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Springtide Terminus	By : victorsgrace Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1955 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-New tides
- 2-Congratulatory celebrations
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---* Allright, so no raw passion just jet - but don't worry! We'll get there. Let's get the mood right and get the build-up properly done. That being said, let the celebrations start! *---

Even before arriving at floor 69, Sephiroth could hear the music through the walls. It was a light-hearted, fluty, beat-drummy, cymbal ballroom theme. The chatter of the guests softly flowed towards him as the elevator doors slid open. A soft pat on the back and Lazard elegantly stepped past him, leading the way.
Automatically Sephiroth smoothed his blazer down the front. He wasn't sure how many times he'd done that today - probably more than should be counted. The tailor made suit actually fell snug against him. The fabric was soft, but strong and fitted to his frame. It was a downtoned black with a simple, sleek design. He'd thanked the heavens that Lazard hadn't gone all out with ruffles and blondes (you never really knew with his taste, he expected) and the only extravangt part was the silvery, silken cravat lying snugly against the base of his throath, lavishly adorned with a turquise materia.
("Come now, it suits your eyes") Lazard had pressed on, overseeing Sephiroths' first try out. Sephiroth hadn't exactly worded any protests against the attire itself, just stared at the sleek and groomed stranger infront of him. Well kept but frighteningly hollow, for the keen eye, he thought. Being handpicked as the primo excellence for Shin-Ras promotional actions had craved quite a bit of changes in his personal maintenance. Of course he always kept a strict hygene overall, but aside from his hair and keeping his equipment neat and functional, Sephiroth hand't really dwelled on physical luxuries.
Of course he kept his hair long and took some pride in it, but upon his promotion, it was coaxed and decided that he grew it longer and kept it in excellent condition, along with utilizing expensive and high quality products to maintain it and his skin. He got his mind around it quickly enough, but had a hard time getting used to the perfumed dousings of his apparently very important conditioner.
Silently thanking the Gods for general luck in the reasent changes, meetings like those with his personal designer sometimes made him want to commit Sebuku with any dull object at hand and take a few heads with him.
But as much else in his life, he learned to take it, to turn off from it... And sure, his hair was now of a much softer quality.
Striding to catch up with Lazard, he absently noted the reflectiveness of his ballrooms shoes underneath him. Sitting on green, plushed benches in the next room was Angeal, dressed up in shine and firmness as Sephiroth himself. Seeing the other elite SOLDIER brought a warm, polite smile on his face.
"Sephiroth," Angeal greeted with a smile. "You clean up well. I appreciate the chance to see you like this."
"Thank you," Sephiroth accepted. "You aswell, Angeal." He politely stated. The ballroom theme from behind the walls chimed on. Already he felt a bit more relaxed. He liked Angeal. There was a certain professional, kind air around him that Sephiroth could appreciate. Lazard, who had been talking to another member in the background, turned and guided him towards them.
"Sephiroth," Lazard presented. "let me introduce you to another of our newest 1st. Class SOLDIER members, Gensis." A swift and slender hand sought it's way directly towards him. On the contrary to himself, this man went all in. Clad in a snug, red velvet, shimmering suit with tiny gold trimmings and a classic, white silken shirt underneath, the red haired youth certainly demanded attention.
His whole demeanour was direct and beaming.
Sephiroth extended his left hand and they firmly shook. Genesis smiled what Sephiroth could only determine as a cocky grin, as a silvery earring dangled from his right ear. "Ah," the young man exclaimed. "the infamous General - Shin-Ra war hero! I can't tell you how pleased I am to finally make your aquantaince." There was something slightly cocky and extravagant about this greeting that signalled a challenge, but the General only took private note of this and simply smiled at him.
"Genesis," he stated. "pleased to make your aquantaince. Welcome to SOLDIER, 1st Class. I am sure you will fare well here." Genesis replied with a sturdy "hah!" and tossed his hair. "You'll be sure to notice." Unfased, but unwilling to take it any further, Sephiroth slanted his head lightly and clicked his ballroom heels militaristically, causing Angeal to chuckle lightheartedly. Frowning in slight annoyance, Genesis was prevented from any further remarks by Lazards arm across his chest.
