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Angeal slipped back into the little house, his body feeling warm and heavy as it always did when he’d fed well. Which he had, very well, and the bastard he’d followed out of the inn would have a rough night of bad dreams to look forward to when he eventually stumbled home. Although if he fell into a snowdrift and never got up the world would be a brighter place for the lack of him.
He hung his coat on a free hook by the door, his gaze lingering on the dusty shoulders of the pink jacket beside it for a moment. The things that had been said about Claudia Strife, and about her son, had made a sick rage lodge deep in Angeal’s chest. The people of this town were lucky that he was a good man.
It hadn’t taken long after sitting down at a table and ordering the cheapest bottle of ale available, unwilling to waste money on something he’d merely pretend to drink, for a man to drop down in the seat across from him. Brand had barely introduced himself before shamelessly prodding, “How filthy is that place anyway? Strife should be payin’ you to stay there; I bet it’s nasty as fuck.” He’d given a snorting laugh and added, “Just like his ma.”
Angeal had kept his voice even, avoiding tightening his fingers around the bottle and shattering it, simply murmuring, “Oh?”
The man drained the dregs from his own bottle and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “Kinda surprised Cloudy ain’t showed up here looking to do her old job, doesn't that shit run in the family? But nah, he’s just a lazy bastard.”
Another man at the next table leaned over and nudged Brand’s shoulder, saying with a laugh, “Didn’t know you swung that way.”
“Kid’s pretty enough, I could pretend.” Brand shoved the other man back, a little harder. “In the dark anyway.”
The conversation had certainly not gotten any better, but no one seemed to mind Angeal’s grim silence through their banter or noticed his barely concealed fury when questioned about whether or not he’d be interested in having the boy for himself and if he’d share him if it was good enough.
Angeal leaned against the closed door to collect himself before toeing out of his boots and followed the sound of quiet voices up the narrow staircase. The door to Cloud’s room was closed and he could sense him drowsing half awake in his warm bed, on the very edge of sleep as he curled beneath his blankets. Turning away, he nudged the half open door of the opposite bedroom to find Genesis running a brush through the heavy length of Sephiroth’s silver-white hair.
“Am I interrupting?” he asked, not waiting for a response before dropping into the worn armchair settled in the corner of the room. He watched as Sephiroth’s closed eyes fluttered open, the same burning green of Mako and slit like a cat’s, focusing on him much more lucidly than they’d done after supper. Eventually he’d ask more questions, but there hadn’t yet been a good time.
“I wish,” the man sighed, a tiny twitch at the corner of his mouth, motioning with one hand toward the inflamed line crossing his torso, “but that much activity might open this up and I promised not to undo all the hard work Gen’s put in to keep me from dying.”
Genesis pouted, tugging the brush through the smooth strands a final time before setting it down on the nearby dresser. He flicked his eyes over Angeal. “I assume your hunting was successful, but not particularly… fun.”
Angeal ran a hand over his face, unable to hold back a grimace. “Let’s not speak of it tonight,” he said, nodding toward the half open door. He lowered his voice, enough that Cloud wouldn’t be able to hear if he were more awake than he’d been a moment ago, and changed the subject, “More importantly, when was the last time you fed at all.”
The pout deepened as Genesis rolled his eyes. “Only a few days, I think drinking themselves stupid is the local’s favorite pastime, it makes it easy doesn’t it?”
Nodding in agreement, Angeal pressed a little more and hoped the redhead’s temper didn’t rouse as he added, “And from another of us? From your father perhaps?” He knew that Lord Rhapsodos was, frankly, a piece of shit asshole who saw responsibility as something other people should deal with. His own responsibility to his unexpected son seemed to entail doing as little as possible. He created other vampires for his own amusement when he grew bored of the ones he’d made before and sent the previous batch off to find their way in the world.
Dhampir were different from vampires, and needed different things to survive - mundane food and the blood of humans was easy to come by… However, the blood of other vampires was something rarely given freely and difficult to take by force when you weren’t strong enough without having it regularly. Many turned to stalking their full-blooded cousins, joining human hunters and attempting to hide their own nature at the same time. It rarely went well for any dhampir alone.
Genesis went still at that, turning his face away from both Angeal and Sephiroth, his curtain of auburn hair falling between them to hide his expression. His shoulders twitched upward in a barely-there shrug. “I don’t remember,” he said, clearly trying to sound as though he didn’t care and failing, “a few years probably. I’ve managed just fine.”
