#topic: white cloud

[kuroki---kaze]

100 Days of Headcanon || Day 11: Destiny

⋆୨𖤓୧⋆ To put this bluntly, Kaze couldn't give two fucks less about destiny. His people's religion dictated all sorts of things about Asher and Anu and he really doesn't care for any of it. Even more so now that he's met Anu so he really doesn't care of anything that Windarian religion "foretold". The only thing that has turned out to be true is that both Asher and Any are in fact the God Vessels and the wielders of the demon arms that bear the gods' spirits.

But all the nonsense Windarian (and Misterican) religion spouted about Asher and Anu being destined to face off in a grand battle and how Asher would defeat Anu in battle to take victory for the Windarians, bringing about Bahamut's glory once and for all? Bullshit. All of it. Kaze doesn't care for any of it and he certainly does not care for the name of 'Asher' either.

You won't see him caught dead calling White Cloud, Anu either. He doesn't care about destiny at all. Were they destined to find each other? Yes. He can buy into that. Are they bound by some cosmic force he can't begin to understand? Also yes. That fluffy haired cloud is his Moon, his Other - he won't deny that. He knows the Maken and the Magun are intertwined. He doesn't just believe it, he's seen it. He's heard the Gods join together in song while the prince simply napped in his lap like some kind of celestial cat.

Kaze acknowledges there are cosmic forces at play but he drives his destiny and no one else. If the Universe decided to give him a leg up by giving him special powers, he's not going to complain but he's also not going to chock it up to some grand pre-planned cosmic bullshit.

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⋆୨𖤓୧⋆ There is a body of white laying across his lap like some sort of Celestial Cat whom is purring all the while. There had been no invitation or ask for permission. His prissy prince had simply invited himself as if he was allowed to do anything he wanted without consequence.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Joo." (yes)

It's an instant reply and he can only sigh as he sits still with this cat stretched out across his lap. It was a rhetorical question. He hadn't been expecting an answer but he supposes this is better than wondering where the sacrificial fool has run off to now. His entire spirit feels off and he can hear Bahamut grumbling in the back of his mind about making sure that the boy stays as close as the Magun as physically possible while he lays there.

The old man has a habit of never explaining anything and then just finds some kind of twisted enjoyment in his confusion but it seems that the old woman doesn't explain much to the cloud either. He supposes that must be a problem with them both because gods or not they were terrible about providing any sort of productive answer to anything.

And speaking of lacking any sort of productive answer, he can hear the old man growling at him as the urge rises within him to simply shove the cloud off of him because really he could find plenty of other places to sleep than his lap but it seems the lunar royal has made himself more than comfortable. So instead he's listening to the growling within his mind and he's allowing his moon to reduce the Magun to that of a pillow but it's in this moment that everything is strange.

A low snore leaves the cloud but as it does, it is replaced with something else. The Magun is ... warmer than usual and the Maken is glowing? There is the sound of soft song resounding within and it's made of two voices - one he knows and one he doesn't. A female voice - woman - Tiamat? It's not often he hears the Infernal Father get to any sort of sound that he would consider harmonic but yet here two voices join together as the demon weapons resonate and his Oath slumbers like a cat, outstretched with his on his belly.

Snoring all the while.

There's something about all this that leaves the usual heaviness that surrounds the swordman feeling ... lighter. Something making his own heaviness feel... different as well. So he supposes that he can deal with this for now. That he can tolerate this for a little while longer. It's only midday after all - the moon needn't be awake for a few more hours anyway.

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100 Days of Headcanon || Day 6: Weakness

⋆୨𖤓୧⋆ Despite Kaze's state of divinity, the man does have weaknesses. Firstly, his memory is horrendous thanks to the damage Chaos inflicted in the battle to claim Windaria. Kaze's mind was shattered due to the merger of his soul with Chaos and he lost his memory in the process. Chaos left him with only false memories that Kumo murdered his younger sister Aura, and had a hand in the destruction of Windaria when the truth was quite the opposite.

This made the man excessively easy to manipulate and turn on his Unlimited brethren. For quite a while, Kaze was turned rabid animal surviving on the bloodlust to kill White Cloud "for all the damage he'd done" when in reality Kumo had done everything in his power to attempt to stop the assault on Kaze's world and even tried to save Aura's life. The spell on his mind wasn't broken until the last episode of the animated series when Kaze woke to see Kumo's corpse next to him as the Cloud had been killed for attempting to save the lives of everyone in the room.

In present day, Kaze's memories are still scrambled but only in certain places. He struggles to remember much of his life living on Windaria, including his own name. This fact has turned into an unspoken resentment against Kumo as the Cloud can recall his people and his culture, including his own name.

So it's easier to play the Unlimited against one another than Kaze would like it to be because there is an underlying hatred he carries that he knows he needs to work through. They both lost everything but at least the Cloud has his memories. Kaze hates that he hates him for that.

