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“New Beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.”
Lao Tzu Tao Te Ching (via wizardqueenevelyn)
solace;
"—Alive?" the brunette finished softly as she was tugged into the ex-SOLDIER’S strong grasp. Gently, Aerith’s arms wound themselves around Cloud’s back, hugging him tightly as she let out a contented sigh. There’s so much she wants to say to him, so much she wants to share with him, just so many things that she wants him to know. But alas, she was at a loss for words and their relationship, especially at this point, was a fragile thing. Such a fragile friendship. How had he held on for so long? Why didn’t he just forget her and move on? So many things that….Aerith wished she knew.
She let go of the man as she pulled away slightly. Smiling. Aerith gave a slight nod. "Of course I did," she said quietly, letting out another soft sigh. "You know, I…I really missed you, Cloud."
✚;
"I… missed you too, Aerith."
His voice comes out a soft murmur and he doesn’t want to let her go. Not ever again. The last time he’d held her… she was dead. Her blood stained his clothing and his heart and no amount of tears could wash it away. No amount of living.
It isn’t what he wants to say. He can’t find the right words despite searching for them — words always fail him.
Even if he loves her…. even if he’s truly deeply in love with her he can’t allow himself to show it yet. She never got to truly meet him. Never got to see what he was like underneath all the experimentation and heartache. Sadness was the price to see everything end.
And now it’s as if that’s being lifted from him. And he lets it go just as he unwillingly and hesitantly withdraws his embrace to look down at her. He raises a hand to brush against her cheek, peering into her face ever-curiously, searching her eyes and heart.
"You’re… staying?" he asks softly, "For good?"
—Aerith took a deep breath, basking in the mixed scents of her beloved friend and the musk of the church. It seemed like ages since the two had spoke in the flesh, as human being to human being. Despite constantly saying that she could handle herself, she did miss Cloud’s company and protection. Having him as a bodyguard was great, but having him as a friend meant even more to her.
There was so much she wanted to say; so much she needed to say. But, she knew that she had to keep most of it in, as this moment was fragile- and so were their hearts. The Cetra held many feelings for the ex-SOLDIER, some of which were very strong. Oh, how she wanted to spill everything out, word for word, but she kept it all in. Well, for a little longer, at least.
As his embrace around her loosened, she backed up slowly. Gazing into the light cerulean pools, Aerith smiled. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink as Cloud’s hand brushed up against her cheek. "Yes, I’m staying," she asked, giving him a small smile. "For good."
It’s good to be home.
He felt relief wash over him like rain and he watches her, reluctant to let his touch leave her, worried she's just a phantom of his desires and nothing more. He wants to give her everything he never could before -- let her truly meet 'him' and see him for who he really is. Not a jumbled mess of memories leftover from experimentation and guilt.
He feels lighter just looking at her. She hasn't changed at all.
Neither has he -- which he supposes is for the best. Whatever comes out of this reunion he'll cherish, friends or lovers, that doesn't matter to him. He knows he'll be happy just existing by her side.
Words don't do him any good and he's not one for confessions. His eyes are filled with a gentle expression, one that's trying to convey just how happy he is she's here and that she's finally staying.
"I'm... glad." he manages, "Everyone will be really happy to see you."
You don't... know me well enough yet for me to tell you how I really feel... right? And if you did know... would you even accept it? No, I can't be selfish right now. It isn't as though you belong to me... you're precious to everyone.
A shadow passes behind his eyes. Could he live with that... if she picked someone else over him? After a moment he decides 'yes' and that he truly is content just sharing whatever part of her life she gives him. She's not like other people, warm like nostalgic childhood memories and gentle as spring, she's hope and sunlight. He's just the monochrome hero the planet picked out last minute to save it. Gaia could have done better than him. Aerith can too.
"We should get moving... you'll want to see the others, right?"
Second Chance || The Planet's Reward
He can imagine Zack’s confusion… being in a situation where his memories are nonexistent or scattered, something nags at you in the back of your mind but it’s just out of reach. Too many times everything had slipped past his own fingertips in the dark and now…
"Yeah… I was there."
There’s a long pause before he speaks next. He’s thinking, weighing options in his mind, trying to think of how to word things without giving anything away that could potentially damage his chances for remembering who he is.
"Well… I didn’t bring you in. You were found outside of Edge… the city we’re in. Someone I work for called me here… I’m guessing one of his grunts brought you here because they found you unconscious. But I’m willing to take responsibility for you. So… as soon as you’re released, you can come with me."
