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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.
Aeris revives a prior, joyful discussion, but Sephiroth remains haunted by the past.
The morning next was near as dark as the eve for the Whispers slept beneath blizzard. Frosty fingers painted the panes of every single window, nor could the balcony outside her room be divined from whirling white. The sands, too, surrendered to this raining pale as white foam churned upon. Untroubled, the town just pulsed warm beneath the rampant, heavy fall. It was a time for comfort sipped through tea, hot chocolate, or even spirits. To drown within words or grow lost in a screen for entertainment or contacting friends.
Sephiroth was currently drawn to the latter for responsibility’s sake. With such severe weather, he always ensured no emergencies had ensued. If the storm had fallen too swift, folk could be taken unawares. There’d been enough times he’d received calls or messages of distress. In the town proper danger was mild, but the outskirts or sands could hold peril. This was one of the times he blessed tainted eyes for their perfect and always lit vision. They were also a beacon for the so lost, paired with black garb on white snows. Though Sephiroth usually found them first, and it was strange his sight was a relief. I suppose I’m better than freezing to death…and they’ve only known me as their “mayor.” History remembers otherwise, but to the Whispers, that’s less than a ghost. I’m what I am now…what I have been for over a hundred years. Their mayor…the general as a term of respect, and the in between matters no more…