#manintheblackcape

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Starter | Muse: Aerith

"... I know what you are."

Bright emerald eyes locked with his, and defensively she held onto her staff. She had wandered too far, wanting to look at some flowers that seemed to be sprouting from a crack in the ground. That was when she felt a certain kind of presence, and one that terrified her to no end. Aerith would keep up with her false-fearlessness, because she needed to appear that way in front of this one. In her mind, if there was any give that she was as weak as what he must think of her, then it would undoubtedly be a victory for him. And she would not have that!

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Starter | Muse: Cloud

Sometimes there were those types of headaches he would have, where his vision was blurry and mind a piercing sort of static; debilitating in every way. They would happen at the most random times, and tonight was no different to the amount of pain it caused. He had been separated from the others, thinking to explore this part of the city, and found some space to just take a breath. To be away from onlookers as the headache increased in strength. His hand reached out to brace against the wall, clasping the other over his mouth as nausea tried to settle on in. It just was not a good time.

Cloud realized how much of a mistake this was to be by himself, and wished one of the other's had trailed behind to follow, like Tifa - or anyone! He felt a wave of dizziness, and then a cold sensation run through his entire frame. Instincts had him turning, back pressing to the wall, sword clinking behind him as he had shoved himself enough to look at whoever may be there. It may have easily just been his imagination, of course, but he could have sworn with everything in him that someone had been watching and waiting.

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Starter | Muse: Cloud | Wild Adventures~

It was supposed to be just a simple mission. Retrieve the ancient artifact, and get back as soon as possible. No one told him that this place was so far out of the way, and from any nearby civilization... Let alone a cave that seemed to go on for miles. Where structures of an olden time were crumbled, or cracked, and evidence of life had once been, now all left behind. With his sword on his back, and a small light of materia-magic to illuminate what little in front of him, Cloud was able to only catch glimpses of what lay ahead.

Soon, he was through a large door, having had to truly shove so much of his strength against it, and past some more old debris. Here, he had to pause, and take a long look around, allowing for the light to brighten just enough, and the entire room seemed to sparkle. There was gold all over, and treasures beyond treasures. Priceless beyond all else. Maybe I could give them what they want, and I'll just take all that I can... He thought to himself, before starting to look for the object of his employer's desire, shoving a few golden trinkets into some of his pockets, just in case.

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Those glowing eyes watched the other, curious in what he was saying, despite the heaviness in his heart. There was no way this could be the truth, and an answer to the wishes he had been wanting fulfilled ever since being taken here. Could he even remember how to fend for himself in the vast oceans? Time had been so long. He was strong, but not as strong as he had once been, having this forced imprisonment behind glass. Any and all experiments done to him by that scientist were also factors he would need to test, if freedom was ever granted to him.

Quietly, he stared at the other, and nodded just once. He would try so much to not let this hope take over his entire train of thought. The filtered water was always so uncomfortable, and they tried to emulate the ocean with it, but of course nothing could compare to the nutrients and richness of that vast space. "Alright..." He waved a webbed hand at him, gesturing flippantly, and trying to seem so bored already of the prospect, like all hope was not there. He couldn't allow himself to believe this, just yet. "Prove yourself, then, Sephiroth..."

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Cloud wasn't sure if he was hallucinating this, now, or it was reality. His head was still vaguely spinning from whatever those henchmen had forcefully given him, and he hated how he was so helpless. This monster was getting too close, and he could do nothing to keep him away. It was beyond terrifying to be like this, and he tried so hard to wrench his fists forward out of defiance.

"I-- I won't! You're not anything like that to me!" Yet, he couldn't even say it, because something about those words, and specifically that kind of title, made his beating heart pump even faster. It worried him that he wanted to say it... Cloud was taking every second that he could to fight against any strange kind of urge of his. How his body craved to be closer to the other. This was all way too concerning, but he could just focus on the panic still rising within him.

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Loud & Deafening Silence Meme | Open

@manintheblackcape​ asked:  caress. (gently caress Kadaj’s face)

The touch of the others hand comes with a wince from the shorter silverette,  a jerk of the body away from contact, as if electrocuted. He shifts away like an animal standing its ground, but trained to know when it faces a greater predator. And there, he glared at his own predator.

The hunter, greater than him. The beast, greater than him. The son....greater than him...

He hated him. He wanted to see him vanish before his eyes, he wanted to feel Sephiroth cease to be, he wanted to be more than Sephiroth could ever manage to be again.

Kadaj wanted his existence to mean....something more, than just being a shadow...

But the caress, as much as it caused him to draw away and glare, when it came again, despite knowing in his gut it could simply be a taunt, a tug at the strings of a puppet, a mocking act...

There was something in the touch, something that cemented him to the spot, something that warmed the flesh and made him feel....far more real, tangible, alive than he ever had. He stared at Sephiroth, so small, and wondered....what did this man see in him? A pawn, a tool, a shadow that would fade back into darkness once he’d ran his course...?

Or did he see... Kadaj...? Another living, struggling being, another living breath thing worth while...did he see him as a brother, as a child? What was he? Why did he do this...? 

His lips would not form the question. Instead, he just watched, and stared.

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Starter | Muse: Cloud (Help him)

It took him who knows how long to finally wake up, and he couldn’t remember what he had been doing last. What he realized first is that his wrists were restrained by chains, but enough for him to lift his arms up if he had wanted to, and underneath him was the softest bed. The room was dark, save for a few candles on the bedside tables, and he glanced about.

  “Hello!?!” Confusion ebbed in his tone, and worry settling in when he had several guesses this was a room that Corneo had possibly set up for him. He was lucky to not be wearing a dress, this time, at least. It was too dark to really see much, and it was way too fancy of a room. Just where was he, and why wasn’t he dead?

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Starter | Muse: Cloud | “Dark Prince vs Noble Knight” AU thing.

Traveling across the lands was always a hard task for him, as riding on top of a speedy Chocobo was never an easy feat. They were both cooperative, and uncooperative, given their temperament. He hadn’t the time for it, and trudged on either way. The companions he had made, were unknowing of where he had gone off to, but through the last encounter with lackies from this terrible kingdom, he had had enough! It was time to get to the bottom of this, and stop these people himself, starting with whoever was in charge.

So, he made his way towards the castle, which was the farthest he’s ever been, past taverns and local towns. There was nothing that could have prepared him for the majesty of this massive, and pointy-architecture of a place. He set his Chocobo off in some field, letting it wander if it needed to, before he slung his pack over his shoulder, and kept the blade at the ready on his back. Slowly, he ascended the long winding of stairs, and crept through several hallways, just managing to miss any guards and their watchdogs.

He was lucky, but it wouldn’t be for much longer, as he finally made his way into a dark chamber. It was massive, like most everything else, and he felt suddenly so cold. What little spells he knew, he summoned a bit of a small fire in his palm, letting it guide a few feet in front of him with it’s warm light. He didn’t even know how deep he was in this place, but he’d go on for forever if he needed to!!

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