#12A || You belong to me. [Cloud Strife]
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@azure-steel || Continued from here!
"Way ahead of you..." the words left him in little more than a breath while he attempts to make sense of whatever it was he was feeling right in that moment; that strong thump in his chest, a crippling sense of impending doom.
He'd felt it before, it was undoubtedly familiar, the same when he was listening to the cries of the dying back home, while he watched his birthplace burn. It was the same as when those pale jade eyes locked with his own, back then, and here in this vast expanse of nothing.
But it was none of those things triggering this flight or fight response, but something else, something bigger than the both of them combined. Bright mako stained eyes continued to comb the surrounding area, flickering only momentarily to the Buster still propped against an outcropping of stone, so sickeningly out of immediate reach. Not that Cloud had the skill to wield the thing as his own weapon.
But then he saw it, in the near distance; the glow of yellow eyes glowering over the waters of the ever encroaching tide invading the grotto, the reflection of which glittered in the murky ocean, and that sense of impending doom intensified. The breath stilled in the very bowels of his throat, eyes wide at the sight of whatever those eyes belonged to, staring at the pair of them, sizing them up, before the tell-tale plink of the water as the creature submerged.
They had encroached on another's territory and now they were the prey right here in this cave.
"Attention at Two O'clock... It's big." A harsh whisper as he dares to take a single step back, the silence of this place deafening, the glow of the surrounding corals so very suddenly blinding to the eyes and that sensation of dread forcing the bile into his throat.
So, he'd noticed. Even with his SOLDIER days behind, Sephiroth couldn't hold back a satisfied grin beneath impassive eyes.
"Very good. You are sharp." He praised him, rising his sword to eye level then, in a two-handed stance at the shoulder.
"But not ahead of me."
Slit pupils dilated slightly as the shadow of the creature beneath the surface came into view. The silver-haired one moved forward, two long strided steps, and swung. The sword danced at an angle, in an upwards sweeping motion like the stroke of a painter on his canvas. The blade itself would make no contact with the rocks he'd aimed at. And still, the shock wave hit the cave ceiling with violence, shaking the whole bowels of rock around them. Large boulders broke off, severed by neat moon-shaped cuts and plunged into the waters below, in a deafening crash of dust and water.
Sealing their way out; the one they knew of, anyway. But it would buy them some time.
#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth]#12a || you belong to me. [cloud strife]#04 || four seasons [divergent megaverse]#04t3 || Fall of Angels [Thread]#azuresteel#azure-steel
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//Just printed off my next tattoo design~ a sentimental nod to how I learned to speak English♡
Of course Saphie @azure-steel will do the honors!
Dr. Saru
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@azure-steel || Continued from here!
"That's not-" He almost fell for it. Almost. Genesis saw through Sephiroth's taunt and reined himself in, sitting straight and scoffing. "Hard pass on that. It's not my size, and unlike other people in this room, I wouldn't put on a show so on the nose."
And still, the man decided to exit stage left, taking a deep chug of his mug to empty it of what remained, eyes burning straight into Cloud's as he did, almost as though to intimidate with his swallowing talents. He rested it crudely on the table before stalking off towards the stairs.
Sephiroth seemed to register the event only tangentially, directing his attention on Angeal just long enough to warn him. "We'll be claiming the main bathroom for a while. I don't want to be disturbed."
"… Knock yourself out." The man said with a touch of irony, but no smirk. He did however take the time to look at Cloud, appraising him. Perhaps wondering if he had what it takes for… whatever it was that was about to happen.
As Sephiroth uncoiled away only to lead the other by the wrist towards a different door at the end of the hall.
#12a || you belong to me. [cloud strife]#azuresteel#azure-steel#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth]#03H || Power Play [AU]#03Ht1 || Toxic Bloom of the Deadly Nightshade [Thread]
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//Rebirth stuff below!
@azure-steel did it! After a lot of awkward and hilarious self-sabotage with Aerith (the game sure loves to push her) we managed to get a date between the bestest of boys!