"Men, please" he beckoned. "there is much of the evening left to socialize further in. We must entertain our guests now. You are expected." The last bit directed at Sephiroth, Lazard guided him infront of them and towards the next door at the end of the room. It buzzed open and led them past the stairwell isle, to the main door.
The music was ever louder and cheerier from here. A small pit gathered in Sephiroths' stomach as the last door buzzed open for them and the full sight of the extravaganza hit him.
The main section of floor 69 had been redecorated into a true ballroom indeed. Broad sections of red, smooth carpet snaked it's way forth from the main entrace, throughout the ball area and spread out towards and up the two main stairs, leading up to floor 70. Giant, soft lights hung in different levels, infront of the huge main windows in the end of the room, mingled with smaller lights spread between them. Both entrance desks had been removed, replaced by a long, overflowing buffet lining to their left, with everything from the most delicate finger foods, rare salads, fruit spears and a regular bubbeling mountain of the Lifestream drink, in true Shin-Ra style.
Rare Corel Vintage winebottles lined their own row, surrounded by buckets of self-cooling ice and adorning the end of the line were exquisite cakes with whipped cream, flowers and several flowers covering them.
Here and there waiters and servants waltzed about with trays of drinks and snacks and flooding the main pool were a flock of elegant dresses, fabrics, shimmers and shines all proudly worn and strutted by their bearers.
"Now," Lazard stated in an exited draw of breath. "do well, gentlemen."
As if on que, the three Elite SOLDIER's moved on forward. Striding elegantly into the room, they slowly got the attention of a few individuals, quickly spreading notice among the crowd. A slow and selfpleased applause spread throughout, with civil cheers and clinks of champagne glasses. Genesis beamed, Sephiorth noted and a bit of the uneasyness fell away. He felt sure that tonight would go smoothly and without trouble.
As soon as that feeling had cemented, a tiny group broke free of the crowd and advanced on them. Shiela Shinra lead her father loosely by the hand and her brother trailed along behind them with a disinterested look on his face. Genesis seemed to beam a tad more at this opportunity, while Sephiroth simply steeled himself for the all out charming demeanor soon demanded of him.
"General," Shiela greeted light heartedly. Thank the Gods - at least around more civilised company she had to turn her blatant advances down several notches. Although her secret infactuation was surely no secret to her father - and most certainly not to her brother, by the looks he was shooting him - Sephiroth doubted The President was aware of how acute his daugther indeed was in her sexual prowess. "How good to see you." she chimed on and placed her hand on his underarm.
Always that painted hand. Dutifully Sephiroth gave a curt bow.
"General," The President joined in and gave Sephiroth a thorough handshake with both hands. Sephiroth chuckled a bit at the overly-done manner of this. Rufus, The Presidents son, simply offered a well-trained, curteous hand and gave a short, deliberate shake. No pretentious favor there. Wanting in on all this attention, Genesis managed to glide in on the circle. Lazard and Angeal celeverly slid away unnoticed, headed for the Lifestream mountain. With a tinge of jealousy Sephiroth eyed heir escape.
"Ah, Mr. President" Genesis purred. "My pleasure to meet you. It is my honor to serve among the First Ranks of SOLDIER for Shin-Ras important duties for our nation." As eloquent as his sleek tounge, Genesis grabbed hands all around and exceeded to bow deep for Shiela, whilst kissing her hand.
"My lady" he slivered as a greeting to her. Shiela absolutely lapped the attention up like a dog and blushed slightly. ("Thank the Gods, maybe he'll get her off of me") Sephiroth seighed inwardly.
"Oh, General!" Shiela mused and grabbed him by the wrist. "You must come meet the rest of the Executives. Let me introduce you!" ("No such luck") Sephiroth thought sourly and ironically noted the scuffed expression on Genesis.
Like a hound on a scent, Shiela led him towards the main strairs. Unfased by her direct stride however, Sephiroth steered them towards the Lifestream mountain. Having absolutely no power over his strenght, even the slightest, Shiela could only follow. Immediately he grabbed a glass. Something told him he was going to need it. About to take a gulp, he caught Shielas somewhat moody pout. Shortly confused, he handed over his glass to her. That seemed to do the trick. ("Fine...") He took another for himself, succeeding a taste.
Seeing the still sharp eyes of Genesis across the room, Sephiroth smiled politely at him and gave a short shrug. Huffing, Genesis proceeded towards the stairs, the next target for their introduction. Seeming it fit to follow right away, Sephiroth took the same path, Shiela on tow.