Angeal didn’t bother to disagree, both of them knew that Genesis wasn’t managing ‘just fine’. There were subtle tells that most wouldn’t notice if they didn’t know they were there. The grace in his movements was more practiced than fluid, the strain he was careful to keep concealed behind a mask of indifference, his skin a little too pale for someone half-human. Genesis was touchy and easily irritated, but not all of that was personality. He was miserable, in a low level of pain that never really went away.
“Hmm.” Angeal reached across the small space to touch Genesis’ chin and turn him back to face him. “How about you let me help you?”
Genesis’ eyes went wide. “You’re serious?” he asked, pulling back from Angeal’s touch. He stared at him, a rare moment where he was clearly lost for words. His gaze dropped to the hand Angeal still held out in offering, “It’s not done, you know that.”
“I’m very sincere.” Angeal curled his fingers in a beckoning gesture, watching Genesis’ pale face as the other man contemplated the offer - it was likely a fifty-fifty chance whether he would mildly accept or violently reject it. The fact that this was ‘not done’ had led to a great deal of grief and death.
Sephiroth reached out and nudged Genesis towards Angeal. “Stop dawdling and do it, you make me take my own medicine, this is something you need isn’t it?"
Genesis whipped around to glare at his lover, but his expression softened to something more like a pout at the earnestness on the former SOLDIER’s face. “It isn’t the same thing,” Genesis muttered, “it’s more than that.”
The dhampir leveled a much more serious gaze upon Angeal and was silent a moment, lips pressing together as he bit them gently. "Like Cloud,” he said, finally, “You'd be that kind of… you could do that to me. That's why it's not done, most wouldn't let someone else take over that bond."
Angeal forced down the surprise, wondering how many people knew this - the incessant power struggles that were constantly shifting in lord Rhapsodos’ court meant it must not be known to many. Who of any of them would hesitate even a moment to use Genesis against his father?
“I would never do that,” Angeal slid slowly out of his seat, watching Genesis tense the moment he moved. Confusion flickered over the other man’s face as Angeal went to one knee and took his hands in his own. “On my honor, I would never do that to you.”
A tiny flush of color, what little warmth Genesis had in his body, crossed his cheeks, “If you were anyone else I would think you’re lying. Anyone else saying something like that would be full of shit.”
“You know I’m not, right?” Angeal rubbed his thumbs across Genesis’ knuckles, feeling the faint tremble in them. “I just want to help you, I promise.”
Slowly, Genesis nodded, sitting up straighter and gathering himself together. Angeal looked away, letting the dhampir draw his fragile dignity around him like a shield, murmuring almost compulsively, “Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul.”
From behind him, Sephiroth reached out and rubbed small circles against Genesis’ back, clearly aware that the other man needed the contact. He nodded over Genesis’ shoulder, getting a faint wry smile from the human.
“I want to watch,” Sephiroth drawled, leaning back against the pillows. He raised his arms, clearly intending to fold his hands behind his head, but flinched and hissed as the movement exacerbated his wound. He put them back down, hands fisting in the blankets, shaking his head as Genesis leaned over him and asked if he could help.
He sighed. “I’ll be less cocky about it, but I do want to watch - you’re going to be doing it to me eventually and I want to know what I’ll be getting into… I’ve read things, you know, and the stories range from the horrific to the salacious and I’m hoping it’s the latter.”
“I didn’t know you were that sort of kinky.” Genesis pressed his palm to his heart, and fluttered his eyelashes. “Have you been holding out on me?”
“Maybe,” Sephiroth smirked slightly, still stiff and pained but his interest overrode it enough to follow through, “It isn’t as though we’ve had the time to figure it out.”
“I suppose we could put on a show for you.” Genesis turned toward Angeal, faltering.
“I can agree to that,” Angeal said after a moment, watching delight and trepidation flickering across Genesis’ features in turn. He stood, pulling Genesis with him as he sat back down in the chair and then pulled him into his lap just as easily.
