Scientists & Soldiers

[no-hometown.livejournal.com]

Characters: no_hometown & urbanwonderland, closed
Date: backdated to the evening of May 29th
Summary: Following this thread, Sephiroth & Reeve have a talk.
Warnings: Sephiroth tends to talk frankly about sex. Other than that, just mature adults having a mature conversation. Maturely.


Sephiroth thinks of the small house as Reeve's residence. She has never truly had a home, so it is difficult for her to think of any place as being hers. It does not matter a great deal to her where she is quartered, as long as her basic needs are met. The only reason she did not decide to reside in her headquarters was the fact that it had seemed so oddly empty without any of the people who were meant to be there.

It is Reeve's residence, then, that is dark and quiet, at least until the door opens and the light is turned on. Then Faremis stirs, the mechanical creature hurrying toward the door and Sephiroth like a pet dog. She does not address the robot, but she leans down to touch it, her fingertips skimming its metal surface.

She turns to Reeve, her tone as casual as if nothing unusual had happened that night. "Would you like some tea?" She knows how fond Reeve is of tea.

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[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

[Reeve smiles, there are two cups on the counter. So-- domestic. She's never lived with anyone like this before. Cait is different. He does make her tea, but he doesn't drink it with her-- and he doesn't make her heart beat a little faster when she stands close to him.

Her hand is still on Sephiroth's arm, unconsciously making a soothing motion.]

Of course you do-- who doesn't want to know themselves as fully as possible? It's only natural.

But no place, even this one, can change who you are-- which is an identity that comes from the things you do, how you behave, not how you were-- made. You're right, this time is temporary, much like all times, I suppose, only moreso-- but you're still Sephiroth. Your honor is intact, at least so far as I can tell-- and since I'm "the people" at the moment, I think my opinion counts for something.
[She's gently teasing, of course, but there is something nice about having one's own personal army around. It doesn't hurt when one is very-- fond of the army, either. She picks up both cups.]

Will you have tea with me, Sephiroth? I'd like that-- and we can talk. About whatever you like.

[no-hometown.livejournal.com]

[Reeve's proximity and touch excite her animal desires slightly again, but she does not act on the urge. Part of her wonders what it would be like to have a weak partner who could not withstand her full strength.

It's not that she's never been sexually interested in someone not a member of SOLDIER--due to their intellect or some other quality. Lazard in particular does hold some appeal, but his position makes that problematic, and she has not acted on it.

She smiles faintly.] I would like to believe that. That my will is free. That in SOLDIER, I have my autonomy as well as my honor. I will continue to behave as if that is the case. [She nods.] I value your opinion.

As I have already made the tea, we should have it. Would you also like something to eat, or did you have enough at the party?

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

I think that's best really-- to behave as if one has free will, even when one isn't entirely sure. At least then, one's actions will always be-- authentic, for want of a better word.

As for my opinion, I'm-- well, I keep telling you I'm honored-- but I am.

[For a moment she entertains the idea of leaning in once more, this time in the space the so often share, to kiss Sephiroth again. The moment seems quite long from her point of view-- but in the end, she doesn't. Instead, she smiles and removes her hand from Sephiroth's arm, reaching up to twitch her ponytail back into place.]

Oh, yes-- I'd love some biscuits, actually. Join me?

[no-hometown.livejournal.com]

[She considers. At last, she nods.] Perhaps there is some truth in that.

Why would I not value your opinion? [Reeve is a great scientist, after all.]

[Left to her own devices, Sephiroth will seldom eat sweets, but she is a little more used to them, now that she knows Genesis. He enjoys baking with the apples his home is so well-known for.] That would be acceptable. I will join you. [She knows where the biscuits are, so she takes them from the cupboard and arranges some few on a plate, as methodically as she does most things.]

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

[Reeve nods, perhaps a bit theatrically.]
Yes, why wouldn't you?

[Acceptable. Having turned and left the kitchen before Sephiroth, she smiles to herself in spite of herself. Biscuits it is.
When they are both finally seated and she does get a look at the biscuit plate, her smile isn't secret any longer, but it is fond.]

Well, this is nice-- and very symmetrical, too.

In all seriousness, I am glad you see the truth in what I've said.
I don't know if anyone has ever told you this, but you really make very good tea. Must be the timing. You're so exact.