[ embrace ] for your muse to pull my muse into a tight embrace . / bonus idea: can it be in my rebirth au pretty please bc that will give me the sadness and grief i need to experience. seeing her die and then again in the church, after mourning the loss of someone important to the world and the group. oof.
CLOUD.
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static, hungry for every budding thought that ‘ttempts to break through mind’s soil----- cracked, dry.
parched.
should’ve expected this. of course she’d be here.
right here, radiant, & cloud is breaking.
rooted deep into our being- horror -‘til vines keep hostage every breath, form an anchor to the world that rots & withers depending on the moment. dust motes slide through the air with an ease envied. some land on her, perhaps--? & panic jolts through limbs-- gotta stop them!
gotta keep them from breaking the lie!
most of our hallucinations aren’t nearly as lovely.ah, though- that remains to be seen. she is a hallucination, after all, & cloud’s mind is least its friend.
“ ... ”
no point in speaking to it ( fingers splayed twitch toward her ) there is no point ( stumbling into step stp tp--- )
“ aerith--? ” there’s not enough breath for volume. her, stuck like a burr in the throat / she, brilliant & lovely & so fucking alive-- is this a cruelty? or is it the sweetest kindness, to be lured by our own delusions into -
( a happiness )
they’re not always tangible. this time, she is. shoulders, slender, so so familiar. sacrilege, this touch. but there are arms around him / scent in the nose -- ah.
“ ---aerith- ”
fake, unfair / he’s got his nose buried in curls brown / it shouldn’t be so familiar, the heady drug of a living pulse / arms ‘round him, tight---
sacrilege, but he’s always been into being wrong.
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