He didn’t remark upon the little wobble in Genesis’ flirty smile, or the way the dhampir was tense in his arms as he straddled Angeal’s waist. He turned a bit, looking over at Sephiroth once more - finding him clenching the blanket beneath him in a bit of excitement rather than fear or pain this time. Green cat’s eyes were wide and dilated, lips parted slightly. It wasn’t the first time Angeal had met a human who was curious about the lives and habits of vampires, but it was a bit more rare to find someone who derived pleasure from it. Most ended up as pets, some of them very happily, and rarely found themselves obtaining their deepest desires and becoming vampires themselves.
Genesis’ breath was warm against his neck as he lowered his head, fingers curling into Angeal’s shirt, and there was the smallest sound of need and want and fear as he inhaled against Angeal’s pulse point. He wrapped his arms around the man in his lap, holding him closer and tilting his head to the side to give him more room.
“It’s alright,” he said, soothing his hands up and down Genesis’ back, “go ahead.”
Wet heat lapped over his pulse, Genesis’ tongue tracing the vein before finally sinking his teeth in sweet and slow. Genesis moaned against his skin as he swallowed.
Angeal swore under his breath, hearing the sound mirrored from the bed, and the corner of his eye he could see Sephiroth with one hand down the waistband of his sweats. He leaned his head further to the side to give Genesis more room, incidentally giving Sephiroth more of a show, He ran his hands down to cup Genesis’ ass and hold him in place, rocking his hips up against the weight of him almost unconsciously.
Genesis swallowed one more time and Angeal groaned as sharp teeth slipped out of his throat and the dhampir went bonelessly limp against him. Little gasping breaths were wet against his neck as Genesis licked the wound clean, nuzzling his cheek against his already healing skin.
Taking blood didn’t need to be sexual, it hadn’t been the night before when he’d taken some of Cloud’s to gently bind him to service, and of course it hadn’t with the man from the tavern. Genesis, however… with him it very much was. And the man seemed to know it as he tightened his legs around Angeal’s waist and gave another little noise that was desperate and needy for something more than just blood. They’d shared a bed and resting place more than once over the years, before Angeal had gone back to his wandering and exploring a world that was ever changing and never boring.
It was a gentle unfurling thing, his new connection to Genesis. It wasn’t the quick and easy lunge and catch of the night before as he’d mesmerized Cloud and taken him under his wing. Genesis was there, just at the edge of his thoughts, and as much as he wanted to soothe him it might make his fear worse so early on. Gods he’d been hurting worse than Angeal had thought.
It wasn’t entirely better yet, it would take some time, but he had a feeling that once spring came Genesis would be stronger than he had ever been in his entire life - even if it meant Angeal picking off one or two of the villagers who’d made themselves his problem the moment he’d taken Cloud into his protection. He’d need the energy, and the blood, to spare for all of them…
“That wasn’t so bad,” Angeal remarked as Genesis reluctantly rose from his lap, “was it?”
“It was the best thing I’ve ever had,” Genesis said, cheeks flushed and eyes brighter than Angeal had ever seen them, “you ass.”
Cloud tried to keep from making a sound, one hand locked over his mouth. This was stupid, he was being stupid, there was something other than sex going on in the other room…it shouldn't be making him feel like this.
He almost couldn't help it. If Sephiroth was on the bed, watching, like he'd asked to, then that just left the chair. He could picture it, his breath stuttering against his palm, Angeal sitting in that soft chair with Genesis in his lap.
It was too easy to picture the redhead nuzzling into the vampire's throat, those soft sighs and one faint but distinctive groan as he bit down…
Or maybe… maybe Genesis on the floor, kissing the inside of Angeal’s wrist before… His whole body flushed hot as he forced down any sounds, brushing his fingers over that one spot on his own throat where Angeal had taken his blood. He let his hand drift down lower as Angeal spoke with his soothing baritone and Genesis’ answered more quietly.
He ran his fingers down over his own hip, imagining a much larger hand, cupping himself and then stroking slowly up.
It had been a very… he couldn't remember the last time he'd even felt the urge to do this. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he reached the edge, listening to the men barely a few feet away.
“ It’s alright, ” he heard Angeal say quietly, and Genesis made a sound that had Cloud covering his mouth again. When he added an even more gentle, “ Go ahead. ” It was so easy to imagine those words said to Cloud…
He couldn’t quite remember everything that had happened the night before, it was all hazy impressions and feeling so, so cared for. Warmer, and safer than he’d felt in months - Angeal would take care of everything and all Cloud had to do was help him.
