#ecflorui

[cloudedblades]

Mourn Me (have fun)

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

(why this)

It wasn’t the first time Cloud had seen Aerith die. That just made it a thousand times harder.

Cloud tried to focus on the more positive things instead. First and foremost, that she wasn’t going to stay dead. Nobody in hive City stayed dead forever. She’d be back soon, probably by tomorrow. She wasn’t gone, just… and besides, since he’d been through her first death, shouldn’t he already know how to get over losing her?

It didn’t really help.

This was twice that Aerith had died. Twice that he’d failed to save her life. Yes, she’d be back, and so what? He’d screwed up again. He hadn’t saved her, again. 

What the hell was the point of him if he couldn’t even save his closest friends?

[forgests-blog]

♢

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy

♢ ;; forehead or cheek kisses

“--And not to mention they totally ruined my ship. Again. None of these guys have any consideration for craftsmanship, I tell you!”

It didn’t take very much for Leo to find the company of the older woman, despite her occasional scoldings or criticisms, to be not that bad. Not when she was willing to listen, and seemed to be fascinated by the mechanical or otherwise things he put together.

While not giving rather explicit details, he wasn’t against sharing a few tales of the creatures he’d run into and his most favored piece of work. The Argo II was his pride and joy, after all, and he’d take the opportunities to brag about it when he could. Besides, it was totally cool. How could she not want to hear about it and all the functions it had, including the awesome wii-mote controls?

Although it sounded less cool when she had no idea what a wii was....

Nevertheless, he had quite a bit to part with, and he didn’t really register the amused smile on her face until the very moment she was leaning in to press a soft, motherly kiss to his cheek which slams a cog in the machine of his flowing words and freezes him in place (no pun intended, thank you very much). 

While Aerith’s assuring him it all sounds very interesting, Leo’s busy turning the color of a beetroot.

[forgests-blog]

ecflorui

It was a complete and total accident. Absolutely. It’s not his fault the walking magical hunk of wood still had it’s attached holographic mini-Hedge, screaming things in the nostalgic gruff voice of everyone’s favorite satyr. It tended to scream out it’s programmed phrases every once in a while, and this was no exception.

He’d just been standing there (NOT lost, thank you, he completely knew where he was going), and then all of a sudden, right beside some unsuspecting person, the flickering image on the tiny table had boomed out something unexpected.

PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!

With a surprised yelp, Leo quickly dragged Buford to his side, scratching black curls with a nervous laugh. 

“Ahaha...whoops!

Sorry about that, he’s pretty shaky’n stuff. Not like he shouldn’t be, since we are kinda kidnapped by psycho scientists and all. Would make even a table jumpy, am I right, or am I right?”