"Sephiroth," she whispered at him, making him look down at her while they passed through the crowd. Her perfume was a bit stronger tonight than usual. "you haven't commented anything on my quality of dress tonight." she corrected.
For the first time really putting his attention on it, he eyed her dress. From this angle there was surely enough cleavage to go around. He took in the simple, heavy fabric covering her body. It was a classic black, glittering item, fitting her upper body snugly with two, thin straps around the shoulders. Flowing like water when she moved, it seemed to grace the floor in a soft, black shimmer. Allright. She cleaned acceptably. And she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. Somehow this offended him slightly, not really approving of whatever signal it would send to their surroundings, with her clinging to his arm like that.
"You look lovely," he warmly stated, while handing out polite smiles and nods to the crowd. He didn't recognise most of them. "Why thank you," she seemed to honestly state and squeesed his arm while leaning in on him. ("No panties either...") he noted to himself. The flash imagery from the elevator shot back to him and he clenched the fist. "that's very nice of you to notice." she continued, as they headed up one of the main stairs now. "You look very handsome aswell, I must say" she said, slightly touching the end of his loose ponytail. The sensation shot small shivers down his back. "It's a good look on you."
He simply smiled at her and gently pushed her ahead of him, relieving her from his arm. Succeeding the stairs they arrived at the even more luxuriously decorated 70th floor. Lightchains hung all around the windows on this the top floor of the Shin-Ra Headquarters building, casting it's warm, crystalling glow all around.
At the end of the room, infront of them, was a great mounting pidestal holding Masamune to public display, all polished up and gleaming in all it's glory. The last time he'd held it was when whiping civillian blood of it on his long, leather jacket. Somehow wiping their blood off on his new attire felt like a quiet rebellion against the darker side of Shin-Ra, against the years he'd spent in darkness, kept away ...
Thoughts trailing, he was pulled back as Shielas weight again settled on his arm. Bending his arm to her, he simply smiled and turned his attention to the now applauding crowd. Angeal and Genesis dutifully fell in besides him and nodded their appreciation. Sephiroth himself gave a curteous nod and strode up towards Masamune, now flanked by a sharply dressed Lazard, The President himself and Executive Palmer. Striding towards the small gathering, Sephiroth noticed Rufus scowling behind the crowd, flanked by an unknown, darkhaired man and a small, brownhaired girl.
Turning to face them while proceeding towards the podeum, Sephiroth remebers the girl. Many years ago, in a secluded room, with a small group of other children, playing with toys in a much needed resign of free time. He'd liked her. What was her name again?
Greeting him as he arrived, he bowed politely to the members at hand. Executive Palmer was all smiles, clapping hardly to entice the crowd to further celebration. Positioning himself besides Masamune, The President stepped forward.
"My dear guests," he boomed. "how glad I am to see you all today, to celebrate this special ocasion." People cheered on. Sephiroth eyed the sparkling Masamune behind him, noting its silent whispers only for his ears. If people knew what horrid secrets were whispered to him in that ancient tounge, they wouldn't be cheering.
"Again we demonstrate the great power and strenght of Shin-Ra!" The President boomed on. "Soon all connected, Shin-Ras immense power traverses the globe, offering strong energy to all in need." Civilised claps all around. Sephiroth eyed the brownhaired girl again. She was noticing him now, a small smile on her face. Still her name eluded him.
"Only one nation has dared to revolt against our noble intentions." The President continued. "Allthough saddening to any true leader, we were forced to take action. And thank the Gods for our powerful utilitie. I present to you our First Class SOLDIERs and our newest General Super Soldier, Sephiroth!" The intense clapping soareed.
Whilst stepping up front, clinks and hurrays could be heard all around. Sephiroth felt Genesis burn beside him. Unbeknownst to him, he wouldn't mind changing places. Afterall, he only did his appointed duty and excelling at that was enough for him. "Now!" The President cheered. "Enjoy the evening and let us celebrate our inevitable victory!" As the clapping died out, people spread out and Executive Palmer rushed by, already on hand-shaking missions. The President followed close by, although slightly more intoxicated.
