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neopoints[ they tell him he won't make soldier. no amount of training can fix a weakness of the soul. the mako doesn't agree with him - he's bedridden for three days after the initial test, and upon discharge, told he'll nnot be allowed to apply again. on the very same day he'd tendered his resignation, apologizing to his squadmates for letting them down, and left a message to the turk who had helped him on the trains as well as zack fair, thanking them for their belief in him, however ill-placed.
he was left with no choice but to improvise. there was nothing to return home to in nibelheim, no reason to quietly endure further ridicule and a lifetime of being ostracized, but no way he could live on the plate with the sky-high rent and the soul-sucking jobs requiring more skill than country boy can provide. he isn't the first SOLDIER washout to be too ashamed to go home, and he knows he won't be the last. the slums are full of them. he'd found himself lost, wandering lost in the shadow of the plate. sector five was bright and flashy but he wasn't equipped to deal with pickpockets and gangs. the better part of the day was spent utterly terrified, certain he was going to die here tonight and no one would ever know because he'd been too damn stupid to tell them his plans.
don corneo's men saw an easy mark for the coliseum. promising big money and a place to sleep - but a hand on his shoulder, a whisper in his ear, i could make you a star, darling - offered him something better.
andrea rhodea had smiled so charmingly and with such faith he'd decided he was in before he even heard the offer.
( they'd suggested claudia for his stagename, not knowing it was his mothers. he'd balked, almost shouting no, because while the rhinestones and glitter were rapidly becoming just another part of his world - he couldn't imagine the humiliation of anyone he knew knowing this. shame had consumed so much of his life, dictated so much of what he enjoyed - he refused to let it ruin this too. )
so cirrus was born. and cirrus was a fucking hit.
and he hadn't been lying. cloud's androgynous features were a smash with the customer-base. he was a quick learner, a hell of a dancer, and not too bad of a fighter. he was a star - and it came with glitz, and glamour, and gil, but no glory.
the usual showstopper was done for the night. cloud, center-stage, dancing to a flashy new routine in a uniform somewhere between the men's snappy suits and the women's bulky bee costume. he's fanning himself in the changing room, huffing out a breath as he counts down the minutes until the end of his shift, when one of the girls tells him he's been requested for a private show. ]
Seriously? I'm almost off the clock. Can't someone else -
[ it's someone important, she says, shaking her head. classified. you know what that means.
the blonde pulls a face.
don't worry, it doesn't look like an exec. she adds hastily. but you better move.
he sighs. turns back to the mirror to wipe away any evidence of exertion and heads for the room. ]
he was left with no choice but to improvise. there was nothing to return home to in nibelheim, no reason to quietly endure further ridicule and a lifetime of being ostracized, but no way he could live on the plate with the sky-high rent and the soul-sucking jobs requiring more skill than country boy can provide. he isn't the first SOLDIER washout to be too ashamed to go home, and he knows he won't be the last. the slums are full of them. he'd found himself lost, wandering lost in the shadow of the plate. sector five was bright and flashy but he wasn't equipped to deal with pickpockets and gangs. the better part of the day was spent utterly terrified, certain he was going to die here tonight and no one would ever know because he'd been too damn stupid to tell them his plans.
don corneo's men saw an easy mark for the coliseum. promising big money and a place to sleep - but a hand on his shoulder, a whisper in his ear, i could make you a star, darling - offered him something better.
andrea rhodea had smiled so charmingly and with such faith he'd decided he was in before he even heard the offer.
( they'd suggested claudia for his stagename, not knowing it was his mothers. he'd balked, almost shouting no, because while the rhinestones and glitter were rapidly becoming just another part of his world - he couldn't imagine the humiliation of anyone he knew knowing this. shame had consumed so much of his life, dictated so much of what he enjoyed - he refused to let it ruin this too. )
so cirrus was born. and cirrus was a fucking hit.
and he hadn't been lying. cloud's androgynous features were a smash with the customer-base. he was a quick learner, a hell of a dancer, and not too bad of a fighter. he was a star - and it came with glitz, and glamour, and gil, but no glory.
the usual showstopper was done for the night. cloud, center-stage, dancing to a flashy new routine in a uniform somewhere between the men's snappy suits and the women's bulky bee costume. he's fanning himself in the changing room, huffing out a breath as he counts down the minutes until the end of his shift, when one of the girls tells him he's been requested for a private show. ]
Seriously? I'm almost off the clock. Can't someone else -
[ it's someone important, she says, shaking her head. classified. you know what that means.
the blonde pulls a face.
don't worry, it doesn't look like an exec. she adds hastily. but you better move.
he sighs. turns back to the mirror to wipe away any evidence of exertion and heads for the room. ]
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Date: 2020-05-06 06:40 am (UTC)and then had asked if he'd ever heard of the gift of the goddess. if anyone had ever told him he looked like the goddess minerva given life. he wasn't a very well read boy, and he wasn't accustomed to compliments, so when he'd blushed and looked away the older man had known it had been genuine.
genesis had remained a regular. he'd taken other clients, ones who did want more than to hear his pretty voice and watch his body sway, but genesis had never looked down on him for it. weird, as the man looked down on practically everyone.
and so when someone books him and cites his knowledge of loveless as the reason, he thinks - maybe the news had been wrong. the general hadn't been KIA after all and had finally come back, but - what's waiting for him isn't the familiar red of genesis' cloak and hair, but silver standing starkly against black leather. his heart hammers in his chest, character broken before he even has a chance to establish it, because his childhood hero is standing before him after asking for him.
he thought he was over this crush. that it had died when he'd turned in his resignation to save the shame of being let go. all it takes is one look to know that's not true. ]
G-General Sephiroth, sir. My name is Cirrus, i-it's my pleasure to serve you tonight.
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Date: 2020-05-10 07:28 am (UTC)The stutter was unexpected and endearing, and suddenly Sephiroth was sure he knew why Genesis hadn't praised Cirrus's appearance: he'd wanted to keep the young man for himself and Sephiroth couldn't blame his lost friend.
In an attempt to set the dancer at ease Sephiroth moved to the wet bar and poured them both a glass of champagne before seating himself on the couch and gesturing for Cirrus to join him. ]
It's my pleasure to be served by such a talented individual. Come and sit please.
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Date: 2020-05-10 07:38 am (UTC)Of course.
[ he smooths his skirts down as he enters the room, self-conscious and desperate to do something to make himself feel in control. the general utterly dwarfs him in size and power. nothing at all like the slim build of general genesis. his voice is a rumble as opposed to that soft lyrical voice.
he swallows tightly and takes a seat. ]
How can I serve you, General?
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Date: 2020-05-16 06:27 am (UTC)He took a sip before speaking ]
I found myself wanting companionship tonight and a friend of mine only had praise for your [ He let his eyes drag over Cirrus's form ] talents.
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Date: 2020-05-16 06:44 am (UTC)wet dreams do come true. is he still dreaming? no, the general looks very real. perfection in human form. ]
Of course. I'm at your service.