"You think pushing people away makes you, what?β / for Cloud
ANTAGONISM β HATRED
A sharp exhale through the nose, a frown bracing his expression, he looks away from her the moment his behavior gets called out, looking the part of a petulant child and less that of a feared fighter.
In truth, he is the one afraid. Of her. Of her reactions. Of her disappointment.
"I'm not pushing anyone away." An entirely weak argument on his part, and he knows it's not true, but what can he say? That he's overwhelmed by everyone looking to him for answers on what to do? That the more they discover about the past, the less steady he feels? He'd never been part of a team, he'd always been a solo act as far as he remembers - most SOLDIERs are. "This is how I've always been, Tifa. You know that."
... Does she? Part of him likes to linger in the back of his mind and whisper such terrible things, provokes him into his stand offish behavior where he feels all eyes are on him no matter what he does.
Cloud shakes his head and finally looks at her, a heavy look in his eyes as he's willing to do one admission.
"I... I don't do it on purpose. When I say or do certain things I'm... sometimes I'm not myself. There's so much noise. I need time alone to hear myself."
βi'll keep watch while you sleep.β / possibly separated from the others or somewhere down the line post dirge where theyβre clearing out deepground sections in midgar?
"I NEED TO STOP AND REST" PROMPTS
"You sure you don't want to sleep first?" Always the gentleman, or so he tries to be, situation allow it. "I could keep going for longer." Could he? Yes. Should he? Probably not. But in truth the underground labs are slowly starting to chip away at his tranquility, unnerved by the macabre depths of Shinra and Hojo's machinations.
So many names that were listed as KIA were found in the logs of the various experiments being run here, SOLDIERs deemed "retired" and yet never seen again dragged to Deepground... but that's why he was doing it.
He's got one volume published already about Shinra's secrets, and if there is anything else that they find here that can give even one person closure about someone they cared about, then it will be worth it to write a second.
And in honesty, if he was alone, he probably would've kept going as far as his body would let him... but with Tifa here, with her knowing his bad habits and genuinely looking out for him... it's hard to argue.
"... But I can sleep first, if you want to keep watch. Just wake me up the moment something happens, okay?" Not that he has any problems with startling himself awake at a moment's notice - that's the thing with ex-SOLDIERs, they're all so jumpy.
Send βBedroom Presentβ For the receiving muse to find the sending muse fully nude and laying seductively on their bed.
He was becoming acclimated to his life in Midgard, the locals didn't bother him save for the usual stare and whispers of "Solider" when they walked past him. It was a much stark contrast to his life on the frontier, used to feeling the weight of hatred in the eyes of those wronged by vampires. To feel the fear in the hearts of those who would never quite understand him--never knowing when they would turn on him and drive him away at a moment's notice. Yet all he received here are stares of awe and quiet longing. No one bothered him. No angry mob to shun him.
Midgard was truly a breath of fresh air to his battle hardened soul.
But the most welcoming change in his life--was one particular woman. A woman he had met on the outskirts of the city when he had first arrived here, she had been attacked by some behemoth like creature, and was in need of medical assistance. Badly bruised and bleeding-- D had brought her to a clinic to receive aid and in return she was his guide--his lifeline in this strange new world. That woman was Tifa Lockhart. A cheery barmaid and an even more fearsome hand to hand combatant. Every day D would visit the Seventh Heaven, running errands for her. Slaying fiends and beasts that roamed around in the slums and outskirts. No matter what he did he'd always come to visit Tifa--and there was no doubting that Tifa seemed to enjoy the company of the sullen dhampir. The pair created an unspoken bond over the months he's been around. Though D wondered what else this world had in store for him.
He had received a message to come down to the bar, and go upstairs where the bedrooms were. Apparently Tifa had cooked up a surprise for him when he got back--she told him over the phone it was a token of appreciation. Insisted on coming upstairs to the bedroom D was staying in to claim it. And if D knew Tifa, she could be quite persuasive to get the things she wanted. Sometimes--it was hard to say no, especially when she was doing her puppy eyes routine. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he mad his way into the bar and the stairs. No doubt the homunculi of his hand would tell him he's gone soft. Smitten by the raven-haired beauty.
The weight of his footsteps caused the wood underneath to creak, and strain. D approaches his room to open the door and finds the most beautiful sight his eyes laid upon. Tifa sat on his bed and naked as a newborn. Hunger instantly dances in his gaze as he shuts the door behind him harshly and practically flies over to his prize. His gift--his token of appreciation given to him. By Tifa. D descended upon the maiden, his hands immediately embracing her body, closing in on her like a snake coiling around a meal. He could smell the heat of her arousal. See the shock of her face at how quickly he moved. She had smiled up at him--that wonderful smile. The hunter leans down to kiss, to taste her mouth, glossed over and smelling like cherries. The dance of their lips and tongues filled the silence of the room.
His hand plays with a bare breast, toying with the nipple in between his thumb and index, as he places Tifa back onto the bed. From Tifa's perspective D looked to be no more than a massive silhouette of black save for his face and fingers. She would ask for D to remove his clothing--but the hunter would have to deny that request. There was no time for disrobing when his aching cock wanted to feel the insides of a maiden's silken walls.
This minx. She knew what she was doing when she planned this, D thought to himself with a sly smirk. His kisses trailed from her neck, to her stomach. From her stomach to her thighs. The hunter only stops right in front of her cunt, feeling the heat, witnessing the wetness. His tongue darts forward and licks the folds, sweet and sensitive, making sure he tastes every inch of her. Sucking on the bud of her clit.
The room was filled with Tifa's moans, her pleas for D to never stop, to take her. Make her feel things she's never felt before. And D obliged. In this moment he was her servant, she was his queen. And what she wanted is what she'll have.
