☄ Dream Impossible Dreams

[nohometown]

He knows, when he's awake, that it's impossible. He'll never have children. For a variety of reasons. He's devoted to his work. He has no time. Physiologically, due to his altered genes and the radiation treatments, he is unable to father children. Even if he could, with medical assistance, would he want to? Wouldn't any children he fathered belong to ShinRa as well?

What would become of such children? Would they grow wings and fly away? The idea isn't as far-fetched as it should be, considering what had happened to his friends. Why would he want children in a world like this?

But he's dreaming now. In dreams, he can have another life. He's dressed in plain clothes, black pants and a white dress shirt, standing in a a room, in a house. An ordinary house. It's not in Midgar, but somewhere else, far away. He can look through the window and see trees. The curtains are wide open, and sunlight pours in through them, and he knows, somehow, that this is "home". His home. With the certainty of a dreamer, who can believe impossible things, he knows that his family lives here. His children. There are pictures of them on the wall. Their possessions can be seen here and there, and some of the books on the shelves are theirs--not his own dry volumes about science and military history. He stands there for a while, not doing anything in particular, quiet and distantly content as he takes in this place, this existence, becomes accustomed to it.

He doesn't stir until hears a sound behind him. There someone here with him. He turns and smiles at them, a casual, fond smile for someone he sees almost every day of his life. "Hello." He asks a simple question. "How was your day?"


[[OOC: Anyone is welcome to be one of Sephiroth's "kids". (Relatives or spouses of any gender to talk about family are also welcome, if you prefer.) Feel free to age characters down, if you like, but grown up kids are also fine. Prose or action spam both welcome; I'll match you.]]

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[waterfell]

She names a nearby restaurant with a good reputation. Only the best for Papa and his daughter, who deserve it. It's expensive, but considered worth the cost, and besides, the kitchen uses fresh, healthier ingredients. He'll like that.

"How about it? It's a good restaurant, isn't it?" Almost as if she's coaxing him, though he's already said he'll agree, Ami glances down the hallway towards her room. "I'll shower and change quickly."

Without giving Sephiroth a chance to argue, even if he would, she pivots on one foot and turns to go. As she promised, it isn't long before she re-emerges in a modest dress suited to the restaurant. The teletia-S may have helped with the quick change.

[nohometown]

"I've heard good things about it," he agrees. He might not eat out a great deal by preference, but he does go out often enough for work-related reasons. Company dinners and charity banquets and conferences. He doesn't need any coaxing in this case, especially as it was his idea. "As I said, wherever you like." He is a man of his word, and even if she'd chosen a rundown hamburger place instead, he would have dutifully made his way there with her.

While she's changing--in her suspiciously quick manner which he doesn't remark on--he gets ready to go himself, and puts on a jacket, as black as his pants, never one for colorful clothing.

"You look nice." He wonders sometimes, if it's easier for those who had parents to parent. Sometimes he still feels out of his depth, so unlike the warm, emotional parents he sometimes sees at school events, or any time when he's out in public.

[waterfell]

Oh, she's come to prefer black as well, perhaps a trait she gets from him; for awhile, her wardrobe was nearly all black and white, fashionable enough still, but dark. Today, though, she's dressed in a deep blue bordering on navy, of evident quality in its fabric and cut.

"Thank you." She warms to the compliment, a bit too obviously perhaps, or at least conscious of the effect she presents. No more staring in mirrors and fretting over the reflection staring back at her; she's changed. There's no more insecure girl, she'd like to tell herself.

She's a confident, professional, young woman.

"We won't need a reservation," she adds as an afterthought. Considering the restaurant in question, she may have more mischief in mind to make sure they're seated anyway.

[nohometown]

Navy is also a fine color, but clothes aren't a great concern to him. As long as his own are well-cut and pleasing to him, and others are well and neatly dressed, he's satisfied.

"You're quite welcome." He inclines his head, formal even in this, a casual family moment.

"I should probably call ahead, just in case." Ami may have something in mind, but first, she has her stubborn father to contend with. It's unlike him to ignore proper procedure, in spite of what Ami may or may not be planning.

i love these two more with every tag XD

[waterfell]

Papa, that isn't nearly as fun. For a second, Ami pouts playfully, as if she might argue; but it's so ingrained that even now, of course she doesn't, not with her father.

"Go ahead!" she says, brightly enough, and suddenly there's a book in her hand out of nowhere, as if to say see, we could have done it so much quicker my way and now it will take much longer while some helpless waiter loses the reservation anyway. Cynical of her. She opens to a bookmark.

[nohometown]

He's not known for being a "fun guy". Quite the opposite, some might say. Not that he doesn't have a sense of fun, or his own personal idea of it, but it can be hard to discern and doesn't extend to restaurant reservations.

He pulls out his phone to make the reservations. He's clear and commanding on the phone. He doesn't expect his reservations will be lost. Why would they be? His orders should be followed.

"We have some time before we go," he says, once he's done with the phone. "Would you care to spar?" It's a casual question; in Sephiroth's house, there's nothing out of the ordinary about sparring, even if they're wearing their nice clothes.

[waterfell]

If it was a question at all, she'd just transform to keep the clothes clean - or use the teletia-S again afterward. Why not make use of every advantage she has, just as he expects his orders to be obeyed? It's natural to them.

Besides, sparring is... well, somehow she finds she likes it best. Maybe it's because she knows he enjoys it, and so it's something they can do together. Something that brings them together. Her answer is quick and unquestioned.

"Right now." It's a statement and confirmation, not a surprised question. She does know him after this many years. "But be careful!" she warns. "I won't go easy on you just because you're my father."

[nohometown]

"Outside would be best," said Sephiroth, although it wouldn't be the first time they'd sparred inside. Their precision was such that it was usually no problem, but there was more freedom of movement possible outside, and constraining himself in order to avoid destroying appliances, though it was an added challenge, wasn't one he was in the mood for today.

He doesn't expect there will be any damage to his own clothes; for both of them, that's the advantage of having superior skills.

Sephiroth was never someone who found it easy to bond with others, but this was easy for him. Fighting was something he knew, and she had that in common with him. Why wouldn't she? She was his daughter.

"I would be disappointed if you did," he said, with a smile as he took up his sword and headed out the door.

[waterfell]

There was nothing to do but follow after him, and she did. Outside, she'd have more freedom of movement as well, and the freedom to bring her powers into play. Her father didn't seem to precisely enjoy having their home turned into an ice palace - an inevitable outcome.

Ami blinked into the sun as she stepped outside. Her eyes adjusted quickly enough, and she stretched out her hand, closing her grip around the grip of the ice sword, which materialized in a bright flash. She took a ready stance.