"Hmph," Genesis scuffed beside him. "All hail Sephiroth, huh?" Sephiroth simply smiled at him. "Were it up to me, you would be free to take my place." he said. Seemingly more annoyed, Genesis shot him a look. "How noble of you."
Joining them, Angeal brought refreshed drinks. Sephiroth reclined, still holding his own. "There, now" Angeal smoothed. "calm down, Genesis. There is no need for stife tonight. Let's enjoy our short solace and the company around us." Sephiroth doused his whole drink fluidly, stating his own remark on that matter. Immediately the Lifestream cocktail burned silently in his stomach, vibrating warmth throughout his body. Waiters politely cleared the floow and the music struck a softer, ballroom tone. As if having been waiting for this exact moment, a closter of young and eldery women advanced upon them.
"Very well," Genesis smirked. "let the adventures of the night begin." Sephiroth chuckled a bit and put his drink aside. The women coming on were beautiful in all different shades. In perfect millitary style, the General quickly retraced his dance training, noticing that many of the women seemed to steer especially towards him. Suddenly a more insistant blonde cut through the crowd, a more hurried pace carrying her. He almost laughed at her urgency and elegantly hid his smirk behind a slender hand.
Heeding his own agenda, Genesis cut infront of her path and grabbed her hand. Her expression couldn't have been softened by all the make-up and personal groomers on the Planet. Sephiroth had to avert his gaze to not outright burst into laughter.
"My lady," he charmed. "if I could have the honor of this first dance" he bowed deeply, kissing her hand.
"O-oh," Shiela ungracefully stuttered. Sephiroth was still composing himself while the rest of the women spread towards Angeal, their agenda clearly thwarted by an uncontestable rival. "I-I'm sorry, but I've already reserved the first dance for the General." At the mention of his title, she shot him a look so liquor-enhanced romantic that he felt a bit unseay. He hoped her courage hand't been drunk too high, lest he had to dodge and maneuver travelling hands on him on the dance floor.

Diligently on que, Sephiroth stepped in and gracefully took her hand. Sending Genesis a warm smile, he said "Sorry, my friend. You will have the next dance, I'm sure."
Giving the redhaired a curteous nod, he guided a slightly blushing Shiela towards the now cleared dancefloor.
"Ah," Genesis seighed. " 'Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return' " he cited after them. Sephiroth turned his gaze. "Loveless?" he enquired. A merry smirk grazed Genesis' face, as he gave a peppy click of the heels, bowed and went in search of other opportunities. ("Hmm, quite the Romantic that one") Sephiroth mused.
Guiding The Presidents daughter properly to the middle of the ballroom, the orchestra took note of their arrival and gave a short pause. He could feel Shielas breasts heaving exitedly against him, as she stared up at him. He simply sent her a polite, warm smile, standing straight and lean at the ready, awaiting the proper tone. As soon as the orchestra struck up 'Waltz for the Moon', he glided them elegantly acroos the dancefloor.
She was quite a petite woman really, and presented no disturbance or confusement to his guidance. Her gown flowed around them in shimmering blackness and her blonde hair twirled softly with her movements. People around them gave soft seighs or gasps of approval. Shiela was all a blush. No doubt they were already the elitest "couple most likely" of the season. At least she was quiet and too baffled for her hands to wander, he seighed.
Keeping his polite smile on her, twirling them around, a few more couples broke out and joined them. Soon flowing fabrics twirled softly around and budding romances flourished, spurred on by the strong drinks ready at hand. Sephiroth himself could feel the intoxication a bit stronger now, hightening his senses. He noted the plush intoxication on Shiela, her breasts against him, the softness of her hand in his and the smallness of her back resting under his palm. Suddenly her womenly features found him more appealing than necessary and a short stab in the groin made him twirl her away from him, guiding her firmly around and bringing her back, enough time for him
to recollect herself. Shiela, thoroughly enjoying herself, was now all eyes and cheers towards the crowd, riding her prized stallion for the glory.
Sephiroth, still cooling himself a bit, turned his eyes on the crowd. So much elegancy and extravaganza, in celebration of war. Sometimes he wondered if he truely
had a beastly shadow inside him, or if his was just less masked than the people around him.
The Gods knew he'd known cruelty and abandonment at the hands of the most civilized men in this life...
Turning slighly colder inside, he turned his gaze towards the row of tall windows. Suddenly his eyes locked with a pair of warm, brown pools of chocolate. Their intencity struck him slightly.
