#cetrafleuris

[infusedbluesaarchive-blog]

   quickly, he side steps the brunet & covers his mouth with his gloved hand. despite his cold, he has pulled himself out of bed to see her. an apologetic smile pulls at his lips as he peeks up at her from his gloved hand. “Guess hero’s get sick too.”

@cetrafleuris

[phylxrchus-archive]

I think your portrayal is great! You put a lot of passion and feeling into the way you write noct and your threads and ask answers always lovely to read!

I try to bring that depth of emotion and imagery into my writing. To read this establishes the belief that I am doing everything I can as a writer. I only seek to be better, but reading this gives me the motivation I need to continue. Thank you.

[twinglaives-blog]

@cetrafleuris  liked  for  a  starter.

                          ❛   YOU  WHO  depend  upon  the  light. . .   ❜      wings  shuffle  against  a  scarred  and  broken  back,  green  eyes  gleaming  through  the  rustling  aura  that  surrounded  the  glorious  nighthold.       ❛   what  do  you  hope  to  accomplish  with  such  meager  magicks,  against  the  terror  of  the  BURNING  LEGION’S  might?   ❜

[adventhero-blog1]

Falls asleep with her head on his shoulder

soft || @cetrafleuris

    lips purse & posture stiffens upon a subtle weight meeting his shoulder. he needn’t turn his head so as to reveal the culprit, what with aerith having been sat beside him for some time now. even so, cloud finds that he doesn’t particularly mind. gloved fingers twitch, then awkwardly clasp together – ; fumble – momentarily, before settling atop his lap. bright eyes waver – & gaze falls upon scuffed boots, fixating there ; avoidantly.

    lips part with every intent to speak up ( – & wake her ) but instead meet silence. in some peculiar way, he feels wrong. unworthy ; as though he may not deserve the entirely foreign sense of comfort brought about by another’s ( soft ) warmth. briefly, cloud considers whether or not to shake her.  “ … hey. ”  he tries, albeit with rather lacklustre enthusiasm. nervous & tired, he huffs a small sigh from his nostrils. it could be worse.