#sleeplesswork | sonon kusakabe

[myristicisms]

Ever since his escape there's been a lingering dread within his heart, heavy lead sinking it into the depths of his belly enough to leave his appetite damn near permanently sullied. The wounds have long since healed but the scars still linger, memories clinging to the front of his mind like an ichor that refuses to wash away with the rain. There's blood of hundreds that stain tawny fingers, many that he had once known to some degree, many who had families back home, lovers and friends, and he'd ripped their lives from them without a second thought. The lives of many sacrificed for two escaped subjects, that was the ugly truth of ShinRa, of Zack Fair himself because he'd chosen to fight back, chose to continue forwards instead of laying down belly up and allowing them to sink their blades within his flesh once more.

Sure, for now ShinRa thought him to be dead but for how long? There's no body to return to Hojo and given the man's insatiable lust for knowledge, it would only be inevitable the Turks would be dispatched to find his non existent corpse and then what? Assume he'd been found by some kindly stranger and buried yet not reported as gone? Unlikely, Tseng was smarter than that, smarter and relentless even with their prior friendship many years back and now he's sat here, wasting space and valuable resources in a country he'd helped ravage and biding his time hoping to God that ShinRa won't think to search for a rogue corpse in the foreign country all the while endangering the people who were kind enough to take in a wounded man.

His dedication to helping others never waned, seeing and living among the villagers of Wutai had only strengthened his resolve to see a free Wutai in his lifetime once more and slowly that loyalty once reserved for ShinRa and SOLDIER eased into the resistance, once he'd been able to fight again the former SOLDIER jumped head first into divulging what secrets he could with little hesitation at all. Vengeance maybe or just because he had to make amends, Zack will never know. He's just grateful to be welcomed by those around, happy to have eased his way into some sort of normalcy even if he still got the occasional odd glance, even moreso with how much time he's been spending with Kusakabe, his heart wept for the loss of the other's younger sister but time waited for none no matter how intense the grief was. ( Even if I hardly knew her. )

“ You say that now, ” It's mumbled, soft and near bitter as the beginnings of his woes start to boil over. “ But I've done some pretty shitty things, it's hard not to feel like I'm awful. ” And that's been an ever present feeling lingering within his thoughts even before the mess he'd unintentionally landed himself in. Crimson oozing into the fabric of his pants, curtain bangs having strands stand tall from residual lightning magic blasted at him and a familiar hoarse voice apologizing having been the catalyst, Angeal's death was on his hands even if it was by the older man's will. Killing Genesis hadn't done him any favors either but he'd guess where the guilt really truly began was falling victim to ShinRa's propaganda, killing the warriors of Wutai during the invasion and capture of Fort Tamblin had been weighing heavy upon his mind for years.

“ But since you're the one saying it, I s'pose I gotta take it seriously eh? You're a good man Sonon, wish I could've been more like you. ”

@sleeplesswork | Sonon Kusakabe

“ i don't think you're a bad person. ”

#muse;; zack fair #sleeplesswork | sonon kusakabe #• answered ic! #verse;; tufts of phoenix down #// he got a little too in his feelings #i am so sorry #but also he got mushy so like 🧍🏼//

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Dangerously Yours Meme | Open

@sleeplesswork asked: ❝ I’m tired of listening to you ❞ - from sonon to nero !

The masked and muzzled monster could only chuckle at the statement, pacing the young man in the dark corner he liked to store him away in, before finally stopping. He quirked his head, assessing the others features and body language; the frustration, the tension, the fear, and the fire to fight or at the very least in this futile state, dismiss. He adored the tastes of struggle and despair and displeasure, as it seeped something warm into his cold core.

"I'm sure you are, but tell me...does that mean you'd rather go mad...in the absolute black silence? You have no one else, now, except for me." he informed him, and there was a taunting glee in that, but also a simple need to make it clear.

"Were your constitution and conviction not so pure, you would've been saved from this encounter long ago...forgive me, for enjoying picking you apart to understand makes you so special."