My heart is melting still♡ I love these two to bits!
Dr. Saru\\
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I close my eyes and think of you,
The sweet scent of your skin
A voice inside taking me to where the Sun rises.
They may be just words
But if written, everything could change
Without any more fear, I want to shout this great love.
Love, all I feel is love.
Tell me why when I think, I think of nothing but you?
Tell me why when I look, all I see is you?
Tell me why when I believe, all I believe in is you?
Tell me that you will never,
Never leave my side.
Tell me who you are
Breathing love in my days?
Tell me you know
You will choose only me.
You know now
You are my only great love.
Springtime will pass,
Cold days too stupid to remember,
Cursed nights wasted sleeplessly, and others making love
Love, you are my love
Forever, for me.
Tell me why when I think, I think only of you?
Tell me why when I love, I love only you?
Tell me why when I live, I live only inside you?
Great love.
Tell me that you will never,
Never leave my side.
Tell me who you are
Breathing love in my days?
Tell me you know
I could never be wrong.
Tell me that you are,
You are my only great love.
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#12a || you belong to me. [cloud strife]#00a || the doctor speaks [ooc]#//of course I was thinking of our ship but honestly?#it works for any SO Cloud might have~#13a || our days together will soon become a memory. [sephiroth x cloud]#Youtube
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@azure-steel said:
"you're about as funny as a double dipped teabag..."
"Two dips in the Lifestream have turned you into a cabbage, while my flavor is still strong."
#azuresteel#azure-steel#03d || *groans in monotone* [crack]#12a || you belong to me. [cloud strife]#//YOU WANNA GO CLOUD#LET'S GO\\#01c || all becomes one with me. [ic: jenova!sephiroth]
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"You know, the fact that you're so pretty should be a criminal offence."
(I dunno what verse but let Strifey have this moment pls ;;)
"Are you saying you wish to see me locked up? Over something so subjective and arbitrary such as my looks?"
He's approaching Cloud, slowly. Stalking closer, uncomfortably close in fact. Personal space is not a concern before the gravity of these accusations.
"Would you bring me to justice yourself, if I were guilty? But then, that could be trouble." He drones with the creeping shadow of a grin. "What if it turned out you're just as liable as me? You could be arrested yourself. Maybe they'll lock you up with me. And then, there would be no escape for you, should I choose to exact retribution with my own hands. What will you do then... Cloud?"
Beware of what you wish for. You might just get it.
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Cloud had invited Sephiroth into the little kitchenette for a chat, and upon the silverette's entrance he'd been invited to sit, a rather... tense atmosphere hanging in the air only accentuated really when Cloud reached over and placed his hand atop his lover's and offered a rather forced smile.
"Sephiroth, listen, yeah?" He starts quietly, still attempting to cobble together the stones to address this particular issue and clearly filling the silence with a little padding to buy him more time.
"Know that I love you, and I know that this is... Partly my fault for not talking to you sooner... But..." The blond's voice draws low, his gaze dipping to the space between them. Apparently then, however, no matter how sensitive this subject, it should be broached sooner rather than later.
Time to tear off that proverbial bandaid.
"... You need to stop wandering into the bar naked... You're scaring the punters. Just put some pants on sometimes, yeah?"
"So this is what this is about." Maybe Sephiroth could have made a little more effort to guess or even sympathize with the bar's predicament. After all, all places have rules, and the Seventh Heaven made no exception.
"And you are positive I am the problem, here?" He asked without bite in his voice, but nonetheless gently freeing from the handhold to habitually cross his arms over his chest. "I could've sworn that had something to do with it."
Lazily he raised his eyes, to point them in deadpan at the Rufus Shinra cutout in plain display against the wall. Old, wrinkled, doodled on, and having lost its ability to stand upright long ago, the thing had been vandalized in more than a couple inappropriate ways. Not exactly prime decor in Sephiroth's opinion, but Barret called it the pièce de résistance of the whole establishment somehow.
