Tiph Nightshade: ::She teleported in, looking about somewhat warily... clad in the oversized Armani pinched from her husband's closet, too small in a suit much too large, giving the appearance of a child dressed in their father's clothes, she was so slight and the clothing much too much. Spying Sephiroth, she blinked once, but was not afraid... what reason had she to be, after all... the things past were just that, PAST... and she assumed, rightly, that they no longer mattered::

Sephiroth Enigma: ::He stood strong and calmly resolute, the same sense of indifference that he had always shown was still present, though slightly less overbearing, all consuming. He had his malevolently handsome face turned to the floor, glowing emerald Mako eyes unseeing, and he ran a distracted hand over Masamune's hilt, the blade hanging lax, idle at his side, not touching the ground::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She swallowed once and walked to him, being careful not to disturb her partner, or interrupt his thoughts too harshly. She reached out a steady hand, placing it gently on his shoulder, Masamune a few scant inches from her legs... if he so chose, she could be easily cut down... yet this was not something she feared. Those shining prussian orbs still settled on his figure, she spoke to him softly:: You summoned me, and here I am...

Sephiroth Enigma: ::He looked up at once, turning to her. He had felt her entrance, her presence, they were that closely connected, the bonds of their *mother*, Jenova, not something to weigh lightly. His visage softened as he looked on her, and he almost allowed himself to smile. Such uncharacteristic words fell from his lips:: I am glad you came Tiphareth

Sephiroth Enigma: ::He then began with the games, not completely necessary, but Sephiroth has his own private intentions, that only he need understand. Knowing full well the answer, he posed the question none the less:: You did not hesitate to come to me; no reason to be wary of me?

Tiph Nightshade: ::She shook her head firmly, whispering:: I trust you... ::And eyed her hand still perched on his shoulder for a long moment, before pulling it away, the wedding band, newly repaired by her loving husband gleaming on her ring finger, catching a bit of the sun's warm light::

Sephiroth Enigma: ::He looked at her hand as it left him, missing it, but made no complaint, nor evidenced any hint to betray the slight disappointment in his face. He let his eyes fall from her face, and carry down, over her toned, perfect figure; but what in hell was she wearing?... He gestured to the suit with his free hand, and then glanced down to his own, knowing that she belonged in one similar, and not this:: A new look? It hardly seems... appropriate, dear. ::He almost chuckled at her:: What happened to your suit?

Tiph Nightshade: ::She looked to the floor and said nothing, visibly upset, shifting her weight, tiny feet almost disappearing beneath the many folds of the expensive cloth that had gathered at her slender ankles. The memory of the attack that had left her badly wounded, merely because she had not cared enough to defend herself, and had ruined her armored suit, came rushing back, and as they could read each other's thoughts, she need not speak it aloud for him to know, for he felt it now, and she knew it::

Sephiroth Enigma: ::Immediately he understood, and regretted having brought it up, seeing how it affected her. He gently lifted her chin, until her eyes met his in a Mako enhanced stare, and smiled at her ever so faintly, yet it was genuine. Rarely used muscles in the cheeks of his usually stark expressionless face contracted, and gave view to a dazzling, though be it small smile, before he began to speak:: Let me get a new suit for you.

Tiph Nightshade: ::The smile shocked her, for of all people, she knew how truly rare it was of him, and it carried with it a depth of meaning that defied the description of words. Knowing that if anyone could acquire her a new suit, it was him, she acknowledged how ludicrous she looked, and that she did want another, missing the way it had hugged the delicate ripples of feminine muscles that had always defined her, the sumptuous curves... so what if she prided herself on them? When one had such a perfect figure, you had every right to show it off. She said nothing, simply nodding, and watched and waited to see what he would do::

Sephiroth Enigma: ::He hung Masamune suspended in the air, leaving his large graceful gloved hands free to take a gentle grasp of each her shoulders, unhurriedly closing his eyes out of respect and courtesy, beginning to softly murmur a spell in his rich, deep, soothing voice. The words were alien, a tongue unique to the two of them. As the spell continued, it's effect began to be taken, and the Armani faded slowly into nothingness, and he found his fingers on the soft bare skin of her shoulders::

Tiph Nightshade: ::She thought of how much she had longed to be able to use one of her spells in a case in which the other person involved could actually comprehend her words, and found this, their both speaking the rare language an appreciated deviation from the disappointing norm. She smirked lightly, thinking of this trend being set, in which she found herself naked in front of men other than her husband, in relatively unnatural situations, be it near death of the subject of a spell or what have you... but she didn't dwell on the fact. Her eyes cast down slightly as she waited patiently for the new suit to take place and solve the dilemma of her nakedness, and they came across the unsightly scar, still marring the flesh on the left side of her chest, above her heart, at the top of the curve of her breast. She sighed audibly, raising a hand to trail her fingers gingerly over the disfigured skin, wishing for the millionth time that she simply be able to heal it... but this was no ordinary wound, inflicted by Sephiroth himself, as were her desperate wishes at the time. She had found herself powerless to remove it::

Sephiroth Enigma: ::He knew all, and felt her strife, wanting somehow to make amends, though they both placed no blame onto him for killing her, giving her that scar so long ago. His eyes fluttered open and he gazed into her face, his view never wavering. His thoughts spoke to hers... voicing his torment over having considering it, what it had done to him for actually going through with it, the endless days he'd spent in solitary anguish after the fact... he plead for forgiveness, and a chance to redeem himself, knowing full well that she had never at any time placed any blame onto him for fulfilling her request to end her suffering. He then paused in his spell and spoke aloud in a subdued, longing tone of voice:: If you would like, I can get rid of that, but in order to heal it, I must touch it...

Tiph Nightshade: ::She could care less whether he touched it or not, as long as it was gone... he was the last person alive who would ever try anything with her, they had too much mutual respect for each other, having been through too much thus far together to quibble over such trivial human matters. Letting her actions speak for her, she took ahold of his right hand on her left shoulder, and slid it down to rest over the mark that tarnished her chest, nodding, permission having been given the immediate moment after it had been requested::

Sephiroth Enigma: ::Sephiroth slowly pulled the hand back, and withdrew the other one, to slip off the glove, tugging at the figners until it was shed, uncovering the stark "1" tattooed onto the back of his hand in bold black ink, and replaced both hands again, the left back to her shoulder, and right almost timidly grazing the top of her breast. To see Sephiroth in an uncomfortable position was incredibly rare, but with Tiphareth, somehow all was different. He took in a quick breath, he calmed himself with little difficulty, and began his next spell, though his first had been put on hold midway through it's progress. A brilliant emerald glow surrounded his hand, spreading from his palm through the contact of their skin, to the area which was scarred, taking with it healing energies which dissolved the imperfect flesh, returning it to it's once flawless state. He drew back his hand, placing it on her shoulder again, and resumed the prior, interrupted spell. The new armored suit took form around her, beginning at the collar at her shoulders and working it's way down to the platformed boots, conforming to her flesh, emphasizing every curve and muscle. When he had finished, he looked to her approvingly and without waiting for her thanks, he leaned forward to kiss her cheek, and vanished, Masamune disappearing at the same moment::

Tiph Nightshade: ::Tiphareth stood, adorned in a new, perfect suit, feeling as if whole once more, back to her original state, deeply pleased that the scar was gone as well. Though he had already gone, she sensed him, as she always had, and always would, and teleported to his haven with hardly an effort at all, not speaking words, simply embracing him warmly, her head on his shoulder, to express her thanks. In this reunion, few words had been minced, yet much was spoken::