#sleeplesswork #sonon kusakabe #Unholy Divinity ~ Nero the Sable #ask meme #ask answered #onewinged meme

[evcryopeneye]

@sleeplesswork asked: for one reason or another, the party had made a pit - stop back in midgar, city of mako . . . it wasn’t something anyone would be particularly keen on, considering those in and affiliated with avalanche were the number one criminals wanted both in the slums and on the plate. but the plan had been to go in and out without being noticed, though when had the group ever been so fortunate ? . . . and yet it’s hard to say if it’s luck or not, when the young wutaian girl finds herself face to face with someone familiar . . . though his clothes are different, and his expression cold, there’s no doubt about it. sonon kusakabe stands before yuffie, a shinra trooper by his feet — almost giving off the appearance that he’d saved the girl if it weren’t for how his weapon was ready to give another blow. the shinobi gives momentary pause, mako - coloured eyes locking onto the girl he once knew.

She hated this place. 

The colour of the hallways. The way the air smelled stale. The fact that for some reason an ‘electric power company’ seemed to fucking hate lights. Yuffie hated it. Hated this place. Hated the company. Hated everything they stood for. Even standing here was enough to make the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end. 

Yet they were here, back here again, because of course fate seemed to have some twisted sense of humour. What else was she meant to do? Yuffie wanted nothing more to get this over with and get out of here, the funny quips and sass had been left at the door for once. This horrible feeling of impending door had washed over her the moment they'd stepped inside and now she knew why. 

A face she didn’t expect to see, staring back at her, recognisable and at the same time, a stranger. 

“Sonon?” His name fell from her lips as a soft question, a near whisper as dark eyes flickered across his features, trying desperately to find something. Despite his weapon being raised, Yuffie found herself too stunned to move. Eyes simply trained on him trying to rationalise this in any way possible…any kind of sense but there was nothing there. This situation was so out of left field that even the great shinobi Yuffie was floored.

#&&char: yuffie #sleeplesswork #WELL SHIT

[sleepingwork]

a princess mononke au for sonon kusakabe and yuffie kisaragi of final fantasy vii.

"even if the trees return, it won't be his forest anymore. the great forest spirit is dead now. -- never, he's life itself. he's not dead, san. he's here, right now, trying to tell us something... that it's time for both of us to live." - princess mononoke, by hayao miyazaki, 1997.

inspired by @white-rose-of-wutai’s post !

#sonon kusakabe #sonon x yuffie #yuffie #yuffie kisaragi #ffvii remake #ff7 #fanfiction

[myristicisms]

@sleeplesswork | Sonon Kusakabe sent;;

saying the pair had gotten off on the wrong foot was an understatement — sonon, along with almost all of wutai, had bad taste in their mouth since the war and had good reasons to. yet, to the shinobi’s surprise, zack fair, a first - class soldier, hadn’t been any of the terrible things he’d always known shinra to be. it made sense that not everyone associated with the company was terrible, but sonon never thought he’d have the pleasure of meeting that one in a million. ❛❛ and here I was, convinced you’d stay true to your word and stick it to your boss if he ever sent you back here ❜❜ sonon greets with a chuckle, albeit somewhat strained — while he may have come to like zack, there is no denying the guy brings nothing but trouble.

One would think with the privileges of being a first class operative, his word would mean something but apparently ShinRa simply did not care about Zack's input. He knows he's stewing, brooding silently as he walks familiar streets once again and surely the locals have grown used to his smiling face by now given the fact they never looked at him a second time anymore. Good, he thinks, it's nice to just fade into the background and perhaps this is a punishment for his insubordination. Sephiroth refused most missions offered to him, Zack picked up the slack and the tiredness from that had begun to show within his sharp features. Familiar faces were nice at least though, the fact that everyone seemed to come to terms with the fact that the raven haired man really wasn't here to stir the pot or cause them problems was soothing to some degree.

He only wishes he could vocalize the fact that he really doesn't give a shit enough about his job to actually do it right now, what was the company going to do? Fire their only first class that had a high mission acceptance rate? Yeah right, he was too valuable as a commander to properly punish outside of lecturing and maybe docking his pay for a period but that didn't deter him from his slowly growing anger towards his employers. He feels guilty though, seeing the familiar face of who he now knows as Sonon, the younger teen wasn't too terrible to chat with now that the open hostility had melted away into some weird understanding but that didn't exactly make them the best of friends, not that Zack expected it given his career path.

