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Angeal Hewley ([personal profile] firsteditionbfs) wrote2022-06-02 07:32 pm
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"This is Angeal Hewley... distinctly not here. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you when I can. If it's important, Lazard, Genesis, or Sephiroth should know where I am."

B E E P !
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[personal profile] rhapscdos 2024-04-14 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Genesis clicks his tongue, and gently shifts the applin in his lap to place it down by his feet with the others. The tiny wyrmling barely stirs, rustling its apple shell a moment, then going right back to sleep.

"Now, now. As I recall, I never said I wanted to fight you. You assumed as much," Genesis teases, waiting for Angeal to settle before he scoots closer, and rests his head against his mate's shoulder. With his hands free again, he slides one along Angeal's wrist, and down to his palm to twine their fingers together.

"But yes, they're tired. They've been... 'hard at work' so to say. They've been helping me with something very important."
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[personal profile] rhapscdos 2024-04-14 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"It was meant to be a surprise, darling. I couldn't give away all the suspense, now could I?" He breathes a laugh against Angeal's shoulder, fondly recalling the day despite how nervous he'd been at the time.

"Perceptive as always." After a moment of just enjoying the peace, the quiet, sure warmth of his mate's love, Genesis makes a soft, affirmative sound. He's reluctant to move, but carefully shifts himself and his wing. When it uncurls from around what the plumage has been hiding, there is a small, potted plant there.

Genesis sets it on his lap, smiling down at it, and that seems to stir the applins. They sleepily yawn and chirp, looking up at what appears to be a pair of silvery, woody stems that are intricately braided together. A pair of Banora Whites, young and still without their signature arches, woven to grow together.

"You're not the easiest man to find gifts for, you know. Even if I think you deserve more than the whole world could ever offer, I doubt you'd accept it. But I hope this suffices. It's only been a year, but I want to make it a hundred thousand more, across dozens of lives, across the universe and back. I want to be beside you forever, to watch it grow and flower and bear fruit. To see the leaves and bark and apples, and know that I am home with you."
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[personal profile] rhapscdos 2024-04-22 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Precisely. But if they ever do publish a sexy coupon book, I'll be sure to gift you one first thing." He laughs quietly under his breath, watching the way Angeal traces the rim of the pot. And then as he raises their hands, and kisses the arches of his knuckles.

"I know," Genesis says with a smile just as soft as that gesture. "And I will cherish every day at your side. Until all the stars in the heavens burn out, and even into the darkness of stardust again. We'll never be apart."
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[personal profile] rhapscdos 2024-05-23 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh?" Genesis practically purrs, watching Angeal move. He heads in the opposite direction of their home, which can only mean towards the smithy. While Genesis doesn't do much with patience, he waits quietly for Angeal to return with a curious look. Genesis knows it's something important with the way Angeal simply exists in his body like that. Unsure, but determined, underlying worries that Genesis has watched haunt his mate for a while now.

It's when Angeal sits down again that Genesis presses closer, sharing his warmth like a worried cat.

"It needs only come from you to suit me, beloved," he assures, and watches Angeal finally open the box. There's a soft, gentle exhale of "oh..."

They are beautiful. Intricacy be damned, the soft sheen of Angeal's feathers have always captivated him, and that's no exception now. The fondness creeps into his smile, into the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. The whole of him melts into something sweet and sure, and utterly adoring as he carefully picks them up.

The bracelet he slips on immediately, admiring it over the curve of his wrist for a moment. Then he's slipping his hands up to his earlobe, and removing the silver earring he typically wears to one side. It's replaced by that downy feather, the seating letting the pearly fuzz delicately brush along his neck. Genesis runs his fingers over it, purring aloud to the feel of it along his pulse. Like it's been missing beside the drum of his heart this entire time, a part of Angeal always on him.

With his head tipped to one side to enjoy the tactile feeling, Genesis smiles up at his mate.

"Yes, they absolutely do suit me, as predicted. You always have, and always will, after all. So what do you think?"