#hercbled

[mewbell-moved]

                                                    @hercbled​

        SHE    TRUSTS    YOU    SO    I    TRUST    YOU    .    ❞    voice    was    as    stern    as    she    could    make    it    but    that    cute    girlish    pouting    tone    was    still    there    .    she    was    childish    no    matter    how    old    she    ended    up    getting    .    she    figured    she’d    still    act    like    this    into    her    wrinkled    and    greying    years    .    arms    are    crossed    over    chest    ,    ears    tilted    back    slightly    as    tail    swished    behind    her    ---    bell    ringing    with    the    movement    .

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delirious , he is . cloud does not have any sort of SENSE to his ramblings & mumbling . thoughts are mixed & jumbled . there is absolutely ZERO awareness to his surroundings as well . barely functionable : that is what he is in his current state . how he’s even conscious to begin with right now is still left to be answered . well , perhaps it is because he’s not actually fully alert . he’s awake , sure , but he is DEFINITELY not completely here . or there . or really anywhere .  

time is a concept that he is unable to UNDERSTAND right now . ah , but he is also incapable of grasping ANY sort of direction either . where were they ? he doesn’t remember . zack said something about midgar . but , what is  midgar again ? he is unsure . he doesn’t know . cloud DOESN’T remember ! is it a person ? or is it a place ?

thoughts flash before him . his mind is scattered . & some memories blend together . he’s trying to find the words . but he’s always falling short of them . something happened . something happened ! what happened ... ?

❛ hmmm . za  —  i . you ... wh — um ... zack . zack ?  ❜   zack had done something . he did something . cloud remembers THAT , but he doesn’t know what . what did zack do ? what DID zack do !

he hears it happening . ah , well , he HEARD it happening . oh ! if only he could actually do something about this ! cloud is unable to even FLINCH at the sudden bangs in his head . it smells ... strange . like that weird metallic iron smell mixed with dust . wait , is that what he smells ? ( could he even smell ? ) or was his mind PLAYING tricks on him again . if he could MOVE better , he’d try to push himself to pressing more . 

something’s wrong though . he’s sure of that . something’s wrong ! zack did something . he’s .... hurt . zack’s hurt . he’s injured . oh , well ... so is cloud . cloud’s sick .   ❛ pain . you’re  — zack ? zack . im ... ❜  

breaths quicken & shorten as his heart begins to race . there is PANIC in his voice . panic & pain . he’s breaking down again . he is trying to find some sort of grounding . where were they ? where WERE they ? a train station ? was that a train ? is that what he was hearing ? can SENSE his companion beside him . there’s concern to be found in the other . he can feel it . he wants to calm down , but he can’t . nothing is stopping him from having an episode . 

he’s about to go off again . he is ABOUT to , that is , but something STOPS him short of it . a familiar , yet distant FIGURE stills cloud . it prevents him from making a scene . it’s ENOUGH to GROUND him .   ❛ tifa ? ❜   is he seeing things ? who knows . but .... zack needs the help , right ? they NEED to find a place .

this was as close as cloud will get in being helpful for them for now . & it’s really not much . well , aside from pulling cloud back into focus , that is . which is probably something .   ❛ tifa ... it’s tifa . ❜

-what if they both made it to midgar ? what then ? for @hercbled​​​​ !

[battleshot]

𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳:  𝙼𝙸𝙳𝙶𝙰𝚁:  @hercbled​​​

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚂𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂?   ➤  【 𝚈𝙴𝚂 】

"Hey!  Get  back  here!"  

              𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙳    𝙷𝙰𝙸𝚁    𝚃𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙻𝙴𝙳    𝙱𝚈    𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵-𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙳    𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷,    speeding  through  busy  streets.  𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕  𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘    drawing  the  masses  to  this  location  on  that  eve,  and  gods  he  was  thankful.  Well-worn  boots  rub  against  the  cobble  path  beneath,  helping  him  slide  down  alleys,    sneaking  his  way  past  the  mobs  --  aiming  to  be  out  of  sight.  Regrettably,  tonight  wasn't  to  be  his  lucky  shot  with  security  burning  at  his  heels.   Immunity  with  his  back  against  a  wall  --  albeit  fleeting.  Azureous  hues  flickering  back  and  forth  analysing  his  next  move.  Back?    No,    they  would  collide  within  moments.  Continue  onwards  on  this  route?    Unfavorable    that  he  didn't  know  the  sector,  most  likely  to  be  ambushed  from  another  standpoint.  But,  just  to  his  left,  a  𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬  𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲,  dimly  lit,  chance  for  him  to  slip  by  --  the  exit  being  vivacious  and    equally    as  busy?  𝐼𝑡  𝑤𝑎𝑠  𝑛𝑜𝑤  𝑜𝑟  𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟.

One  last  glance  before  he  vaults,  propelling  himself  through,  left  arm  catching  on  loose  pipework  --  No  surprise,  it  wasn't    supposed    to  be  deemed  fit  for  human  interaction.    𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝    𝚐𝚘𝚝    𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎    𝚝𝚘    𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑    𝚞𝚙    𝚗𝚘𝚠!      Crouching  around  metal  wastebins  as  he  succumbs  to  the  depths  of  the  alley.    Well,    he    certainly    wasn't  in  Lucis  anymore...