“ I know. ” He mumbles softly, a deep sigh wracking through his body before meeting honeyed hues with an apologetic smile. “ I thought after the third report of ‘ nothing suspicious boss, leave 'em alone! ’ they'd take the hint but here I am again, disturbing your peace. ” Although he'd much rather be the one sent over than a lower class or God forbid Sephiroth himself. He knows what he's doing technically could be considered treason to ShinRa and Midgar but to the mako eyed man, it was the least he could do for all the bloodshed he'd helped cause two years prior. “ On the bright side though, my next mission isn't gonna be back here so you won't be seeing my ugly mug for a solid month or two, ain't that good news Kusakabe? ”

#muse;; zack fair #sleeplesswork | sonon kusakabe #• answered ic! #// “feel free to ignore this” no 🩵 #zack is all up for hating on shinra any time #also don't squint at the mission foreshadowing//

[myristicisms]

Heartache was always something that never fully made sense; To be so saddened by the loss of someone or something that it physically hurt just didn't seem like something she'd ever worry about and yet that's the only thing Miriam had experienced over the last month. There was no book that could have prepared her for the feeling of pallid hands that once held her heart to suddenly squeeze and squeeze until it burst but all things considered she likes to think she'd handled the break-up well enough. ( Ice cream and chocolate strawberries certainly had eased the pain some. ) 

Self isolation was becoming ineffective and so she'd done what she knew would be a fix all; Book a tattoo. She'd had a few she needed finished or touched up but those could wait a while longer, there's too much space on her right arm she's decided and with how often she'd been laying upon her back, there wasn't any wisdom in deciding to finish the piece upon her back. There was the momentary debate of getting another piercing but that'll be a different beast to tame for later. Specifically when she won't have to fight her helmet off her head after killing the engine on her bike. 

It's been a while since her last ‘ impulse ’ tattoo, the others having been carefully and thoroughly planned out as a bigger piece throughout her entire body and she can't help but to awkwardly rub at one of the old pieces on the back of her shoulder, the blues and pinks of the flesh like a splash of watercolor upon alabaster flesh. ( Been way too long. ) She thinks to herself nervously, the gentle ding of the shop’s welcome bell easing away some of those woes. Her usual gal was in today so that certainly settled the usual jittery feeling of getting ink after almost a year of not doing so. 

Almost a year…

Why did she wait so long? 

Oh, right, non supportive now ex that was, in hindsight, kind of a dick. Crystalline blues roll at the thought, ( Why did I stick around for so long? ) Love made her a bit stupid, she guesses, or maybe it was the fact that Miriam had already put so much time and love into a doomed relationship, not that it mattered too much anymore since everything was said and done. It's the memory of all the things she couldn't do back then that helps her decide on what to get; “ A butterfly, they're free and beautiful aren't they? ” And it's so very cheesy but so very her that Miriam couldn't help the giddiness that came once her artist begun working on the stencil and reference. Positioning it wasn't too terrible either, she was all the more ecstatic to see just how well it blended in with the shards of her previous work along her body and how well it filled that blank space. 

The only bad thing about going to a shop that takes walk-ins and was more open as far as the layout goes was that damned bell dinging to signify another client coming in. Miriam never cared though, typically she minded her business and sometimes struck up conversation with her artist or the others within the shop. Tattoos were fun, to get and to look at, the rush of adrenaline that came with the first prickle of ink being laid into flesh and the heat that flooded through the area something akin to an addiction and- ( Man I missed this. ) It's a bitter thought that's cut off by the sound of a man’s voice talking to one of the other artists, quietly explaining what he wants done and she's embarrassed at how swiftly her gaze darts to see who the voice belonged to.

Damned nosey habits. 

Though the man looks nice, maybe he wouldn't be too terrible to strike conversation with while they're both stuck in their seats, briefly she's tempted to ask what he's planning on getting done but decides against it, she'd much rather see if the man was as receptive to conversation as she was or if he was the sort that preferred to get his work done in silence. 

lil starter for @sleeplesswork | Sonon Kusakabe

#muse;; miriam #sleeplesswork | sonon kusakabe

[myristicisms]

The metallic tang of blood always managed to seep its way bone deep into her senses, foul and disheartening that she could smell when work came her way before really seeing it. It's a constant onslaught to her nose day in and day out but such was the life of a medic ( if one can call what I do that. ) in a place like Deepground. It could be worse, at the very least they don't have her in the actual meat of what the research department was actually for and Valk cannot help but be grateful for the fact. Wounding others wasn't her ideal way to waste time, it never had been and she knows her empathy makes her appear weak to the residents of the place she begrudgingly called home; Good, it meant they wouldn't waste time on her.