He imagined Angeal saying the soft words that Genesis had said earlier when Cloud was freaking out. The heat of embarrassment became a very different warmth as he wondered what Angeal’s voice would sound like, saying ‘good boy’ to Cloud. He pressed his fingers harder against the side of his throat, scraping his fingernails over the unmarked skin.
Cloud knew that shouldn’t be making him feel like this. If anyone had brought up the idea of vampires and blood-letting before, Cloud would have found it terrifying and something to be avoided at all costs. It didn’t stop him from curling in on himself as he came beneath his blankets. It was a mess, all over his hand and stomach, the sheet immediately sticking to his skin as come spilled down his side to puddle beneath his hip.
In a predicament of his own making, Cloud tried to catch his breath as silently as he could. He was stuck with his own mess in the dark room, wiping his hand off on the sheet as he used it to clean himself off before shoving it to the bottom of the bed. He shivered as he edged away from the wet spot he’d left beneath him, turning away towards the wall to hide his face as he heard someone step into the hall.
He yanked the blanket up over his head, making his breath as deep and even as he could as he feigned sleep. It had always worked on his mother, but then… but then Genesis had said he could hear his heart beating fast and now he definitely couldn’t hide that he was trembling, and his pulse was racing, and the whole room reeked of what he’d done.
The door didn’t open, the light in the hallway from the other room went dark, and the tension slowly eased away as lingering exhaustion bled Cloud’s energy out and dropped him down into sleep. If he dreamed about Angeal coming into his room and saying filthy things to him in that deep, measured voice that was his business. And it was his own business if he woke up hard again. And if he spent half of his first hot shower in weeks leaning against the wall and trying not to make a sound as he jerked himself off at the thought of all three of the gorgeous men in residence… that was also his own business.
Genesis’ smoothed the sharp smelling ointment carefully over Sephiroth’s wound, the puffy red line a little better than it had been two days ago. The antibiotics that he’d charmed out of the pharmacist at the tiny local shop seemed to be working, and the sticky yellow ointment was also doing some good, he could tell.
Sephiroth didn’t flinch beneath his ministrations, although there was a tense line between his brows and his lips were pressed firmly together. That was an improvement so far as Genesis was concerned, much better than the utterly emotionless stoicism he’d shown after receiving the wound in the first place. They’d left his attacker in several pieces, but Sephiroth was still angry at himself for not anticipating it in the first place.
He had said the man who had hunted him down was something akin to a SOLDIER, one of Shinra’s failed experiments that was not much more than a mindless drone with a monstrous bloodlust. Literally, apparently, although in a more messy and cannibalistic fashion than a vampire. It reminded Genesis of tales of ‘ghouls’, supposedly vampires who had died of starvation could rise as nothing more than creatures of violent appetite. He’d never heard of it truly happening, but that didn’t mean it never had.
“How does that feel?” Genesis asked as he wiped his fingers off on a towel, bending down to kiss away the mark of stress creasing his brow, “it’s cool to the touch, now.”
“Better,” Sephiroth answered, after taking a long moment to evaluate, “if I don’t feel well enough to drag you to bed soon I’m going to go insane.”
They both looked up, amused, at what they’d heard moments ago from the beautiful young man in the shower upstairs.
“Don’t tease him about it,” Angeal said, resting a hand on Genesis’ shoulder for a moment as he made his way into the kitchen to rest for the day in the cellar, “I have a feeling he’d take it for cruelty.”
“And I doubt he’s ever been flirted with in his life when it wasn’t a disgusting experience,” Sephiroth added, eyeing the glass full of thick green nutrient shake that Angeal had set in front of him with distaste - and yet still drank all of it down in one go. “Although he is touch-starved enough that you might be able to make some gentle advances if you can get him relaxed.”
“Today isn’t going to be very relaxing, I fear,” Genesis sighed. The boy was in a dreadful state - as malnourished as Genesis had been in his own way the night before and rendered more thin and delicate. For himself, he felt better than he’d done in years - decades, perhaps. He sincerely wondered if there was some connection to the emotions behind the act of offering him blood. Angeal had given his own out of caring, and as silly as it might sound… it seemed to be different - his father had always been begrudging about it, using Genesis’ necessities to manipulate and control him.
Speaking of, he turned to see Cloud hesitating at the bottom of the steps. His feet were clad in threadbare socks, his pajama bottoms hanging off his hips. His shirt was in better condition, but not by much.
