CLOSED • Someone take these dreams away

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Who: Sephiroth + Yazoo
When: Early December
Where: Casa de Jenova
What: A family blow-up, probably
Warnings: TBA

( Sephiroth has to have realised that his Remnant has been avoiding him. Cloud had been somewhat short-sighted in springing the truth of Aefenglom on Yazoo without any kind of preparation: his piece about Kadaj had been just enough to tip the Remnant over from denial into real heartbreak, and with no real understanding of how to deal with those emotions? Yazoo has been trapped deep in his grief, temporarily arrested by an inability to express (or even to process) what's happened to him.

Spending the full moons alone was difficult. He doesn't remember the whole ordeal — there had been pain, perhaps a little blood, exhaustion from a night spent roaming the Wilde — but the next morning he'd awoken in his ruined attic free of injury or signs of attack. His desire to be close to Sephiroth, to Cloud and Zack, had been overwhelming in that moment, and of the three of them ...

Well. Sephiroth is the only one who hasn't rejected him outright, and the only one who might some day be able to understand what it is he's feeling.

Yazoo returns to their home in the dead of night as though nothing has happened; as though he hasn't spent days missing, and isn't tracking dirt and the scent of dried animal blood through their shared space. He washes, changes into some soft, dark clothes that aren't his leathers, then waits in his room until he can hear the sounds of Sephiroth preparing his breakfast. When the spitting of fried eggs stops, he heads downstairs and glides directly to the kitchen table, where he promptly takes Sephiroth's plate and removes it to the counter before taking the seat opposite. No breakfast for you, Sephiroth. Yazoo wants all of his attention. )

I need to talk to you.

( He looks different somehow — less sure of himself. What had been an untouchable, smug haughtiness has been reduced down to something simple and aloof; a way of keeping his distance from others as opposed to sneering his dismissal. Seating himself opposite, Yazoo folds his hands on the table in front of them and looks him in the eye: )

About our family.