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100 days of Headcanon || Day 3: Dreams

⋆୨𖤓୧⋆ Kaze dreams of a world without Chaos. A world that can end the violence and the war can end because that's how he sees this battle against Chaos. A war, but before that it was the death of his Counterpart, White Cloud.

Kaze slept for twelve years and his sleep was wrought with nightmares of his home world being destroyed over and over and each time it was in a different way. He's seen Windaria fall to ashes at the hands of that damnable dragon of Chaos and he's seen it fall to the hands of White Cloud.

His memory is a messy painting that only clears itself up in certain situations and it took White Cloud's death at the hands of Earl Tyrant for Kaze to see that he wasn't to culprit that destroyed his home and killed his sister.

The situation was actually quite the opposite. It took Kaze seeing the man's corpse to get him to understand that The Cloud had been fighting to help him the entire time. Even now, Kumo still does and it has taken a lot of effort on Kaze's part to understand that due to the fractured state of his mind.

He still dreams of horrible wicked things and sometimes his dreams don't always show him the truth.

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100 Days of Headcanon || Day 2: Family

⋆୨𖤓୧⋆ Family has always been weird for Szél due to the way his parents abandoned him when he was only four years old. He wasn't even aware of the fact he had a younger sister, Aura, until he was already an adult. They became extremely close when they finally found each other and their small family became each other and Szél's bound partner - Moogle.

It wasn't until Szél was thirty years old that their world got flipped upside down with the arrival of a very scared Misterican Boy - the Demon Swordsman himself, Valkoinen Pilvi. When Szél and Aura found the boy unconscious, everything in him told him that he was a threat but the pair decided to question the boy when he woke up instead of killing him outright. This lead to both of them discovering that the swordsman was, in fact, just a child and a terrified one at that.

So they took him in, giving him a new name - Holdfény (h-oid-fien // moonlight) instead. He became like family to them as he lived with them for the next three years until Windaria ultimately met her end at the hands of Chaos.

In present day, Kaze cannot remember much of Holdfény so his relationship with White Cloud is a bit fractured but that does not mean he does not love and value the cloud. Kaze cannot remember much of Szél either if he is to be telling the truth.

However, post the fall of Gaudium and the events of the Outside World, Kaze has been traveling with White Cloud for some time. A little over a year. A little over 365 days with the same person at his side. Even if he cannot remember Holdfény as he was, he can remember White Cloud as he is now and he has become attached.

He will be rough with him, and has no qualms with arguing with him or getting up in his face but at the end of the day White Cloud is still his family even if Kaze won't ever say that aloud.

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A Warrior's Thoughts || Accepting

@musesofthemoon asked: 💭 + your partnership with Kumo

⋆୨𖤓୧⋆ It was only a matter of time before these travelers started poking their noises where they don't belong and that was into his own relationships and feelings about one cloud like swordsman and for once his gaze does not settle on the traveler that speaks to him, but instead on the body of white that lingers just behind speaking to the other townsfolk as if they don't have their faces plastered on wanted posters on every job board across the whole of Wonderland.

He is silent as he watches. A head of white hair moving from person to person as he chit chats with the populace that couldn't care less about his very existence and wouldn't hesitate to throw them both to the wolves if it meant surviving whatever onslaught Gaudium would bring raining down on their town.

White Cloud would never allow it however. He is an optimistic martyr at worst and an ignorant fool at best. He cares too much for those who care nothing for him. Himself included... and it's not that he does not care for the Cloud but instead he does not understand how the Cloud cares for him when only a few years ago was he attempting to remove White Cloud's head from his shoulders.

White Cloud is... a problem for both of them. He is a self sacrificial maniac and the Wind finds himself questioning the Cloud's sanity after all those years in isolation on the daily. Somehow time and time again when faced with the question of the torch or the torchwood, the man who would be his Other continuously chooses the torchwood time and time again and he does not understand why anyone immortal or no, would ever choose to burn.

White Cloud is... better than he'll ever deserve. Patient and kind and far too forgiving. Sparing smiles on someone who has dreamt of his blood covering his hands. The swordsman makes things far more complicated than they ever needed to be with his morality of refusing to kill any life if he could avoid when the prince fails to understand that sometimes there are simply lives that cannot be saved.

He values every individual when he should be focusing on what can be done for the collective of the Universe instead of each and every individual soul he comes across. He's frustrating and switches like a light switch between a composed and collected Commander - every quality that should be there to make a proper King and an immature child who can't control his emotions and doesn't understand the difference between what he wants and what he needs.

So he watches as the Misterican continues to wander further down the pathway, into the town's bazaar to start attempting to haggle out a price he's going to inevitably fail to get. Blue suns shift back to look at the traveler for a moment before he groans and starts walking after his counterpart. If he doesn't keep him in view, he might end up trying to give their Gil away to help some lost soul that's only out to swindle him.

"Troublesome."