Genesis crooked one finger, mouth twitching up into an encouraging smile. “Breakfast,” he coaxed, “ real breakfast food too, since all that lovely stew is gone. Pancakes, and strawberries - I can’t imagine you’ve had any of that for quite a while.”
“Don’t eat too quickly,” Sephiroth warned, although he’d noted the night before that Cloud clearly knew not to gorge himself when he’d been half-starved.
Still, Cloud nodded agreement as he slipped into the lone empty chair, and the expression on his face could be mistaken for lust as he stared at the bowl of diced berries drizzled in honey. He took one pancake from the stack, and a tiny bite worth of fruit… his hand hovered over the bowl for a moment before placing the spoon back where it had been.
It was Sephiroth who reached out before Genesis could, and scooped up a great deal more of the berries and dropped them in a larger heap over Cloud’s plate.
“You’ll need the energy today,” he said, and there was a strange look on his face when Genesis glanced his way. It was wistful, Genesis decided, and he wondered how many times Sephiroth had wanted something like that himself. The fact that he could turn that pain into something sweet made warmth bloom inside of Genesis, hotter and more pure than the blood that had run down his throat the night before.
“What are we doing?” Cloud asked, a fork full of soft pancake dripping with honey and berries halfway to his mouth. Genesis nudged his elbow, raising one eyebrow until Cloud took his bite and smiled as pure bliss spread over that pretty face that was too thin and hadn’t known nearly enough joy in his short life. It was easy to become attached, and Genesis knew this was why Angeal planned to keep him.
“We’re going shopping,” Genesis answered, reaching out and swiping his thumb over the corner of Cloud’s mouth and bringing it to his own lips to lick the smear of honey away and watch as Cloud’s eyes widened and his skin flushed delicately. He couldn’t help but meet Sephiroth’s gaze for a brief moment, and that desperation he’d been joking about the night before was very real.
Cloud frowned, fork stabbing another piece of food and swirling it around in the mix of honey and juice, too focused on his plate to notice the heat in their eyes. “For what?”
“Clothes, for one, shoes for another,” Genesis said, “and I’d like to see if they have any Materia or weapons worth a damn here - Seph had to leave his sword behind, and I could use more than just a mid-level Fire and bottom of the barrel Shinra-made Cure. If I’d had proper Cleansing and Cure Materia, Seph wouldn’t be so bad off now.”
“There’s only a couple places to go,” Cloud said, adding, “Well, three if you count the thrift store.”
Genesis scoffed. “I certainly don’t.”
Cloud shook his head, looking a little bewildered at that, then took another bite of strawberry covered pancake. His eyes fluttered closed in a way that made Genesis think of other ways to put that expression of bliss on his face.
When he opened his eyes, Cloud caught him staring, and he flushed as crimson as the berries he self consciously took another nibble at before pushing away from the table. He stammered something about getting dressed, and Genesis wondered if he knew both he and Sephiroth watched him go with something more than just growing fondness.
“I’m going to die of blue balls before the week is out if you keep giving him bedroom eyes and making him flustered,” Sephiroth sighed, reaching out and taking Cloud’s unfinished plate and eating the rest of it himself.
“Your appetite is coming back at least,” Genesis said, “both of them - too bad only one of them can be satiated…”
He was silent for a moment, propping his chin up with his hand on the table. “You know I won’t do anything, at least not until you’re well enough to participate.”
“I think that might overwhelm him, the three of us together. And, not to mention…” Sephiroth drained his glass of water. “From what Angeal overheard last night, he might be expecting something less affectionate and more forceful.”
Genesis felt an instant weight drop into his stomach. “If anyone, and I mean anyone , has touched that boy without his explicit permission I don’t know if Angeal can hold me back from decimating this entire village…”
“I think in that case, Angeal would be leading from the front.” Sephiroth smiled softly, but it was sad around the edges. “If I’d had someone like him, when I was helpless and at the mercy of those who only wanted to use me as a weapon…”
Genesis threw a glance through the archway dividing the kitchen from the tiny dining area. Angeal was below, sleeping. The day was bright and sunny, the incessant cloud cover and spitting snow of the last week dissipating and leaving everything blanketed in clean white that reflected the light of the sun and magnified it.