Turning him and Shiela around again, he eyed the woman. She was standing behind the crowd, relaxed against the windowframe, drink in hand, like attending such events were all she'd ever done. Her eyes were directly upon him, unrelenting, not caring if people noticed. Forgetting Shiela, he kept his gaze enquisitively on her. She had thick, dark brown hair, falling over her shoulders in soft, curly waves. Her skin was a creamy brown, delicately, red painted lips, slender, strong arms and a deep, red dress, dangerous, but not flaunting, caressing her figure with a strapless design, leaving her shoulders bare.
Sending him an intense, small smile, she dropped their eyecontact and turned her side to him, to talk to another guest. Her dress was completely backless, ending just over her hips. Sephiroths' nostrils flared and he quickly turned his attention elsewhere. Remebering Shiela, he twirled her a last time, in perfect tune to the theme ending.
Soft claps of approval spread around them and he curteously bowed for her and kissed her hand. "My," Shiela breathed. "you certainly do adjust well in just about any situation, don't you?" His attention not fully there, Sephiroth simply smiled at her. Where did the woman go? "Listen," Shiela said and leaned softly against him. Again with her braless breasts pressed on him. How this woman kept her reputation publicly sound, even with such highclass means at her disposal, was a mystery to him. "I really enjoyed myself..." as she stopped talking, he eyed her again and saw she'd been waiting for him to look at her.
"Look... Meet me down in the meeting room on floor 69 in an hour. It's locked. I'll be waiting for you." Squeesing him in the side and sending him a cocky wink, she bit her lip and left him there. Sephiroth immediatly tried to calculate exactly how long he could leave her there, until having to pawn up some feasable excuse to get him off the hook.
Returning his gaze on the crowd, he found the dark haired woman again, on her way down the left of the main stairs. Curious, he strode to follow her. Automatically the crowd flowed around him, giving him free space. Passing several groups, he noticed Genesis busy entertaining a small flock of cooing, chuckeling women surrounding him. Not too bad after all. He didn't want to cope with any sort of ensuing, dramatic jealosy trivia after the ball. For all he cared, Genesis could entertain
himself with all the women available. ("Except...")
Just reaching the stairs, he caught sight of the woman leaving the base of the stairs. Resolutely he gripped the mahogany railing and started descending, only reaching a few steps before a small, strong hand grabbed his arm. "General," a light voice stopped him. He looked up to see the brown-haired girl from earlier.
"Hello," he simply said. He meant it warmly, but her name still escaped him. "Cissnei," she introduced herself. "Don't you remember me?" Flashbacks from that somewhat bare, sterile room. She'd read a picture book for him. "Yes," he answered. "Cissnei. I remember." She smiled at this.
"So this is where everything's landed you." She beamed. "It truly is good to see you. I mean, I knew you were around - or, well, I hoped you were. I knew you'd be here tonight. But I didn't hear about it until the big kahooch announced it publicly. Phew, war hero, huh? Who'd have known? Hehehe" obviously nervous, the girl rambled on. Sephiroth could feel the red-dressed woman tug at his attention, but he remembered this girl and somehow felt a personal connection with her. Turning fully towards her, he guided both of them back up the stairs and towards a smaller drinking table.
"Yes," he politely chimed in. "trials and tribulations seem to have led me here." He smiled, but the frankness in his statement saddened her a bit. Drink in hand, they rested in their small oasis away from the main crowd.
"I wish I knew what'd happen to you, back then..." she somberly stated, hugging her drink. Something broken inside him watched her. The day they'd met had been after long weeks of a new mako experiment of Hojos. Injections via the eye canal, sleep and food depravation, testing exactly how long he could go without. It seemed he could go quite a while without both, but finally caving in, Hojo had been forced to stop the experiment. Sephiroth didn't like thinking about how exactly he'd caved in...
Besides, it was all a blur.
Having felt like his insides were outside and his mind racing in high gear, Hojo had let Sephiroth into the sparse playroom. Incredulous. In his initial state of mind, there's no saying how it'd gone down had it played out differently. But in the room were a small, brown haired, scrawny girl, enjoying herself with a pile of toys and books surrounding her on the floor. She'd so easily invited him to her, immersed him in her play and entertained him. He didn't remember if they'd even talked much, he was simply grateful for her easy company. He had been 12 at the time. He believed she was somewhat younger. They met a few times after that, the last time many years ago.