Respect wasn't something commonly offered to those seen as weak but the raven haired woman knew well enough that those she tends to wouldn't dare bring harm upon her, perhaps out of some odd form of fondness for the woman or the fact that even though her and the Restrictors didn't see eye to eye, they still had to ensure her safety and the residents weren't stupid by any means. Regardless of her falling into her own thoughts though, that familiar metallic scent once again invades her senses, duty calls it seems and thus she stands to retrieve her medical kit; Prepares herself for whatever wounds she's about to see and tries to stamp a gentle smile upon her face.

When a new man steps in, Valk can't help but to look curious. New faces in Deepground weren't exactly uncommon but she knew most of the residents by now, fourteen years of working in the labs had her interact with damn near everyone beneath the building, some had passed in combat but she knew almost everyone. This man certainly had never visited her lab before, she'd wager he must have only joined recently and for that, her heart breaks. Another cog to join the machine and she only hopes this one won't crack under the pressure of keeping it running.

“ You're new. ” The words weigh heavy upon her tongue, like lead pulling the muscle back down into her throat as some attempt at silencing her. There's a hidden sorrow in her tone, fingers deftly unlocking the metallic case before she nods towards the lone seat centered in the room. “ I'll be tending to your wounds today and... Presumably in the future, what can I help you with? ” She hasn't had to give that speech in years, uncommon as it was for new recruits to end up in her chair since most often died upon their first mission or didn't need to be closely looked at.

A brief starter for @sleeplesswork | Sonon Kusakabe

#muse;; miriam #sleeplesswork | sonon kusakabe #verse;; shackled butterfly

[myristicisms]

Sitting and moping typically wasn't his style, never had been simply because there was always something to do, unfortunately as of late, there's not a whole lot to do without drawing too much attention to himself and even if he did, Fair still felt off. The wounds were healed, that much was definitely true and while Zack hated admitting Sonon was right, it didn't mean he outright refused to accept the fact. Regardless though there was one big reason he didn't like leaving the Kusakabe residence. “ I don't like being alone. ” It's spoken petulantly, though it was the truth. He was fully healed and could do everything almost as well as he used to before being gunned down but that doesn't mean he felt comfortable doing so.

Wutai was still just as hostile of territory to him as Midgar was, just because the village accepted him didn't mean everyone else would and on top of that, Zack hated being left to his own thoughts. He's grown too dependent on Sonon, he realizes and that makes him cringe slightly because of all the people to be ridiculously and anxiously attached to in some degree, it just had to be Kusakabe and not someone nice and pretty. ( Well, Sonon is both of those things when you're about to die, I guess. ) He ignores that thought process the moment it comes to mind because that's something the raven haired man refuses to unpack. “ You gonna enjoy some sun with me or is this your way of kicking me out for some alone time? Be straight with me would'ya? ”

@sleeplesswork | Sonon Kusakabe

❛❛ now that you’re healed, why not spend some time exploring the area ? you shouldn’t sit inside all day ❜❜

#muse;; zack fair #sleeplesswork | sonon kusakabe #verse;; tufts of phoenix down #• answered ic! #short and sweet #// zack when he's being told to touch grass lmao //

[myristicisms]

@sleeplesswork | Sonon Kusakabe sent;;

it had been a while since the last time sonon found himself at his old family home… after melphie died, he hadn’t done much besides rot within its familiar walls, unable to bring himself to do anything, the weight of loneliness sinking further in with each passing day. she’d been all the family sonon had left, and suddenly she was gone. when the teen finally returned to his feet, living in the house they’d been raised in was too much, and so he left. trained to be a shinobi, it wasn’t hard to get jobs, missions that took him out of wutai, and, as of recently, ones that aligned him with a group named avalanche. he’d be leaving for midgar come next month, so the shinobi was more than surprised to find a familiar face lingering around his abandoned residence.