"That facial hair on the chin someone added isn't even accurate. Denzel argues it's male genitalia."
#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered]#azure-steel#12a || you belong to me. [cloud strife]#azuresteel
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"I think it's very important to consider that you're the most beautiful man I've ever met~"
"I didn't know you were keeping some kind of score over that." His voice is calm, but a certain glint in the eye displays a little too much interest in the subject. "Who is the next one in the rankings?"
#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered]#azure-steel#12a || you belong to me. [cloud strife]#azuresteel#04 || four seasons [divergent megaverse]
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Valentines day in the Strife household.
Usually a mundane affair, usually merely a normal day but today there was something to celebrate, be that the love and adoration Cloud harboured for a certain silver-haired man still snoozing in their bed.
Sneaking out of the room had been the most difficult part, careful not to wake his lover while he made preparation's. For Sephiroth's most favourite activity of late was... very little of nothing; sealed away in their room with little else but his blond companion and copious snacks to eat and terrible television to watch, Cloud sought to make this daydream a reality, for a day at least. And the courier would return with bags of food linked over a single arm, and a hearty takeout breakfast feast boxed up in his free hand.
Using a shunt to the hip to close the bedroom door, it did so with a slam, thus waking Sephiroth in the process, the plan all along and eliciting a soft amused chuckle from the blond as he busied himself with the goodies on a nearby table.
"Plans for today-" he starts, presenting each item from the bag to the man still laying in bed; chips, bottles of soda, meaty snacks and of course the breakfast to start. "- stay naked, stay warm, eat, drink and do very little else, yeah?"
Cloud was already undressing and returning to the bed with the takeaway trays before Sephiroth could assume he'd be spending the day alone.
Just the two of them today, and no one else~
"You have brought all of our favorites. This must be a plan you've been scheming for quite some time, to be so well-prepared." Just like that, the bedroom had become their little nest. With food, warmth and shelter provided, what reasons did either of them possibly have to leave through that door again? If the amount did not make it obvious that the treat was for this one single day alone, Sephiroth would have even said he was looking forward to this slice of heaven for the rest of eternity.
Alas.
A smirk begins to curl the corner of his lips, while his eyes follow with keen interest every bit of Cloud's movements in discarding his own clothes. "I'm happy to play along... but I cannot promise to abide to that 'very little else' you mentioned. It doesn't sound like something that would fit me."
#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered]#azure-steel#azuresteel#12a || you belong to me. [cloud strife]
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If that new firm grasp around his manhood wasn’t enough to drain the air right out of his lungs, then that ferocious kiss applied to his mouth certainly was. The invasion of the other man’s tongue elicits a rough groan from the very depths of Cloud’s chest, while he writhes and bucks beneath the immense gravity of Sephiroth’s touch.
Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine the sensation of his hard cock slipping between such an immense grip to feel so damn delicious, even his own hand couldn’t deliver this level of white-hot unadulterated pleasure. A pleasure he displayed with the quake of each thigh, the ever tightening grip twisted into impossibly soft silver hair, that boiling need for more with every drive of his most intimate area into the warm palm of this man he so desperately wants as his lover.
He’s lowered back to the bed, his head lilting back to expose the sensitive flesh of his neck when the silver general pressed his thumb into his throat. Oh how he wished the guy would just wrap his hands around him then, to physically choke the air right out of his chest. The thought in of itself was enough to make the blond moan and curse as he wriggles beneath Sephiroth’s weight, pressing his hot desperate body further into silken sheets.
Cloud would wake up soon… he was almost sure of it, even as he felt the hot breath of that confession against his cheek, even as he felt his hand leave that most sensitive spot to wrap around his wrist, guiding him to the buckle of his belt - even as this man displayed his own rock solid desire with the sensual grind of his pelvis.
