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*******MAJOR CONTENT WARNING*******
Consistent and sustained graphic descriptions and mentions of rape/ sexual assault, sexual slavery/bondage, slavery, human trafficking, physical abuse, graphic descriptions of violence, mental abuse, emotional abuse, psychological abuse, body shaming, starvation, torture, forced pregnancy, forced childbirth, miscarriage, forced miscarriage, abortion, and other potential disturbing and triggering topics.
Sephiroth prepares for a special hunt that will leave Aeris alone for several days.
A near profile of Sephiroth on the left side of the frame. He is looking intense and determined toward the right. His eyelashes are very dark and dramatic. Up near his eye level against a backdrop of misty green are the words “Chapter 19 Preparations.” His silver hair curls upward on the opposite side of the frame and the words.
Aeris awoke to the Great General’s voice.
“The timing is imperative.”
The miasma of sleep did circle her round, shielded from nightmares within in his embrace.
“I am normally a very patient man, but it is running dry.”
The little Cetra was swathed in no less than two blankets along with her guardian’s arms. Light from the ceiling augmented the screen for she’d been reading before her nap. Her head rested on her general’s chest, hand curled against his shirt. Dream webs stung her eyes so she blinked them away to fade amidst summer soft.
“It must be done soon. You have the first funding.” Frost skin was so taut without twitch. “Winter will be upon us soon. This cannot be suffered to wait.”