bed. It is answer enough, but she says,
"Sleep, if you can."
Fela's hands linger on her, wound into her hair, curled into her clothes. Not pulling, but still insistent.
"Stay with me."
...A ridiculous request, perhaps. Sepiroth could return to patrolling, easily. Could make her way out to the laboratory, check on things there.
Fela has pushed her jacket off her shoulder, tugging things loose with nimble hands.
Sepiroth shrugs out of her coat after a moment. Folds up her pants and her shirt, and does, eventually, join Fela in the bed.
It is not so often she has a companion to attend to, she can balance her responsibilities to her, for a few hours. She even accepts the woman's body in against her side, accepts her kiss.
Her sleep is quite peaceful with the dreamchaser beside her.