#denzelxstrife

[rufusofshinra]

@denzelxstrife | X

“No, it’s not a cure. It’s a treatment of symptoms, if it gets worse.”

Not that Rufus would expect a simple child to exactly know the difference between the two. Besides, the boy looked like he was troubled by other things than learning definitions - or getting any education at all.

He was sick. And looked a bit thinner than he should be. The Geostigma had not taken kindly to him, marking him right on the face. Rufus could easily hide his own marks beneath bandages and long sleeves. The wispy hair in the boy’s face didn’t do him much favour. And a bandage around the head was barely any better.

Looking up, Rufus glanced around, but there didn’t seem to be any concerned parent around - who would let their sick child wander the streets anyway, if they got a choice?

“You’re alone out here?”

Rufus had just wanted to see Edge with his own eyes for the first time after his health had improved, leaving Healen Lodge. The Turks were around, running different errands and missions, but he had insisted on being alone for a while. Pulled a white hood over his head and most people were too busy with themselves anyway that they would notice and recognize his face. It gave him a chance to experience Edge without people avoiding him. Or trying to kill him. Most still blamed Shinra - and in part they were right. Shinra’s actions had set a lot of today’s suffering in motion. Even if it had been decades ago and no one had ever imagined harvesting a few cells could one day become a plague after a war. One that inflicted kids like this, who had been given no chance.

Hesitating for a moment, Rufus pulled a small flask from his coat, holding it towards the boy. It was one of the vials filled with the diluted stimulant Kilmister produced from their resources - Rufus had made it a habit to carry at least three of them on himself at all times. Luckily he hadn’t needed any of that emergency supply for now. And he strictly hoped it would stay that way.

“You should take to wearing a cap, anything on your head to cover it. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, but people will treat you the way they see you.”

[drivenchaos]

@denzelxstrife | vincent & denzel

the young one seemed to be suffering, though he often keeps his pain to himself -- as if not to trouble others. it is similar to the way vincent once saw the world, pain kept to his own retreating shadow, for himself to bear (and him alone). but in many ways, that selfless devotion for silence often leads to poisoning of the mind and body, so much that the pain will unfurl in countless other ways -- and, perhaps, one of those ways might be hurting those who you care for the most. he thinks of this as he approaches denzel, settling quietly into the swing beside him. his body is much too long and lanky for the tiny thing, so he appears rather awkward as he tries to hold onto the rusted chains. as silly as he may look, he can only hope his presence offers some form of comfort.

“ do you think this is for the best? for yourself ... and those around you.”

[shotgunxturk]

“ it ain’t far. come on.”

Red Dead Redemption 2:

This city was an echo of Midgar, and she meant that in a good way. It clung to the easter edge of the bigger city and slowly built itself from the shattered remnants. Edge would be better than Midgrar had ever been.

Staring up at the monument in the centre of the city, Freya felt a mix of sadness and regret. She had left the Turk becuase Shinra was evil to its core ... but this new city proved that Midgar hadn't been. Good people had lived there and were trying to piece their lives back together.

It had been too naive to think she could just disappear and live a nice perfect little life when her hands had been as red as anyone else in that company. And the first step towards realising that was to find that blonde kid she had seen at Nibelheim. She shoud have done more back then.

Spotting a group of kids, Freya offered a smile. "Hi, I'm new around here and I need to get to the guy who does deliveries?"

A few of the kids pointed towards a street labelled '7th Street' and one boy with brown hair gestured for her to follow. "It ain't far. Come on." before leading the way.

"Thanks kid, you can just point the way if you like and stay with your friends?"

@denzelxstrife

[kunselxsoldier]

’ you’re not very tall, are you? ’

The Big Sleep:

He didn’t hate any aspect about his job, but Kunsel did find some tasks a bit monotonous. And one of the boring tasks was being stationed on sentry duty close to the training arena. He had to wonder if it really was sentry-duty or if it was more a caution to have a SOLDIER close by in case Roche decided to run riot with security grunts again.

That guy was a loose cannon really.

‘you’re not very tall, are you?’ The small voice made Kunsel blink and he turned to see a kid watching him from the corner of the wall, leading away to the residential zone of the upper plate. “... maybe I’m not finished growing yet.”

 Kunsel smirked and took off his helmet to be less intimidating to the kid. The brown-haired boy looked vaguely familiar and he couldn’t place the recognition. “What’s your name? Can I help you with anything?”

[devilreno]

@denzelxstrife​ asked: ❛  get  the  fuck  away  from  me  !  ❜ // From here.

       The moment he walks into the bar he could feel the rattling of the chairs which leads to the back of the bar counter. Someone has really dashed as quickly as possible to hide. There is no one else in the bar which is oddly unusual. It should be closed but it’s not.

       Before he could even take a step forward, he could hear a voice in the back, exactly where he saw the boy run off to.

       “Hey, that’s not nice! Can’t a guy just come and have a drink ‘round ‘ere?”

       Things like those he would take lightly, however, with how time has passed he’s beginning to reflect himself in those words years ago. Something like that someone would tell him back then and he would care less. Hands stained with blood and looks to kill. His personality much like a monster on the loose to take down a target. A loyal dog to the President even to this day.

       However… there’s a whole difference in the reflection now. His facial features are much softer albeit he’s frowning now.

        “I won’t hurt ya. Don’t got a reason to. I’m just ‘ere to see Tifa.”

[meteorshot]

@denzelxstrife​

Having kids had never really felt like something that was in the cards for him.  Being young and brash, Cloud Strife had been focused solely on charging towards his dreams, on making a name for himself, on being somebody worthy of attention. He’d spent every day training, every moment striving towards a goal that he’d come to find was beyond his reach.

He imagined a life of glory. One where every day was a new challenge, a new way to prove himself, and certainly that was the life he was leading now - only the challenges were smaller, more personal. Remembering deadlines and buying school supplies, trying to set a good example and learning to cook cutesy breakfasts for growing kids.

Turns out, he’s not so great at that last one. What a sad looking pancake.

“Well,” he says by way of an apologetic explanation, setting the plate down and dropping the syrup beside it. “... I’ll just start on the bacon and eggs.”

At least he can’t screw that up.