And  Prompto    might've    just  passed  as  unsuspicious  upon  the  approach  to  the  end  --    had  he  not  been  spotted  in    clear  view    by  the  merchant  that  caused  this    𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺    to  begin  with.  Was  it    his    fault  items  were  thrown  in  his  face?  That  he  was  spoken  to  at  a  million  miles  an  hour?  The  blond  could  talk  for  all  of  Insomnia,    but  even    HE    couldn't  keep  up.  Thus  leading  to  a  scarf  snagging  on  his  jeans  as  he  left  the  vicinity  --  And    now    he  was  being  accused  of  theft.  

                                                  ❝    Shit!    ❞    He  huffed  as  he  steered  to  blend  amongst  the  gathering  crowd.  This  wasn't  a  place  for  weapons,  but  with  the  well-armed  men  chasing  him  --  he  wasn't  all  too  sure  if  he  was  going  to  have  a  choice.  His  fault  that  he  takes  a  fleeting  second  to  assess,    brief  glance  over  his  shoulder  before  the  gunslingers  slender  frame  was  met  with  a  heavy  thud.

  Panic.      ❝      AH!      ❞    He  shouts;  anxiety  peaked  as  he  assumed  he  had  run  right  into  their  grasp.  But,  he  had  not.  Looking  up  to  the  stranger  before  him  -         ❝      Sorry  dude  --  I  didn't  mean  t  ---  !!    ❞  

"Hey,  do  you  know  this  guy?"

The  armed  men  shouted  to  the  one  he  had  the  pleasure  of  colliding  with.    Turning  at  a  forty-five  degree  angle,  fear  growing  on  fair-freckled  features—  𝐚  𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐭𝐨  𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. Prompto  points  a  gloved  digit  at  the  taller  male,  then  back  at  himself.  His  gaze  follows  as  he  addresses  the  armoured  group.    Apparently,    this  guy  looked  respectable  enough  --  or  so  it  appeared  with  the  quick  switch  in  tone  as  they  called  out  to  the  raven-haired  man.  And  with  the  chase  coming  to  a  standstill,  Prompto  had  to  think  ---  and  quick.

                ❝      Course  he  does!    (  sporting  a  grin  )    This  is  my    buddy  ---  Uh...      ❞        Now  positioned  sideways  as  he  addressed  the  security,  leaning  into  the  man  with  spiky  hair,  though  he  does  not  meet  him  at  eye  level  --    feigning  innocence  to  the  many.      ❝        Dude!    play  along  --  just  --  please  ?    ❞      Desperation  through  his  hushed  tone.  

[krvla]

@hercbled​

‘ WHATEVER YOU’RE about to ask me , the answer is NO. ’

[hieshou-a]

         ❝ something must have changed in me, i don’t fear it anymore. ❞  //  @hercbled​ (look at the sky by porter robinson)

[inmydrcams]

@hercbled​ asked: " So, do you wanna get out of here ?" For aerith

             She’s been staring at the church’s broken ceiling, trying to imagine what’s beyond the plate, the places Zack gets sent to when he’s on a mission, all the new things he gets to see. He has told her about some of those, has shown her pictures of beautiful flowers that she has never seen in Midgar. It’s made her dream. And isn’t dreaming dangerous.

             She laughs at him, looks to him with a little tilt of her head.  ❝ And where would we go to? ❞  She’d be lying if she said she hasn’t considered it, if she doesn’t consider it every time she catches sight of Tseng just out of the corner of her eye. How far away would one have to go to escape ShinRa and their helicopters and their black suits? And how nice would it be if she could? If she could live her life in a world where there aren’t men in black suits following her every move.

             Turning to him she lays with her stomach down on the church floor, shoulders on the old church floor as her hands hold her chin up like a child who can’t wait to listen to a story.  ❝ Tell me, where would you take me if we got out of here? What exciting new date options dates Zack Fair have up his sleeve? ❞  If she closes her eyes she can picture herself there, she can see the endless possibilities even if there’s such a remote chance of it actually ever happening.

[floraheart]

               there is a shake in her hands that is almost unnoticeable, a slight trembling of her fingertips that usually move with ease and confidence.  those same fingers reach for a stray lock of black hair, almost hesitantly, pausing for a fraction of a second before gently tucking it behind his ear.  they linger, then, against his skin, ghosting down the line of his jaw before pulling away.  and at last her hands fold together behind her back. 

              ❝ you look... different. ❞  older.  funny how time does that, isn’t it?  but she isn’t laughing.  no, there’s a slight crease to her brow as she stares up at him, green eyes sweeping over features that manage to be both foreign and painfully familiar.  her lower lip pulls into a slight pout, weighed down by all the things left unsaid.  and instead of breathing them into existence, she laughs,  ❝ kinda like you need a bath, really.  some things never change, huh? ❞  //  @hercbled​

[soulessmary]

@hercbled asked for a starter !

GUN LAY CASUALLY AGAINST BONY SHOULDER. Amused grin tugged at full lips as she watched the stranger. From time to time, hikers would wander across her property. Most of the time, her dog scared them off. But he was inside today. So, it fell on Will to frighten off any unwanted visitors.

“You’re trespassin’, ya know that?” Will drawled, shifting the grip on her gun, running it across her shoulder. “I don’t take kindly to strangers snoopin’ on my land. So, I’m gonna ask you to leave.”