Lucrecia tries.
Alive, she decides, just. Relief comes tremulously, and it doesn’t last; his chest does not rise or fall in a telltale rhythm of breathing, and he doesn’t stir. What state is this in which he exists? Has he brushed with death’s quiet embrace, only to be pulled backward into some grey inbetween? What could have kept his body from seeking the comfort of nothingness, after enduring such horror?
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Honestly? This just happened. I don't think I've ever sketched Lucrecia before, but it was a joy.
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ITS DONE. Abbey by Mitski with Sephiroth
Things you can watch for in this video: Sephiroths hair and bangs getting bigger over the course of the vid.
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Remake is so funny because og Sephiroth to Cloud is like "I hate you. So much. I'm going to destroy everything you love."
But remake Sephiroth is like "I want you. So much. I'm in the room next door. Door is unlocked."
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Angeal: What goes up but never comes down?
Lazard: The amount of stress you're bringing me.
Sephiroth:
Genesis:
Genesis: That’s fair.
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