But Strife was dazed, so suddenly addicted to the feel and taste of this man, the sense of his touch akin to the ice cold fire of a powerful narcotic surging through his veins, that he was fumbling clumsily with the buckle. That was until he finally gave up trying and settled for cupping his hand around the tight bulge of leather between the SOLDIER’s legs, squeezing not too firmly to relish in the shape of this man, a shudder tremoring through the entire length of his spine as he does so. What had caused ShinRa’s poster boy; one of the most desirable men in Midgar decide to take a mere infantryman into his bed? Cloud dared not even question it, purely for the fear that it wasn’t even real.
He didn’t want it to end.
He wanted this to last forever.
“Who’d have guessed you were such a filthy tease?” Cloud whispers as he shifts his head to ghost his lips over the others, the smile tugging at his mouth plainly obvious on the winds of his voice. “I wonder how many other’s you’ve fucked with nothing but the look in your eye~”
Was there a hint of possessive jealousy in that final statement?
Perhaps, because no one could make a man feel this good without a little experience, and that was something Cloud simply didn’t have.
“How many others did you make wish they could fuck you with just one look of yours?” The comeback came steady, swift as a fencing strike, through a calm and smile in reaction to that greedy contact. The spike of pleasure and tease of his nerves betrayed by just the lightest squeeze at the outer corner of his eyes.
Yet, Sephiroth found himself just a little disappointed by that, and like a strict teacher, he slowly exhaled through his nose, rising just a bit away from the blond’s face.
“Probably more than you’ve actually allowed, if I were to guess.”
He replied his own rhetorical question, while the grip that had been on the infantryman’s wrist tightened. Undoing a buckle was hardly the challenging task, and yet Cloud had been unable to follow along his implicit command. This boy truly had to be at his limit, to be this clumsy and out of control, so early.
Jades became gelid for just a couple ponderous seconds, before that hold hardened with vice and all but yanked the smaller man sideways, promptly flipping him onto his stomach. The SOLDIER hummed to himself, taking in the satisfaction of that view, of this man’s back exposed through the rippled folds of his uniform, before leaning down on him once more.
With his right hand still wrapped around the other’s, pinning it down into the black silk of cold bedsheets, he allowed his left to make its way into the hard edge of the infantryman’s belt, fingers hooking around it and guiding the garments downwards, sliding over softer skin that felt so warm and tense against his knuckles. Muscles contracting with anticipation and nerves.
“If I have to do it all by myself,” Sephiroth spoke languid but cool in the alluring curve of the other man’s ear, while the sound of metal buckles clicking free of their loops laced each word. “… then I won’t be putting on a show for you to watch.”
For this SOLDIER was just as impatient as his partner, behind the apparence of his cold exterior. Free of restraint, lust-driven hips thrusted their way down and forward, his flesh carving its way within the quivering body that lied beneath him. The hot pain of resistance clashed against his greed, and provoked it further to unabashed assault. Pearl white teeth ground against each other before parting to sink into Cloud’s neck, a bite meant to punish and distract at the same time, splitting the agonizing ache that initial push had delivered.
Slow, hot and sensual, but still so mercilessly hard.
#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth]#12A || You belong to me. [Cloud Strife]#03F || Everything burns. [NSFW]#03H || Power Play [AU]#03Ht1 || Toxic Bloom of the Deadly Nightshade [Thread]#azuresteel#azure-steel
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Being pulled back into that pseudo embrace was the first instance then, where Cloud suddenly remembered he wasn’t alone here. But he offers no resistance, allowing his head to roll back against the round of the man’s shoulder, and bright eyes gaze up at him sluggishly from beneath his own suffocating fog of muted agony.
He was so beautiful, this man tempered by flames, death and chaos.
A beauty snared in the trappings of battle torn armour and worn leather, a monster caged within the shell of an angel, yet in that moment, while he drowns in the ethereal jade ocean of the former First’s eyes, Strife can almost convince himself that he knew this man.
From another time, another life.
When he used to be somebody else.
