Silent with his steps, the silver soldier cautiously approached the other from behind as gloved hand absentmindedly rose and reached out to lightly pick at a strand that once was a fiery auburn but now a dull snowy color. “—Genesis…”
Genesis’s eyes fell closed for a moment, the present of the one he loved somehow comforting. He then turned, face showing not a single bit of worry; though his eyes said it all. “Sephiroth…”
(Source: poeticinsanity, via silverednightmare-deactivated20)
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