"I wish you'd stop talking, and prying... Trying to find things out." His voice came out almost as a hiss through gritted teeth. Her incessant questioning had gotten under his skin.
The blonde merc's brow furrowed as he spoke. Truth be told, he was just lashing out. Talking about himself made him uncomfortable, there were too many things he couldn't remember properly. Too much haziness and fuzzines in his memories, that it made him unsure of the truth of things.
"Sometimes it's better to leave well enough alone, Aerith." His voice softened ever so slightly, perhaps revealing the slightest hint of Cloud's true pain.
𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 , @soldiersstrife.
inquiries ‘pon inquiries to the blond who resembles her long-lost love, bewildered to how their fates mirrored their descent through sector five’s abandoned sanctum. identically. how were it possible to fall perfectly through the same hole of zack fair's — – . . . ? how gaia taunted her, gifting her with a continuous feeling of deja-vu, all whilst pleading in her ears for relief of their suffering. being bled for energy; withering to mere nothingness before midgar-civilian's very eyes. fluorescents shone to avert gaze to gaea's decline. & before lips are even able to part, eager to meet her newly hired protection . . . does the former-mercenary bark his annoyance, his furrowed brows meeting stunned greens; blinking singularly in surprise.
sometimes, an outward declaration were merely the root of someone's own insecurities — – at least, it's the advice that lives in her being from elmyra gainsborough. & while anyone would rise in defensiveness to such a tone, the ancient remains still, treads of her footwear sinking further within gaea.
❝ sometimes it's better to leave well enough alone, aerith. ❞ mako-infused, a sight once so familiar and comforting from gongagian lineage, now grace her with uncertainty . . . perhaps even dislike, ease regressing to her teenage years depictions of soldier. ❛ . . . ❜ though cloud strife remained her self-appointed protection, and whilst he may not enjoy her company at this moment, aerith hopes he may one day bloom to reveal his truth. to become friends to one-another. ❛ i'll stop prying — – for now, ❜ courageously, a smile returns to fair features, striding ahead of the mercenary. ❛ today you may not want to talk about yourself, but when you do . . . i'll be here to listen, cloud. with no judgements. ❜