‘Please come back. I love you…’
A flash in the pan, as that memory quickly dissolves as soon as it manifested with the sweep of the other’s arm around his waist. The slip of Sephiroth’s hand against his skin was an entirely new - albeit not unwelcome - misery, his touch like a thousand needles forced beneath the flesh, scorching and leaving figurative marks enough to have him drag the air into his lungs with a vicious hiss between clenched teeth, to have him writhe and whine underneath the gravity of that pressure no matter how tender.
And yet, this touch… it felt different from before. A whole new agony, but familiar, comfortable, addictive, electric.
And he welcomed it with the subtle arch of his spine, if only to savour that white-hot spike of desire that touch elicited. Desire he should not want, even if the fact of the matter remained —
— that he did, needed it, more than he felt he’d needed anything in his entire life.
No longer a matter now whether his unlikely saviour was right or whether he was wrong, there was no fight left in him at this point, simply no room left for obstinance, not when this fresh pain felt so good, where the rush of fresh blood demanded release, and bones ricochet against their flesh cage, where the air tasted like ambrosia. Shame had no place here anymore, amidst the heady glow of the corals surrounding them, where the vulgar stench of sulphur had been replaced with the thick aroma of salt and the remnants of rotting sea life.
Too much, it was too much to bear, too much to finish on his own, to come through the other side and live to see another day with such shocking clarity as he’d once spied the ocean waves cresting beyond the fringes of the overpass. He needed to feel, to feel anything other than this, anything than the crippling torture ripping him apart from the inside.
Anything at all.
Run me through.
An arm rises from beneath the sail cloth, eyes a flutter with the expenditure of energy he was so certain he didn’t have to caress gently the ex-SOLDIER’s cheek - impossibly soft, so fresh, cool to the touch - while the other attempts to guide Sephiroth’s hand ever lower.
“Please…” A whisper, quaking and desperate.
Run me through.
“Please… it hurts so much. Help me.”
I can’t take any more.
“… I’m begging you… please…”
That was better.
Much better.
Cloud’s surrender into compliance was so pleasant, Sephiroth almost thought it came with a sound of its own. Something subtle but unmistakeable, like the click of a jigsaw piece falling into place under his finger. The picture he yearned to see was just a bit more clearer now.
Things could get better. Even in this place full of rot and anguish, there was hope. A spark of life that however weak, still shone in the darkest recesses of a soul that was clawing desperately to not return to the Lifestream. If he looked close enough, he could see it right there, in those small dark dots at the center of stained blue eyes.
“That’s more like it.” A small praise, but that he was sure would be appreciated with how he opposed no resistance then against the pressure of the blond’s hand over his, letting it lead him where he most desired, feeling that weak energy, wavering and desperate under his skin, for strength he’d lost.
Strength that he no doubt would regain one day. He’d never let that slip from his mind.
The quivering man who sat in his arms now could very well become his enemy once more the next day. Rather, he had every reason to, and yet…
That promise he’d made wouldn’t be broken. For Zack; for the woman he had brutally murdered without any remorse; for himself… He’d keep this small light shining for as long as it blinked in his sight.
If he’d came to regret it, he’d do so as a warrior, with sword in hand, before an opponent who actually stood a chance.
Not this miserable thing who cried for help or mercy at every turn.
What did it have to feel like, to be in this position just now? Though Sephiroth could perfectly recall the time and place where he too, on the cusp of despair and blood-curling horror had found relief in similar treatment, he couldn’t quite say it could be the same experience.
He hadn’t been addled by a near lethal dose of intoxicating mako addiction; alone after he’d lost everything; in the hands of his worst nightmare.
If he were to make a guess, it seemed simple enough.
Pure hatred. All-consuming, unadulterated scorn.
But then, what was that gentle touch against his cheek? Those vibrant blues that had once so strongly pierced through him with rage to the point they could almost draw blood, why did they look so different now? Even on the edge between maddening agony and soaring pleasure, they didn’t leave him. Behind that glossy veil of a near-broken spirit, there was peace, the likes of which felt so oddly familiar, in a strange way.
What did he see, right now?
Maybe the former infantryman was already half-way back into the realm of dreams, even as their gazes locked.
