"The ghost you were chasing...it was inside you all along. Though I'll be damned if I know what that means."
𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊. An independent, low-activity writing blog for Final Fantasy XVI's Clive Rosfield. Stoked by Leon, 26, GMT, he/him.
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"The ghost you were chasing...it was inside you all along. Though I'll be damned if I know what that means."
𝕭𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊. An independent, low-activity writing blog for Final Fantasy XVI's Clive Rosfield. Stoked by Leon, 26, GMT, he/him.
carrd.
Clive will be moving to @avalior ! With my job, I don't have the free time to maintain two blogs, but any owed threads and plots will be continued over there.
More times than I can bloody count, a voice in the back of his mind says, but he's too stubborn to ever open up about all the shadows that dog his steps. Instead, he asks, "Why're you asking me this all of a sudden?"
Something close to embarrassment shuffled along the edge of the once-soldier's gaze, a shadow to knit close the brow, set taut the muscles of the jaw. Clive had intended his query as an olive branch, of sorts, a stepping stone that he might know Cid as more than the course-mouthed relative stranger he had positioned himself to be, yet he had not foreseen that Cid would be as unwilling to share as he might be, faced with the same question.
"No reason," came the tactical lie, the proverbial hand to wave away any further curiosity. "I can't say I've ever known you to sleep." Though surely he must, it seemed an odd thought that Cid might ever be at rest, that he might ever stop.
grief & anger & grief & anger & then regret & further grief & somewhere between it all, me
Clive’s promising career is to end in tragedy at the hands of a mysterious dark Eikon, Ifrit, setting him on a dangerous road to revenge.
"Who would have sons, knowing all the orphans they would soon deliver?"
@madrites | straight and arrow.
not writing anyone linked to the construction of the enterprise or the einherjar but still having Things To Say about it be like
"Have you ever died in a nightmare? Woke up surprised you hadn't earned your fate?
@levinstrike | laplace's angel (hurt people? hurt people!)
"It's easy to find what's wrong, but it's harder to know what's right."
@eikonshiva | dance with the devil.
Something of a wry smile pulled at Clive's lips, a touch of gallows humour held as peace offering and brotherly jape alike. "I fear we've become something of the walking dead."
@carrotsaversion | zombified.
"You've been at it for too long, Denzel. Take a rest."
@wolfrings | critical acclaim.
"When we forget the infection, will we remember the lesson?"
@oadventurescall / dion | parasite eve
"I know I shouldn't have kept you waiting, but I'm here now."
@phoenix-flamed | break the ice.
Tension seized with harsh hands upon the line of his jaw, pulled taut the muscle of his shoulders and set his hands to clench. Though he must surely imagine it, the breath of the beast felt hot at his neck, the memory of magma beneath his skin, lancing like a network of hate-filled veins, flesh turned to plate and stone, the tremulous cries of the Phoenix beneath its fists a storm of remembered and reviled sensation; try as he might to shoulder such grievous memories aside, to cast them back into the shade that they tormented him no longer in the day, still they surged back, pressing and insistent, with the voice of a demon behind them.
"All of these thoughts running through my head...my arm on fire, veins burning red...this demon inside has a hold of me, clenching its power and trying to break free."
@glacierites | devil trigger.
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