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[fairlybeloved]

@makoxmind

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The silence did not bring to him any sense of discomfort - rather a peace that he hadn't known was possible settled down over him in that moment of reunion with his friend. There was something about surviving hellish circumstance, something about cresting the impossible that solidified a connection, that twisted a pair of souls together that couldn't be explained in conventional terms to those who hadn't suffered a similar fate.

It was a different sort of connection than one shared by lovers, or even soul mates. It was another level entirely.

Though Zack knew at his core that Cloud's condition had rendered it impossible to piece together the memories of yesterday, it didn't change the facts as they were for him. One day, he was certain, everything would be given clarity. He only hoped he could leave him with other good memories to lean on when that time came.

There were a thousand and one ideas and feelings and thoughts that he would love to share with Cloud, but it was clear that he struggled with comprehension - among other things. Shaking his very foundation too much would be a cruelty.

But he could also reward himself with that sweet moment with his friend, if only to take one selfish second for himself.

"Heh." He clenched a fist, lightly knocking it up against Cloud's chest. "You've changed. I'm proud of you, man. Looks like you paved your own way. Lot farther to go, but you'll get there! Promise." He grinned wide enough to chase the shadows away. "You taking care of that sword? Angeal would have my ass if you were using it for ill."

[whiitemateria]

— ( with @makoxmind || continued from here )

For a brief moment after she's just gone and asked him the question she'd been rolling around in her head since almost the first moment she's seen him, Aerith and Cloud are simply staring at each other. Wide-eyed, verdant green to mako-stained blue, they stare at each other like startled animals, and she wonders, however briefly, if she'd made the wrong choice in tipping her hand so soon.

Yet, she'd heard him as he sat there, licking jam off of spoons and fingers, talking to ghosts in the room with all the gusto he could clearly never work up when she was in front of him. Sometimes, she wonders if she was so intimidating.

Then, she remembers that Cloud was wounded. That ex-SOLDIER or not, he was a broken boy, and he was trying desperately to make something work. That something was strange and nebulous between them, at once far-reaching yet fitting on a pinhead and even Aerith did not understand it. But she was compelled by it.

She was compelled by Cloud.

Yes, Cloud was wounded. But Aerith was there with a roll of bandages and a glass of water. She could help, she thinks. She would help.

His hands on her hips surprise her, like she'd never thought he'd hold her so gently or so cautiously. Or, perhaps, at all. Of course, he'd caught her every time she'd needed it. He held her hand. There had been some few moments wherein he had tried to initiate some semblance of contact but could only manage fleeting brushes before he shied away - and yet, in this moment, he is almost as brave as he sounded in the kitchen.

'If… that’s ok… with you.' At first, she wants to say, 'Of course it's okay, I asked you, didn't I?' But she doesn't. Instead, she listens.

He asks if he can take her on a date.

He says he wants to buy her things, to dress nicely for her.

And, he's staring at her as blankly as ever, and she can practically see the rubber band snap back into place as whatever part of his mind that generally manages the matter of speech claps its hand over the far less eloquent boy that had taken control of the microphone. He pulls away and presses that pillow over his face and he punctuates it all by telling her simply and straight forwardly; 'I really… like you.'

The hand that hat been curled against his chin slips down, brushing against his collar, as it seeks one of his gloved hands. Her fingers slowly splay his apart so that they can slot in with them, holding his hand carefully as the other pries the pillow away to send it tumbling away. It lands on the floor, and she does not care.

Leaning over, she tucks her head against his shoulder and brings his hand in close to hold it, provided he'd let her.

"I like you too, Cloud." She says, and quite firmly at that. "You can take me on a date. I already promised you one after all, I thought?"

[whiitemateria]

something i doodled up for @makoxmind with our roleplays as inspiration today they held me at gunpoint to post it so here it is :’)

[scorching-passion]

@makoxmind​ asked: He’s staring directly at the working SOLDIER from the road… ha, border patrol. Rookie work. Those were… the days(?). Cloud doesn’t get too close to openly sneer, but from across the Undercities' haggard excuse for a road, his expression is definitely… distasteful. With a quirking of his lip he spins upon his heel to leave, hoping to dissolve into the people roaming by, “... What a weirdo.” Unprompted Asks - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

He didn’t notice the look of disdain casually thrown his way; so used to such expressions from the dwellers of the under-cities it was all water off a chocobo’s back, not the shock of messy blonde hair, not the insult he could read not only on his lips but within the shine of his gaze, not even the uniform certainly out of place amongst the masses…

No… 

The sword perched so brazenly between the youth’s shoulders, gleaming in the light of the artificial sun was what caught Roche’s eye, and it did so in an instant. So much so that he was unable to tear his eyes away the moment that distinctive steel weapon came into view. A weapon which the SOLDIER knew didn’t belong to this young mop-a-top supposed warrior in their midst. 

That was Zack Fair’s blade he brandished. Or at least a replica of sorts. But the real question why did he have it, and where on this planet did he get it from? Needless to say, it was a sight Roche hadn’t the pleasure of seeing for a very long time, and it was certainly one which had his heart racing a mile a minute. 

Curiosity was about to kill this cat~

A quick hand signal to the infantryman delivered that day as his escort, does Roche make his leave away from the gates of the train station, to follow this new path of intrigue. And he follows for a while, slowly gaining on this man’s tail, closing the distance, a tiger on the prowl of its next meal. Turning corners, leaving the crowd and into the scrap. 

Two more steps, perhaps three, the grin pulling at the Third’s mouth crazed, wild before he would apprehend this little soldier, grabbing the youth by the shoulder and wrenching his body backwards to pin him then against the rubble bordering the paths leading into the following sector. 

“Well well, what do we have here, hm~?” a vicious hiss between the clenched jaw of a maniacal grin as the SOLDIER took this opportunity to give the young man a very obvious, and very uncomfortable, ocular once over. 

“Smells like an imposter, wouldn’t you agree?”

[whiitemateria]

youre MY aerith <3

— ( RATE MY DRIVING )

i tpose-teleport directly into your room and drop one of these in front of you

(but in actuality, getting to roleplay with your incredible cloud and be generally silly with you has been a fantastic and wonderful experience and i'm very very thankful for it. you're lovely. i'm so glad you messaged me ;w;)