[ avalanchesangel, someone on the dash of my other rp blog uses Mackenzie Foy as an FC, and every time i see it, all i can think about is marlene. XD]

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[ avalanchesangel, someone on the dash of my other rp blog uses Mackenzie Foy as an FC, and every time i see it, all i can think about is marlene. XD]
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Your muse putting out cookies and milk for Santa
Cloud couldn't help but smile as Marlene arranged the plate of warm cookies and the glass of milk out on the end-table closest to the Christmas tree. He'd done the same thing himself as a child, and it warmed his heart to see that the magic of the holiday was still alive and well with this beautiful little girl, especially after all they'd been through recently. "Come on, Marlene," he said, holding out his hand. "Time for bed."
And if he and Tifa were planning on eating a few of the cookies and drinking the milk to surprise her in the morning, well, who was going to blame them for wanting to see the grin that would surely engulf Marlene's face?
Lived long enough to become the villain
It had been so long. So long since he had come back and the world he had come to was one plagued with the problems of his past. But now he had been trying to fix it. To make it all better. It was bitter tears that fell on his gloved hands as his hair had started to fade and the wing had returned. With were the thoughts, the calling for a mother that he knew wasn't his, the anger and rage that it had brought about. The isolation. He turned to the woman as she walked in, the white wing jutting from his back one more and tears of anger and confusion streaming down his face. It was the same island, the same story, and he knew now he was never going to escape it as he grabbed the long sword that leaned against the wall. "Run... please." There was just a bit of him left and it was screaming at him to stop.
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our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years
He was walking down the street, trying to get his new phone to call Tifa without much success, when he ran smack into another person. Cursing his inattention, he shoved the phone in his pocket and reached for the young lady to make sure she was okay.
"I'm so sorry," he said, and he would have said more, but he realized that the girl looked familiar. He stared at her for a few seconds before he realized who she was. "Marlene?"
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a forehead kiss from my muse
"Good night, Marlene," he whispers. He leans down and presses a kiss to the little girls forehead, covering her up with the blanket her father had given her the last time he'd visited.
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your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone
[Name: Marlene
Ringtone: the generic one, Cloud is a total doofus who doesn’t have personalized ringtones for people.
Icon: just a picture of her smiling probably.]
"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"
He tries not to laugh at the serious look on her face, and he mostly succeeds. She's bandaging up a cut on his finger, treating it as if it's a major operation, but he can't help but be glad that Tifa's mothering streak has rubbed off on her.
He nods his head solemnly. "I'm sorry, Marlene. I'll be more careful next time I work on Fenrir, I promise."
"Is that blood behind your ear?"
"No," he answers, but it's too quickly. He brings his hand up and rubs behind his ear, and when his fingertips come back stained red, he frowns. "Marlene, you know where I keep my materia, right?"