"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."
Since they were young... Angeal chuckles, for all that it feels as though his throat is going to fall apart. "I guess if we think about it all back then... I guess I was the one who proposed first after all, wasn't I? All this time, I've just been working on upgrading a little flower ring."
Something better, something that would last longer, than simple stalk and flowers.
Genesis's hands, as always, burn red hot as they press up against his knuckles, cradle his hands and the treasure in it. Mentioning his mother...
"...I wanted her to be there for our wedding," Angeal finally says quietly. "I thought she would. I thought... we could finish up the war, once, and then that'd be it. I could take you, and Sephiroth, just get it done with." And they'd invite Lazard, and Zack, and all the others that Angeael ever taught or protected...
Genesis knows. Even if the plan hadn’t been something they’d ever really talked about, there was no way either had ever considered their wedding without Gillian there. And if Genesis could have her there now, knew some way, he’d have done it in heartbeat. If only things were so simple - wanting something enough to make it manifest. What’s left to them is memory, and one of the few things Genesis could ask the Peacekeeper to afford them of her.
“I know,” he murmurs, if only to fill the space. “Perhaps the wedding should come on a day special to her. A way she can be with us, to share our happiness with her, even just in spirit.”
"The anniversary." Not even their anniversary, or his parents anniversary. It's just... always been the anniversary. The one that they all celebrated together, the one that mattered more than any holiday.
Hell, sometimes Angeal wondered if it mattered more than his own birthday, in his eyes even if no one else.
He takes in a deep breath, an attempt to center himself, eyes closed. "Ha. I was... actually going to propose to you then. I had it all planned out in my head, assuming I got the rings done with. I'd send you out to the bakery, just like ma used to... Get a big dinner ready for all of us. Propose then."
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Something better, something that would last longer, than simple stalk and flowers.
Genesis's hands, as always, burn red hot as they press up against his knuckles, cradle his hands and the treasure in it. Mentioning his mother...
"...I wanted her to be there for our wedding," Angeal finally says quietly. "I thought she would. I thought... we could finish up the war, once, and then that'd be it. I could take you, and Sephiroth, just get it done with." And they'd invite Lazard, and Zack, and all the others that Angeael ever taught or protected...
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“I know,” he murmurs, if only to fill the space. “Perhaps the wedding should come on a day special to her. A way she can be with us, to share our happiness with her, even just in spirit.”
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Hell, sometimes Angeal wondered if it mattered more than his own birthday, in his eyes even if no one else.
He takes in a deep breath, an attempt to center himself, eyes closed. "Ha. I was... actually going to propose to you then. I had it all planned out in my head, assuming I got the rings done with. I'd send you out to the bakery, just like ma used to... Get a big dinner ready for all of us. Propose then."