In that case, there was only one thing left to do. Take his hand, and lead him to the very end of that long corridor.
To the darkness preceding the next dawn.
#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth]#12A || You belong to me. [Cloud Strife]#04 || Four Seasons [Divergent Megaverse]#04t3 || Fall of Angels [Thread]#azuresteel#azure-steel#03F || Everything burns. [NSFW]
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You!
You've been nothing but a thorn in my side since day one!
But I am Fantoccio the Great and I'll not… ha!
Be outdone!
Welcome to Fantoccio's spectacular theatre in the pound!
Please excuse my thespian vernacular
When I say: thou ist going down!
I've had enough of you
So time to be my puppet on a string
I've had enough of you
Oh, dance, my little muppet plaything!
Hahaha hey, get back here!
Take that!
Ouch!
Haha missed me!
One step, two step, three step, four, haha!
Now!
The audience is thirsty for fun
Time to run
'Cause now your denouement has already begun!
That means you're done!
We could both be pirates on the sea
You'll swab the deck and play your part for me
Mops galore!
You'd better keep it clean!
Watch out now, my little friend, 'cause Sharkspeare's looking mean!
I've had enough of you
So time to be my puppet on a string
I've had enough of you
Oh, dance, my little muppet plaything!
Hahahaha!
Hey, get back here!
Ow! Romeo's Beard!
Ouch!
Ah! Shakespeare's Bonnet!
For the love of Hamlet!
A battle, like no other
Better move, 'cause here's another!
At least you'll get to see defeat in epic style!
The audience is primed, each attack right on time!
Seeing you entwined is so worthwhile!
But why stop there?
Add a lion, a bear
What's wrong my petite chère? Why don't you smile?
The final act is sure to be a theatrical plot twist worthy of a prize
Want a shot? You better be more tactical
Messin' with Fantoccio is never wise!
I've had enough of you
So won't you be my puppet on a string
I've had enough of you
Oh, dance, my little muppet plaything!
I'm up to here with you
So, why don't you finally face it?
Your fate is sealed!
And everything you do is what I say!
Starting now and everyday
You'll be my puppet, learn to love it
Every word I say, you'll covet!
Start-a-new, stuck like glue
Bid your former self adieu
'Cause I've had enough of you!
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Cloud Strife and Mental Illness | A Video Essay
#youtube#//well here you go#I felt I needed to exhaust some sadness and this video did it#have a watch if you're interested#it brings up a lot of elements that I feel are often overlooked#this is the cloud strife I learned to love\\#00A || The Doctor speaks [OOC]#12A || You belong to me. [Cloud Strife]
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"Is it really you?" From Cloud
Unprompted || Always Accepting!
That was a question he hadn’t heard for a hot minute, now.
A sarcastic thought that the man withheld from expressing in any form, save perhaps for the faintest lift of silver brows, breaking the preternatural apathetic frown that normally rested on his features.
And with said milder-than-usual frown did he look up from the half-consumed mug of coffee on his favorite table at the Recreational Facility on Floor 63, and at the young man in the Shinra Public Security Forces that had approached him on one of his rare moments of stand-by these days.
Something he couldn’t quite complain about, as self-imposed as it was. After all, the Director was still MIA, and while the order to take care of Lazard’s absence had come from the President’s board of Directors itself, it had been Sephiroth himself to make the tast twice as daunting by siding such a responsibility with his mind-numbing research on... whatever Genesis, Angeal and Professor Hollander were really up to.
“If you wish to see my ID, you can simply ask for that. I am not exempt.” Someone close enough in his circle would easily recognize the hint of amusement behind the ordinarily monotone timber of his voice.
For the newcomer, however, he’d hint that with a follow-up question.
“Am I in some kind of trouble... officer?”
#01B || This goes on your permanent record. [IC: Sephiroth]#12A || You belong to me. [Cloud Strife]#krvla#06B || There's your answer. [Asked & Answered]#02C || εγλ 0000/0002 [Canon Verse: Crisis Core]
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