soldier of fortune.

ind. cloud strife | written by nico.

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Peeks head from around the corner.

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     Guilt hit soon after disappointment. Another had lost their life, an his first thought wasn’t the empathetic sorrow it should have been. Obviously this man knew her, and he’d had to be reminded of the death of an ally on a stranger’s account. Although it didn’t make sense…

“I…but the stigma was cured more recently than that…wasn’t it? A-are there notes somewhere?”

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    “Not that I know of. I doubt there is, though. She wouldn’t have had the time to make notes. But you’re right. The stigma’s cured,” The idea of notes never truly hit him until now. The thought of it seemed rather impossible, especially because of her untimely demise. He had been with her since day 1 of the adventure, and not once had he seen her make notes of anything, much less foresee the entirety of Geostigma even existing. If anything, any “notes” were taken to the grave, and resided in the Lifestream with her.

    “I can’t help you if you’re looking for a mentor. Magic isn’t my forte... Sorry.”

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    “Uh... Mm...” Even he remained at a loss of words, covering what he could of his erection by placing both hands over it. Outside of her childish course of action, it felt peculiar having someone else play around his privates. In return of her looking to him, he had managed to catch the smallest of glimpses upon her fuzz. He’d say it was cute, but that’d have been odd to just say, much less think. Then again, most of her was attractive in his eyes. Perhaps he was simply biased towards her, but that came to nobody’s surprise.

    Every passing second was leading him to grow more restless within the situation, the heat of his body injecting the thought of growing active in action, unable to linger within the same spot forever. The two were both exposed down to the bare skin they wore over their bones, aroused to the nth degree, but like children, unable to act upon it. Who could truly blame him, though? Cloud was only nervous because he lacked experience, paired up with the woman he once saw as a frail flower, he was afraid he’d hurt her without intention of doing so. The thought of that was almost enough to have him turn away, but running away was nothing too favorable. A silence of their breathing soon came to an end, once he had been forced to once again take initiative, hands gently grasping at the other’s to bring them towards him. The rest of her followed, for he had cautiously brought her over to him, raising her so that she was to sit upon his lap once again.

    Only this time, clothing didn’t exist as a barrier. The moment of truth was finally coming... A family was to be crafted soon, and that meant sealing the deal eventually. Oh dear... He could feel the imaginary sweat trickling down the sides of his face. “...Yonah... I’ll... Take care of you. I promise...”

    A kiss was placed on her fair lips, another on each cheek, and lastly on the tip of her cute button nose. Promises were not a thing to toy with. Once he made one, he’d do his best to keep it, even if it meant losing an arm and a leg. “Do you trust me, Yonah?”

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I’ll be the roundabout The words will make you out ‘n’ out I spend the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley The music dance and sing They make the children really ring I spend the day your way Call it morning driving thru the sound and in and out the valley

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                                                  I used to depend on  him so strongly                                                   Man   guided     by     sentient   tome                                                   In my childhood I sought after a hero                                                   So      a       hero       I’ve      become

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which member of your otp says “no” right after the other takes a deep breath

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woooooow its almost like your fucking LAAAMMMEEEEEEEE

Fucking fight me you old bat

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    In response to her seemingly hasty movements, it was cleared she had some trouble from where the two had themselves positioned. Watching her struggle was humorous, but for the sake of relieving a bit of tension, he aided her in her quest for this “hidden treasure” of his. There hadn’t been a true warning to give, but he figured she would understand the removal of her bottom in his lap for an easier time. The fingers that had the pleasure of playing around with her lower body wiped themselves on the sheet of the bed, an unconscious move of his. Both hands firmly gripped the thighs of the woman just right for him to obtain a grip, lifting her up slightly before placing her in front of him, reaching down to assist in her task at hand.