He owes him his life, doesn’t he? so this is the very least he can do. He’ll vouch for Zack, though, because this man is the last one they should ever worry about being a threat.
He doesn’t like seeing his optimism dimmed.
"I don’t really know when that will be, though…"
Zack was silent as he listened, saying nothing for the longest time. He wasn’t sure what to say to the blonde at first. His eyebrows furrowed in even more confusion as he bit his lip. Zack thought hard about the brief information the other had given him. The man was with him when he was injured, and then what? Left him there? No, maybe he had gotten hurt too, went for help and.. Gah! It was too much to think about right now. The raven dismissed his thoughts and attempted a smile. Albeit a small one, it was still a smile nonetheless. “That’d… Be nice. I feel kind of uneasy here, and the food is just awful.” Almost immediately after the words left his mouth, guilt etched it’s way onto his features He had just insulted the people that found and were taking care of him. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said that. I should be thankful for being so well taken care of. And I am.. I’m just.. Agreeing to the change of scenery. You’re really kind, um…” He fell silent for a moment, another thought coming to him. He didn’t even know the other man’s name! "Ah, I feel awful.. I didn’t even catch your name."
✚;
"Cloud. My name is Cloud Strife."
He lets out a sigh, settling against the wall with a half smile.
"Yeah, the food here is pretty bad... that's why I never eat it, even when I'm on the job," He doesn't let onto his rank, technically, he's a general, which is something that he feels doesn't suit him, "Don't worry... I'll see if they'll make an exception for you. I'm waiting on the call."
He reaches down to bring out his PHS and check his texts, flipping it open and furrowing his brows. Reeve hasn't said anything yet. That's worrisome. But he doesn't let on what's wrong and he just looks at him with a gentler look.
"Just to... clear the air... I didn't abandon you when you were injured. You... died that day several years ago," There's an awkward pause, "I've been in the lifestream too -- it can mess with your memories. Sometimes it can take them away or make you question if they're even real. You'll probably remember eventually, though. I did. I... wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for you."
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solace;
She seems so alive. So real. More than a specter of his broken past… and it’s true of her to think that. But even her slightest touches could be sharp reminders of what he’s lost. Memories are engraved like dreams, far-off and more surreal than they are anything else.
"You…" he starts softly, there’s shock settled in between his lungs, pressing in on his heart, "You’re…"
Is this the start of another nightmare? A gloved hand reaches out hesitantly, expression a mixture of confusion, disbelief and curiosity as he brings it to her shoulder (testing to see if she’s really there, if he’s grasping at air, or something like a ghost).
But she’s solid, filled with warmth and as if out of instinct — he moves to pull her into a gentle hug, if she’s willing. There’s so much. Too much. So many things he wants to tell her, wants to say, wants her to know — where does he begin? He’s terrible with words.
"You came back."
"—Alive?" the brunette finished softly as she was tugged into the ex-SOLDIER’S strong grasp. Gently, Aerith’s arms wound themselves around Cloud’s back, hugging him tightly as she let out a contented sigh. There’s so much she wants to say to him, so much she wants to share with him, just so many things that she wants him to know. But alas, she was at a loss for words and their relationship, especially at this point, was a fragile thing. Such a fragile friendship. How had he held on for so long? Why didn’t he just forget her and move on? So many things that….Aerith wished she knew.
She let go of the man as she pulled away slightly. Smiling. Aerith gave a slight nod. "Of course I did," she said quietly, letting out another soft sigh. "You know, I…I really missed you, Cloud."
✚;
"I... missed you too, Aerith."
His voice comes out a soft murmur and he doesn't want to let her go. Not ever again. The last time he'd held her... she was dead. Her blood stained his clothing and his heart and no amount of tears could wash it away. No amount of living.
It isn't what he wants to say. He can't find the right words despite searching for them -- words always fail him.
Even if he loves her.... even if he's truly deeply in love with her he can't allow himself to show it yet. She never got to truly meet him. Never got to see what he was like underneath all the experimentation and heartache. Sadness was the price to see everything end.
And now it's as if that's being lifted from him. And he lets it go just as he unwillingly and hesitantly withdraws his embrace to look down at her. He raises a hand to brush against her cheek, peering into her face ever-curiously, searching her eyes and heart.
"You're... staying?" he asks softly, "For good?"
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