Misery had long since been the default state he's had the displeasure of living through as of late; Everything in his body hurt something fierce with each subtle jostling from merely walking around. ( You've really done it this time Fair. ) He can't help but to find some sort of ironic amusement in the matter, four years since last he'd been in this nice little village, four years since he'd last experienced relief in a sorts and yet there's nothing soothing about the familiar location. It's a miracle that the place isn't crawling with ShinRa, he could take on a few stragglers but certainly not another army; Not until he's at least halfway back to health anyways. Zack needs help, he's more than aware of the fact that his life is quite literally hanging on by a delicate thread that could easily snap with one wrong strike to his still mending body but Midgar isn't safe and he no longer has another body to protect, no longer has Buster upon his back.

Zack isn't even capable of defending himself at the moment. It would be laughable were it not for the dull throbbing in his ribs as flesh and sinew melds itself back together slowly, methodically. It's been like that for the last few days, since he woke up confused and aching but with just enough energy to cast cura on himself and somehow make it onto his feet for travel. Cloud is safe, he has to be, otherwise all of his hard work has been for nothing and that's an idea that makes the raven haired man nearly give up completely. The hope spring runs eternal but he can only travel to said spring so many times before his body and heart completely fails.

He chooses familiarity though, not quite the familiarity of his home town like he'd planned because ShinRa already knew that would be a place of interest, but the familiarity of Wutai in hopes that perhaps Sonon and other familiar faces might see him, give him some guidance for where next to go or at least allow him to check into a hotel without alerting ShinRa. A bed would be nice, the ground was fine but months of sleeping beneath the stars had taken a toll on his back, even moreso with his injuries. He sees recognition flash in the eyes of the villagers, doesn't bother to hassle them too much because he looks like a mess and only manages to stop once he finds himself at a familiar residence. ( Are they still around? )

Even if the siblings were, there's no telling how thrilled either of them would be to see his face darkening their doorstep once again for the fourth time. He's no longer with ShinRa though, in fact he has hell to raise with the company the moment he's fully recovered and gets a replacement sword and with the way things are going now, he'll have that weapon again soon enough. He relaxes further when he sees a familiar face, the shock on his old acquaintance's face as clear as day and a grin slowly tugs upon dirt caked lips, followed by a grimace.

“ Been a while, Kusakabe. You stay outta trouble while I was away? ”

#muse;; zack fair #sleeplesswork | sonon kusakabe #• answered ic! #verse;; tufts of phoenix down #// feeling so bad for sonon #I'd be mad as hell if some half dead guy pulled up on me #especially if that half dead guy was Zack #like go back to the cliffs 😒 #jokes though im excited for whatever this turns into //

[myristicisms]

Mission after mission, day in and day out, it's so tiring and exhausting. The higher ups were all set on squashing any and all uprisings that could possibly happen and while a younger more naive version of himself would be bouncing with glee at the idea of spending his time with seemingly easing through the supposed cease fire between Midgar and Wutai, this current version of him was sick of it. He's well aware of the fact that the people of Wutai weren't fond at all of ShinRa, of anyone that had anything to do with the company let alone a SOLDIER.

He's not stupid enough to think the stares were anything but suspicious, wary if not full of outright dislike for who he associated himself with. Wutai was a beautiful land, rich in culture and history alike and something within the depths of his mind had been excited to experience the country through the eyes of a civilian, or as close to a civilian as an undercover agent ( poorly hidden at that ) could. Regardless though, it doesn't exactly ease the ever looming defensiveness that left a tension near painful in Zack's stance, teeth gritting as he tries so desperately to recall the map he was ever so graciously granted a brief look at to figure out where the hell he needed to go; Go figure he'd be left to his own devices, something something being a First Class gave him privileges others didn't have or whatever. Right.

Aqua eyes roll in frustration, looking for the closest civilian that didn't look too too hostile to ask for directions. There's an inherent guilt that creeps into his mind, he really didn't belong here but Fair had been sent on a mission and if he didn't accept then it would be some other poor idiot that couldn't reject it and who knows how that would have gone? Raven spikes bounce with a shake of his head, bemused and irate before melting away into nothingness as he approaches a man. “ Excuse me- ” He begins, swiftly deflating when the stranger meets him with anger and suddenly that overwhelming feeling of sorrow returns full force. “ Right, um... Okay, right sorry! I just needed directions but... ” And then he clams up.