    With almost no breaks in between the moving, Yonah’s hands continued in the removal of his undergarments from his hips — Such eagerness came to the revealing of his stiff, and clearly aching, cock. Its size was neither gargantuan nor minuscule — A bit in between. Eight or so inches... That’s normal, right? He hadn’t the time nor care to measure it... Yonah may have not known the difference between every man’s penis, but unlike the majority, Cloud still had his foreskin intact. It was always a bit of an odd quirk of his, and it only took him until recently to decide that it was nothing to get fussy over. Still, he had held himself in place as he watched it fling out from beneath his underwear in an almost humorous manner, watching it rock back and forth momentarily before his attention wavered elsewhere.

    Where his hands had been placed, they rose up and traveled to her waist, both index and middle fingers of each hand slithered into the waistline of her panties, hooking inward toward his palms. Like Yonah, his breath was being held, pulling the remaining clothes away from her body. Really, what did Yonah’s lower parts look like? What was he to be greeted with, in both reaction and sight? Preferably, he didn’t want her freaking out and smacking him with a pillow or something else. Anything but—

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i'm proud you, baby boy qvq /smooches lots

Oh, thank you mom…

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    Soft cries sounded forward from her vocal chords, the twisting of her body seemingly making it as though she in pain. Had he done something wrong, touch her oddly? Had her body not directed itself towards the mandibles that laid upon her, he may have retreated in fright. Quickly did his fingers begin to grow wetter and swelter, and that was simply from her body reacting as it should have. A song of pleasure was actually quite erotic, coming from a woman who most would have automatically thought as a pure maiden. Well, not anymore.

    While not as sensitive as the woman, the mutual touching was enough to prompt his own subtle reactions. In comparison to her mewling, he greeted the other with soft, yet tremulous breaths, and even sustaining his breath inside in his throat, afraid something more would leave him mouth. A woman’s touch was much more stimulating than his own hand, and for it to be Yonah’s polished hands to fondle at him was a nice change of pace. The grip she bore was clearly awkward at best, but he wouldn’t react in an angry manner as most others would. There’s always beginners for things.

    The sensation of her palm was almost cooler than the rest of her he was touching, and with her hold upon his girth, he was only now realizing just how blistering hot he was. Like him, she too was beginning to grow rather frisky, patting around down under until she slowly skimmed over his scrotum, a seemingly shocked reaction from its silky texture. Had she not made the comment of wonder just now, he surely would continued playing with her body as he saw fit. Even as adults, the two them were like children at heart, unsure what was what or what made what.

    “That’s... Uh... My scrotum...” It didn’t roll off the tongue as he had hoped. Referring to the genitalia was always an odd thing to do, as mature as he was. A free hand latched upon the wrist that held the hand that committed the act, he himself halting anything he had been doing with his own fingers and looking to her, “I... Here. Let’s... Get your clothes off. And mine too...”

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                                              Lead me to where you are.

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What scars does Cloud have?

Cloud has many scars on his body. Most of his scars exist on his upper body, being his torso and his arms. All of them are products of fights Cloud has had with Sephiroth, and given the caliber of his skills, they don’t seem to be showing signs of healing. Listing them in chronological order, Cloud’s first two scars reside on his torso and back, beneath his xiphoid process, which came to be during Cloud’s involvement in the Nibelheim incident after being impaled by Sephiroth. Once more is he stabbed through the same spot during the final fight with Sephiroth, during the events of the Geostigma crisis in the remnants of Midgar. Twice is he stabbed through the same spot, leaving a rather ugly looking scar that has no definite shape.

Other scars do exist on his body, and are as follows:

Left arm: Bicep, shoulder, forearm, both the palm and the backside of his left hand.

Right arm: Cubital fossa, forearm, bicep, shoulder.

Right leg: Between his big toe and index toe.

While said scars may not be visible to the point they are seen from a mile away, they are still visible upon getting close enough to his body. If one were to question other wounds and as to why they do not have scars where they were, it is due to the fact the wounds were not deep or severe enough to leave scars in their place, such as his left cheek. 

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