"Thank you." He simply stated. She smiled.
"Oh, well... It was nothing." A bit more relaxed, she enjoyed her drink. "I knew you'd do great things, one day. There's just that air about you." Sephiroth chuckled surprised at this.
"Indeed?" he retorted. "I guess that's what you get from spending your childhood in the recirculated, airconditioned atmosphere of Shin-Ras labs" he stated and laughed heartedly at his own joke. Apparently the humour eluded Cissnei, but so be it.
"Hm, yes" she added. "Shin-Ra war hero, 1st Class Elite SOLIDER. Congratulations." Their glasses elegantly clinked. Suddenly a slender figure flowed in between them. It was that dark haired man from earlier. His black eyes professonally took in Sephiroth, as if evaluating the precise state of their conversation. Undecided wether this satisfied him or not, he took hold of the girls arm. "Cissnei," he said "we must go now. Our duties begin in ten minutes." Smiling indulgently at him, she squeesed Sephiroths arm lightly.
"Well, General, not all of us can take the whole night off. Take care now, okay?" With this, she handed him her glass and dissappeared with her escort. Those Turks. Sephiroth'd seen them arround the facility, normally visiting Rufus or in his company. Hm. Looking around, The Presidents' son was still out of sight, which suited him just fine. That boy seemed to bear a malice directly appointed at him. Dowsing Cissneis drink, Sephiroth noted his intoxication fullfilling the adequate amount for the evening. Feeling slightly light headed, he prowled the stairs again, curious to find this woman. Something about the air around her seemed familiar... Those eyes...
Despite his stature he easily blended with the crowd and slid past many chattering mouthes and flirtatiously squeesing hands. Perfume and alcohol hung heavy in the air as he reached floor 69. People where settling around in small spots, conversing and enjoying themselves. A waitress passed him, offering a drink that he refused.
Soft, alcoholic warmth gripping him, he eyed her slender frame by the buffet line, conversing with Palmer in a seemingly carefree manner. All drinks, that Executive, he hung over her like a social hawk. Those chocolate eyes suddenly locked with his again, their quick contact sending a short shiver through him. She smiled lightly and continued her conversation with Palmer. Sephiroth saw his que and advanced towards them, his precense growing slightly more dominering, a certain cold flood running through him.
For some reason The Executives flagrant hanging over her angered him, invaded his territory, somehow.
"Ah, General" she greeted him as he arrived. Silken deep, mature voice. Sephiroth simply confronted Palmer coldly. The Executive's cheeriness quickly deflateing, he hurriedly excused himself with a somewhat stuttered leaving.
"My pleasure." she stated, reaching her hand towards him. 'Regal' was the first word that came to mind, she simply had that calm, ascertive air around her. The slender, smooth hand hung in waiting.
Calmly he took it. Her shake was as soft, certain and strong as her voice. "My lady." He curtly bowed and lightly kissed her hand maintaining eyecontact all the while. A red, almost totally seethrough scraf hung elegrantly down her sides, wrapped once around her neck. Imagery of strangling her with that soft adornment worriyngly flashed before him. He awerted his eyes.
"My, my" she chuckled at him. "Such formality. You may call me Jaedir, General."
"A beautiful name." Sephiroth retorted, smiling politely at her, noticing a distinct rise in the temperature between them. His cravat lay too warm against his throat.
"Jaedir Gisarai." She repeated, her almost black eyes keeping their unfased connection with his. There was something about those eyes... Their depths seemed endless like he'd never witnessed before. ("Gisarai...") he thought to himself, drowning in those pools. Eyeing her over, his gaze fell upon a small, twisting, silver serpant pendant lying confidently just below where her collarbones met. ("Leviathan...!")
"Wutaian?" he asked her, surprised.
"Indeed." She answered ever politely and parted those red lips in a self assured smile. There was something predatory and powerful over that smile. Everything raw and femininely unknown to him lay carnal in that smile. Sephiroth felt the knowledge wash over him like cold water. The color of green led his attention to the broche on her chest, an official Ambassador emblem.
("Wutaian...") he thought and saught her eyes again. A mysterious power inhabited them, unyielding and unafraid of his gaze.
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