He himself wasn’t quite as prone to being weakened by the light - although on days like this it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant thing to suffer from. He wondered… would it be better, or worse, now that he had been given the blood of a master vampire who wasn’t his own father. Had it truly meant more, in some metaphysical way, that he’d been gifted it out of care and tenderness?
“I think a pair of sunglasses might be the first order of business,” he said, pushing away from the table as Cloud came slowly down the stairs. He wasn’t expecting him to resist going out so vehemently, however.
“The town isn’t that big, Angeal said you went to the grocery store so, really, you know where everything is now - the department store is right between the grocery and the hardware store, and the thrift store is at the back behind it all,” Cloud said in a rush, stepping back when Genesis grabbed his own coat from where he’d put it by the door alongside the others. Giving what must be Cloud’s coat a cursory look, he tisked and shoved his coat into the boy’s chest and grabbed Angeal’s for himself.
“We’re not shopping for me, darling, we’re shopping for you ,” Genesis explained, and Cloud looked even more confused and uncertain.
Genesis zipped up his boots and watched, dismayed, as Cloud reluctantly put his own on when he realized Genesis was actually serious. He was going to have to throw those shoes into the garbage once he’d purchased proper boots for him, and a coat that wasn’t so long it was down to his knees with the sleeves falling over his hands. It was adorable, really, or it would be if Cloud were wearing his clothes for fun - Genesis put aside the thought of him, all sleep rumpled in one of Sephiroth’s unfairly oversized shirts, and decided it couldn’t hurt to do some shopping for the rest of them. He needed to get his mind out of the gutter, but whatever else they’d done the night before, Genesis couldn’t get the desire for more of that intimacy out of his head.
He patted the pockets of Angeal’s coat and held up one finger in front of Cloud’s face. “Stay right here, I’ll be right back.”
“Is he serious?” He heard Cloud ask Sephiroth, but the other man’s response was lost as Genesis descended the kitchen stairs into the cellar.
The stone walled chamber might have been here longer than the rest of the house, Genesis thought, iron brackets holding up worn wooden shelves that looked as though they’d been once full of preserves and such things. They were lined with empty jars and obscure cooking equipment that probably had something to do with, well, putting things in jars to preserve them he supposed.
Angeal had found a sleeping bag somewhere in the house, and he lay sprawled on top of it with one arm over his eyes and the other curled over his stomach. He looked oddly younger in sleep. The tense line around his mouth and the furrow of his brow had deepened ever since he’d inexplicably decided to make Sephiroth and Genesis his problem was smoothed out as he rested.
“‘Geal?” Genesis called out, not quite within grabbing reach if the other vampire startled and reacted.
“Turn the light off,” Angeal mumbled, and Genesis went back up the stairs to oblige. He could see, barely, unlike Angeal and somehow Sephiroth as well, who could see perfectly well with absolutely no illumination.
Those SOLDIERs, whatever process was used to make them… There was a vampire involved there somewhere - whether willing or not. A master Vampire, surely. There had been more than one alchemist his father had drawn in and turned to his own devices over the years, and all of them had come to him looking to use his blood as a reagent in their workings. And, of course, found themselves the ones bleeding for their new master.
Genesis shivered, although the cold down here wasn’t nearly as frigid as a Nibelheim winter’s night. He wasn’t certain which was more frightening, that a master vampire was involved in creating an army of superhuman warriors, or whether Shinra had managed to capture and use one unwillingly. Both were terrifying in different ways, really.
“It’s still morning, isn’t it?” Angeal sat up, blue eyes glowing dimly - so dim Genesis might have missed it if he didn’t know exactly where the other man was.
“Mmhm.” Genesis nodded. “I need your wallet, I’m taking Cloud to get some clothes and replace his dreadful coat and shoes.”
“Don’t throw anything out,” Angeal warned, pulling out the folded leather and placing it into Genesis’ outstretched palm, “we don’t know what’s sentimental. And besides, anything can be repurposed even if it's just to use for cleaning.”
Angeal yawned, dropping back down and shifting to get as comfortable as one could on a thin sleeping bag and no pillow. His voice softened, already falling back to sleep with the metaphysical weight of the sun far above pressing down on his strength and dropping him back into much needed rest. “I wonder if I could get a sewing machine…”
Genesis shook his head fondly, trotting back up the stairs and gently dragging Cloud out into that spiteful light with a grimace.