And we fly… into outer space. I float away, but you’re my gravity.
And we die to love another day. We rise again, and lose our gravity.
The music surrounds the blond as she lets out a low groan of exertion, her arms quivering from the weight of the wooden box in her hands. Even if she was only been able to salvage a single truckload of things from the wreckage of her workshop in ShinRa HQ, being the only one to move them up the stairs and into the interior of a house that she hasn’t seen in almost twenty years… well, the mental exertion of keeping the memories at bay has sapped her physical energy in a way she isn’t remotely prepared to compensate for. There’s still a dozen crates in the back of that pick-up, a thought that very nearly has her cursing aloud before she shakes her head and adjusts her grip. She’s not going to get this done having a mental bitchfest, after a–
“Hey, need some help there blondie?”
The sound of that voice has all of the joints in her fingers seemingly turn into water, that box falling to land in a jangle of metal–and just barely not smashing her toes, though it most certainly is a close call. Muttering curses to herself, the blond can’t help but frown, the expression more than a little nervous about its edges since she recognizes just who that voice belongs to. Really, it’s no surprise that he can’t place who she is from behind… not when her hair’s in a braid and she’s wearing old jeans and a t-shirt instead of anything made of red silk. She knows she can’t stand there forever, so after swallowing hard? She turns around, speaking as she does.
“…depends on what kind of help you’re offering, Cid.”
Cid had come back to Rocket Town for a few reasons. Besides his house bein’ here, his crew - the men and women who had been part of the original rocket launch - were still here. Some had moved out to Edge as they had a pretty good hand on building and rebuilding from the ashes ShinRa liked to leave in their wake, but Cid had grown pretty damn fond of the place. It was a lonely damn sight without the rocket on the horizon though.
He didn’t expect to see people movin’ out here though. The blonde had caught his attention for more than a few reasons, none he was going to admit, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt to offer some help. He’d just finished a smoke and was feeling pretty good. It was only a few steps before he was near her, though the closer he got the more something felt off. Shrugging it off, Cid asked if she needed any help. The box in her hands dropped, but was surprised him more was her voice.
“…depends on what kind of help you’re offering, Cid.”
Scarlet turned as she spoke, his name dripping off her tongue.
How in the fucking hell!? “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me! How in the goddamn hell are you here!?” If she had survived, had others of ShinRa?
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