His eyes, how could he forget the dead give away of mako twirling in his irises; Nobody naturally had the hue and again he has to remind himself that the people of Wutai were forced into this position, there was no wiggle room on their part so of course they're not going to be forthcoming to someone who essentially helped oppress them. ( How stupid can I be? ) Ah hell, he'll just wander around until one of the Turks calls him to yell at him for being lost, it's far better an option than bother the locals any further.

@sleeplesswork | Sonon Kusakabe

‘ get away from me. ’

taken from angst prompts

#muse;; zack fair #sleeplesswork | sonon kusakabe #• answered ic! #hi hello thank you for following!!! #i look forward to interacting with you teehee

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Regress Meme | Open

@sleeplesswork asked: regress ! - for nero and sonon

They were locked away in one of the training mazes. They were making this a new form of entertainment, or punishment. Depended on the day, and the results from the last test they had Nero endure. The young boy, teaming with darkness flowing nearly a foot or more away from him with every movement, was simply trying to assess his way through. That's what they always wanted him to do, either find his way with his mind, he make his way by sensing with his abilities or otherwise, tearing their pitifully made maze apart.

Weiss told him it was to keep him busy, sometimes. Weiss told them they did it to keep a distance, because they were afraid. Weiss told him to have his fun either way. So he did.

That is, until he realized no one was watching. He was in a larger maze, one he wasn't familiar with. They were really trying to keep him busy, or perhaps they thought he was getting stronger, smarter? He took it as a challenge, eager to tear the place apart, test the instincts and the itches of abilities he had yet to understand.

But...no...someone. Someone was here. No one was ever here, inside the maze, WITH him. This one was...unfamiliar, too. Curiosity sped him on. Bandaged feet and hands, forearms, legs and body bound in clunky contraptions with glowing light all causing constant aching pain to his body, keeping the darkness from flowing further, but he was learning to push past the pain, even if sometimes if he sat too long with it, it started to really hurt again.

The seven year old finally stumbled into an opening, a wounded looking man in the distance. He was...not right. He was...not of here...or was it Nero? There was an instinct screaming in his head, that this man was wrong, but not in the way he was used to feeling. Not in the way he felt about the fighters and the doctors, but never felt from Weiss. This was different...like one of those test from years ago, where they had him place tools and other items in the right spots, like hammers and forks and a flower. This man....was like a flower laying in a pile of knives. Not right.

Messy black hair fell around red, slit pupil eyes. Hands fumbled with one another, scars marring the inner palms, and a careful, curious grin exposed an array of uneven, sharp and normal teeth.

"You... You're not right...are you...? What are you...? I want...to know..." he spoke, voice just a tad scratchy as if strained from recent misuse, but holding childish eagerness nonetheless as black mist tried to form dark tendrils, reaching out just as the young boys hand did.

#sleeplesswork #sonon kusakabe #Unholy Divinity ~ Nero the Sable #ask meme #ask answered #onewinged meme #these may not be perfect depicitions specifically of his unhinged power and how it's contained as a kid mainly because i still need-- #to research AND therein define my own interpretation for him but STILL this is a part of doing that so thank you!!

[myristicisms]

Birthdays were something of a rarity to her, many years spent at the orphanage where she just got told congrats on living another year and then ignored save for the occasional year that Gebel managed to find a way to celebrate in a way that was more than just sitting on her bed chatting idly and yearning to have a proper family. After Gebel's death though, none of her birthdays really mattered and that fact had only been amplified by her former boyfriend who conveniently always forgot and always went off to do something else with his brother on her birthday. Every year. It never bothered her any though, such was life and honestly Miriam had better things to worry about than the fact that her age was one year higher than it was the previous day.

