“… Wherever it has left us.” Emerald hues were gentle as they looked into the pale sapphire ones presented before him. A leather-dressed hand rose to lightly catch a few stray strands of the crimson warrior’s auburn hair and would push it away from the face he was looking to. The silvered General’s feelings towards the rouge SOLDIER had not changed since their last encounter.
It was as if a small light had lit up behind his pale sapphire eyes at Sephiroth’s word. So the SOLDIER did in fact care for him in the same way Genesis did for the other. A smile returned to his lips.
“I am glad to hear you say that…” He moved even closer to the other. “Though we may have different views… my heart still longs for you.” It was a cheesy line but he continued to smile all the same.
The calculated smile that reside on the pale expression melted into a more calm, gentle one when such words had escaped the red warrior’s voice. “I have missed you as well, Rhapsodos.”
He took a cautious step forward. His own eyes staring back into the other mans. Genesis paused for a moment before he spoke again. He needed to know if Sephiroth still cared for him the way they had left off.
“Where does this leave us Sephiroth…?”
“Hm.” A small smile curled at the ends of the silvered General’s lips, jaded optics briefly moving away from the crimson-clad man as he shook his head — The sentence that flowed in his careful voice took on a more mocking tone than anything else. “Who says I haven’t?”
“Oh how hurtful Seph~” Though he smiled. The former SOLDIER took a step forward, his tone turning to a more serious one. “I am glad you have returned Sephiroth… In a lack of better words, I have missed you.”
Emerald hues looked to the red warrior with a soft inward smile as their silvered own gave a slight nod to the familiar man. “Genesis.”
“My friend… You have returned to me. I was beginning to think you had finally grown tired of my tendency to recite Loveless~” The redhead grinned, looking on to Sephiroth, who last time they saw each other, they had kissed.
The answer took him aback. Minerva? As in, the Romans’ Athena? Luxord blinked, before sneering and laughing. “You would call upon Minerva? Ha~! Minerva does not exist, or if she did, she died long ago! Your goddess is dead, and mine lives. She lives, and breathes, and has bestowed her favor upon me.”
He burst into a fit of laughter. “Really now? You are so very misinformed. Watch as I call upon the goddess. Call upon Minerva for her guidance and power~”
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Something akin to rage was building up inside him. Logically, of course, he knew that he could feel no rage, nor pain at the thought of his goddess, his Lady Luck abandoning him. What he ‘felt’, of course, was different. “Fortuna would never forsake her chosen.” A proud look crossed his face. “I am, after all, Luxord, Gambler of fate.”
“Fortuna? Is that what you call her?” He shook his head, almost as if disgusted. “You don’t even know her name, and you call yourself chosen. The goddess is named Minerva of course.”
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One eye twitched slowly. “I am the favored of my Lady, and fair convinced on my own that you are a madman and do not know the goddess as you claim to. Stop your false and wretched pretense before I end it for you.”
“I seem to have pushed a button haven’t I?” Genesis smirked, and covered his mouth to block a chuckle. His single black wing extended from his back and he stretched out his arms beside him. “If you know her, than call upon the goddess now, hmm?”
The blond drew himself up, and summoned his cards, a half-angry look flickering across his face. “I need not. When she sees that I am troubled, she will come.” It seemed almost a reassurance to himself. She will come. He knew that, had to know that. Fortuna would not abandon him again.
“Oh, is that like saying you can’t summon her? My how unfortunate. You see, the goddess comes to me when I ask for her~” He felt no need to hide his laugh this time and he let it out.
One eye twitched slowly. “I am the favored of my Lady, and fair convinced on my own that you are a madman and do not know the goddess as you claim to. Stop your false and wretched pretense before I end it for you.”
“I seem to have pushed a button haven’t I?” Genesis smirked, and covered his mouth to block a chuckle. His single black wing extended from his back and he stretched out his arms beside him. “If you know her, than call upon the goddess now, hmm?”
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“…excuse me?” Cyan eyes narrowed quietly. “You think that I would pretend to know the Lady? That I would bring dishonor upon her name by falsifying my belief in her? I am mortally offended, sir. Per’aps you are not in need of my help after all.”
“The goddess speaks to only those who are worthy. In these few moments that I have spoken with you, I am not convinced you are worthy.”
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“Well, that’s lovely poetry.” Luxord chuckled once more, and crossed his arms, willing the other to speak more. “It would seem we do mean the same goddess. Ah, Fortuna is kind.” He nodded, mostly to himself and advanced upon the man. “So, what prayers have I answered, exactly?”
“My soul, corrupted by vengeance, Hath endured torment.” He whispered the last act of Loveless, the act that he himself wrote. The grin never leaving his face. “I have asked for the key to end my suffering, the cells that my body has been tainted with to be cleaned. The goddess brought you to me to help me with this.”
Well, this man was clearly not playing with a full deck. He was a few Queens short, if you asked Luxord. But the blond smiled amiably at him and nodded. “Of course, love, of course. We can…clean your body however you like.”
Genesis looked at the man for a moment and sighed. “Or you could just be pretending to know who the goddess is. It would not be the first time I have found a fan who wanted to be like me~”