D continues to slurp up the juices raining down from her cunt as she orgasms. Her legs shook violently, toes curling but he still drinks the nectar even after it was all gone and his saliva remained. His cock began to throb between his thighs, demanding to feel the promised land that was her womanhood. His hand worked to unfasten his belt, allowing his pants to be loose enough to see his girthy cock spring forth. A dusty mauve in color, complete with a bulbous head at the tip of his length. D's manhood was an impressive sight, almost nine inches and already positioning itself at Tifa's entrance.
The lovers locked eyes, while Tifa gave D a nod, a signal that she was ready for him. The hunter's cock slowly begins to part her folds...separating them to make way for his length. A hiss of pleasure slips from his teeth, the sensation of his tip breeching past the lips of her pussy to settle inside of her. He didn't stop till all of him was deep in her, the walls of her tight cunt squeezing and holding him hostage. Yes--his cock belonged to her now. This is where he needed to be.
D's hips began to rock back and forth, giving languid thrusts to a rhythm only he could hear. The bed groaning, and straining from the rutting...
Playlist Name: New Heavens
Their main song: All Around me By Flyleaf
The Song that plays during a romantic scene between the two: Hidden Place By Bjork || I'll Carry You By Halou
A Song to play in the background of a battle: Liar in the Glass By Eyes set to Kill
The Song that plays during their wedding/most important date night: Sleeping with Ghosts By Placebo
The Song that plays during a fight/sad moment: Darling By Eyes Set to Kill
The Song that describes my muse's current feelings/thoughts about your muse: Undisclosed Desires By MUSE
The song that plays if they were to ever break-up: Don't Speak By No Doubt
The song that plays when my muse thinks of yours: Heaven Tonight By HIM
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"It's good to see you again Tifa. I've missed you."
βI feel your presence in every shadow, every whisper of the wind.β
Dark Romance & Gothic Horror Romance
Her voice...mellifluous and soft seemed to drown out even the noise of the nighttime crickets and the hoots of owls. It was just them, the pair alone huddled in a pocket like cave inside a tree now.
"You feel me in shadows?" Not an entirely odd confession to hear for D's very aura was darkness itself, the shadows, the night, the black abyss...he could connect to them all and manipulate them as he saw fit. Inner darkness and outer darkness were all the same to him. His to mold for he was molded by them.
But where D was shadow and twilight, Tifa would be light.
"How apt that whenever I see the sun, I think of you." He offered her a crooked grin, attempting to lighten the mood.
"She does?" He asked wistfully, still replaying the moments leading up to their kiss. The clash of the thunder in the background, them huddled underneath a tree watching the downpour had felt like ages ago. He thought about the way her ruby eyes sparkled while looking up at him. How her bangs framed her soft face. Her full lips like a porcelain dolls. She was perfect...she was tender and unafraid of him.
A pinch of longing dwelled within his chest. But before he could speak the parasite on his left hand spoke in his stead.
"Har Har HAr." Left hand cackled. "Oh man you have NO IDEA. I mean C'mon she was practically all OVER HIM! I mean if you could have seen the way she was pushing those...lovely breasts up against him y---Hmgph!"
D immediately silenced the drooling carbuncle with a vengeance. The last thing he needed was the little pervert talking about Tifa.
She feels emboldened in the moment, close in proximity as they are, waiting out the rain before continuing on. The torrential downpour is unlike anything sheβs seen or experienced before, and she huddles closer for warmthβat least allowing herself to be shielded by Dβs cloak. Tifa looks up and is unable to resist lifting the brim of the Hunterβs hat, just as much where she can better see his face, and lifts up, the movement pushing her further into Dβs space.
Tifa had intended to kiss him on the cheek, but the sudden rush of courage enables her kiss him on the lips instead. The contact is cool against her own and she nearly pulls back in surprise, but she pushes deeper into the kiss, one hand gripping his cloak while the other is splayed against his chest for support.
There is the tiniest of gasps that leave her, in between kisses, when she thinks she can feel his heartbeat against the palm of her hand.
The downpour before them sounded like a never-ending waterfall. Had it not been for this lush forest with their trees large enough to tower over a building, no doubt the traveling pair would be soaked by now. Another delay on their journey but D didn't mind sharing space with the raven-haired beauty. If he was being honest with himself, he was actually glad he had a companion with him this time around, and a rather capable one at that. Instead of having to listen to his left hand yapping to fill the void of silence, the void was physically filled by Tifa. Who by all accounts was FAR easier on the eyes. The wind howled as the rain screamed down while thunder and lighting crashed in the sky.
D opened his cloak to pull the shivering frame of the lady closer, their bodies touching underneath his blanket of a cloak. Speaking of blankets he did carry some on his horse but sadly the beast of burden was out of reach underneath another massive tree. As the two huddled for warmth Tifa did something D did not expect but one he often dreamed of happening.
She lifted his hat and...she kissed him...she kissed him. The first one caught D off guard and stunned him into a bewildered silence. Their eyes locked onto one another, red into blue. And she had pulled him even closer to claim his lips again, so his arms reflexively curled around her to help with the endeavor.
He had spent centuries, many moons alone underneath the sky. With hungry needs only a lonely man knows. The adrenaline rush of the kiss quickened his heartbeat, making him feel...alive. She had stopped to catch her breath, her hand on his muscular chest. A hand over his own heart. D glanced at her lips, reddened through the impassioned kiss and D...D felt like a man dying of thirst looking at an oasis.
The night was young...as it would be long. And who knew how long the storm would hold up--all they had was each other and a few supplies.
The hunter, still holding the buxom woman in his arms claims her lips for himself. Allowing the hungry need to grow from his heart all the way down to his loins.
"Tifa...I." D stopped himself growing red with the embarrassment of a lovesick adolescent.