Waking up felt the same, for once she managed to wake after her boyfriend and while usually she wouldn't be too concerned with the fact, it confused her that the man wasn't still in bed; Usually he was still curled around her even if he'd woken first simply because he needed a moment to fully wake up and because usually she was always sprawled half on top of the poor man and he was too polite to wake her up himself unless he really had to get up. ( Wonder what he's up to... ) She muses to herself, a smile creeping upon tired features. Bones crack as the pallid woman stretches, laughing softly at the old t-shirt she'd stolen from Sonon flooding her senses for a moment before she stands up and shakes the tiredness from her body with a soft hum. The house smelled good, really good actually, as she pads out from their shared room, feet leaving gentle thunks against the wooden floor while she draws closer and closer to the dining room.

She peaks into the kitchen, icy blues gleaming with a reserved warmth only ever seen when gazing upon her little family; She may not have been formally adopted like she'd dreamt of as a kid but a loving boyfriend and his kid sister was just as good, waking up every morning and seeing Melphie's tired grin was more than enough to ease her heart into a ridiculous state of comfort as was being able to watch Sonon hum whilst making breakfast for the household and she'd happily stand beside him whilst the two cleaned up after eating their meal, it may not be what one would think of as typical for a family but it was hers and she loved it.

“ Good morning lover. ” She cooes softly, leans against the doorway with a tired smile sat atop pallid lips, “ You don't happen to be up so early for a specific reason, do you? Aside from making breakfast seeing as Melphie is still in bed and you left me all on my lonesome. ”

@sleeplesswork | Sonon Kusakabe

within the kusakabe household, huge birthday celebrations weren't really a thing. lucky for sonon, his birthday often fell on the first autumn festival of the year. and for melphie's — born only a handful of days after his — birthday, they'd usually still go to practice, then return home and cook up a miniature feast: left up to sonon to do all the hard work, of course. despite it only being the two, they'd always managed to have some fun, so when melphie sighed a mere week ago, annoyed she had yet to hear her older brother planning something extravagant for his girlfriend, the man frowned. while yes he did plan to do more than his sister and his old traditions, it wasn't like he was organising some colossal party. plus . . . sonon was sure even if they put their heads together, both miriam and himself couldn't come up with enough people to fill a room. so melphie's idea went out the window, and there wasn't much romantic he could think to do, considering sonon's kid sister didn't have school . . . well, hopefully a nice breakfast, some sweet treats, and the small gift kusakabe had gotten a couple of days prior would be enough. if not, he's more than willing to make up for the fact tomorrow when melphie is out of the house.

#muse;; miriam #sleeplesswork #• answered ic! #• interaction cont! #//ignoring that we're both late #happy birthday to our beautiful whip wielding queen #sorry i forgor your birthday queen //

[myristicisms]

A soft groan rumbles through the heavy body curled under a blanket, the subtle glow to tired eyes slowly growing as Zack opens his eyes with a low whine. Raven spikes slowly rise as the former SOLDIER pushes himself into sitting up, already getting ready to complain at his host for waking him from an admittedly very pleasant dream until he takes an audible sniff of the air and raises an eyebrow. Large arms raise above his mess of a mane alongside a yawn before slowly pushing himself to the side to stand up. “ Well good morning to you too Kusakabe, it must be a special occasion if breakfast is already- ” There's a pause before a grin settles upon his lips, “ Aww you remembered! And you like to say you don't care about me huh. ”

Shameless as ever, the elder of the two pads over and playfully bumps into the brunette with his hip, he doesn't even bother to put a shirt on simply because the house smelled so damn good and he's hungry and Sonon did make breakfast before waking him up, it's only fair.

@sleeplesswork | Sonon Kusakabe;;

perhaps if the soldier were here as a regular visitor rather than a shinra run away, sonon would have put some proper thought into the other's upcoming birthday. but still annoyed about his sudden appearance and only informed of the fact twelve hours before hand, he'll have to deal with his only 'gift' being that breakfast was prepared before kusakabe came to wake him, rather than the usual wait. which, in sonon's opinion, is already more than the blue - eyed man deserves. ❛❛ think that's enough shut - eye for you, fair. come on, breakfasts' ready. ❜❜

MAYBE sonon will have a nice bottle of alcohol for them to share . . . but that all depends on zack’s behaviour >:( like always ~ if zack is hiding in the corner ignore this, but happy birthday funny man !!

#muse;; zack fair #sleeplesswork #verse;; tufts of phoenix down #• answered ic! #• interaction cont! #// sonon being kind for once omg congrats zack !!! //