#warskies

[phantasmalcalamity-a]

It had been roughly an hour since Zenos Yae Galvus awoke on an unfamiliar plane of existence, in front of an unnatural being named Spiritus, who claimed he was a God. He’d really wanted to fight him, and to see what a God was capable of in battle, but there were other warriors summoned to this world that were also deemed the God’s ‘champions’, and they seemed willing to fight him if he tried to attack their ward. Even Zenos wasn’t confident he could take on so many powerful warriors at once, so he sauntered out of the tower.

There were other warriors here as well, summoned by another Goddess, as well as creatures that were destroying the planet, so he supposed he would have plenty of opportunity to find fun battles, and worthy foes. Perhaps he’d find a hero just like.. Just like...

The conquerer strained his mind to remember, but it was no use. He couldn’t seem to remember anything from before this world, even though he was sure that this was not where he came from originally. All he felt was an insatiable urge to battle, because that was the only time he felt alive. He continued to casually swagger through the plains of this empty planet, looking for anyone of interest.

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[flowermage]

                        🏶  -  -  -   A contented sigh leaves the lips of the proud flower girl. Her basket had just gotten filled with the best of the best gems she had picked. There were some in that she had gotten just to celebrate the occasion of the day. It was a bit of a dumb thing to really think of as a special time, but she wanted to hold it up high in meaning. Maybe, she was a little silly about things like this, but she wanted the people she cared about to feel like they mattered. Her feet carried her quickly to her next destination. It was a bit far off, but she was excited. Heart pounded like a drum inside her chest as she approached a specific building. It was there that she knew she’d be able to see him. Aerith opened the door to the tall edifice and stepped in, emerald orbs scanned the room. It was in the shadows that she spotted exactly whom she wanted to see.

                          “Hey! I brought you something,” She started shouting, pausing only to step closer to the body she knew so, well. “Consider it a gift to honor our friendship.”  There’s a bit of inflection in her words. She’s teasing him -- and her little, devious smile makes it obvious. She could be a true she-devil when she felt like it. Still, her hand digs into the basket full of lilies and pulls out an arranged bouquet. It’s fairly simple, but it’s easy to tell that she put a lot of care into it.

                                                  “Do you like it?”

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[cultivatxr]

@warskies​ whispered: “ will you ever forgive me? ”

                           ⚔ the princess bride sentence starters ⚔ - [Accepting!!]

She made a point of keeping herself busy as the question lingered, hanging so ominously in the floral scented air of the church. It was a strange thing to ask of her, especially in the here and now - but truthfully the slum dweller wasn’t sure what response he really needed her to say. In Aerith’s mind it wasn’t even up for debate, there was no need to hold grudges, no need to cling to the bittersweet sting of pain when so much joy had been wrought from his continued existence. There was no cardinal sin here; no grand travesty for which she would eternally see him damned. He was just a victim of circumstance; a boy turned man that had been caught up in a sequence of events well beyond his control.

“You’re a bit stuffed if I say no, aren’t you?” There’s humour in the way she bites back, far quicker and sharper than she might’ve been some years prior, but it’s only to alleviate the tension that sat so cloyingly in the space between them. She couldn’t deny that the silence had hurt, that his prolonged absence had triggered countless nights of worry and despair - but what did it matter, now that the wanderer had returned? Why tarnish that one slither of good with memories of all that had come before? It was kinder to cling to joy; to grasp at the good in the world rather than dwell and drown in the bad.

The brunette sighed, emerald eyes flicking up to greet Zack as she plucked a flower from its earthy confines to twirl it between her finger and thumb. “I can’t blame you for something that wasn’t your fault.” The admission was plain, a no frills depiction of both the psychology and philosophy of forgiveness that ran so effortlessly through those ancient veins. “There’s nothing there to forgive.” It’s an act of compassion; an unnecessary gift of absolution, but if he needed it, it was there. Much like the heart she had once offered him so freely and without restraint; her friendship would always be unconditional.

“But if you really need the closure…” Aerith sought to bridge the gap between them, footsteps carrying her forward just enough to offer him the bloom held aloft between dirt streaked fingertips. “…here. Consider it a peace offering.” I’ll always forgive you.

[strifeborn-a]

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      His head feels heavy ( to be frank, his  everything  feels heavy ), like he’s being held down by sludge, slowly being dragged into the depths of something whose bottom he can’t even fathom. What he’ll find at the bottom, he doesn’t know and has no inclination to find out; he has someone here, someone that needs him to resurface...someone that’s been dragging his dead weight around for far too long. 

       His fingers twitch, and the sludge loosens its grip. He clenches his fist, and it releases his arms. He attempts to plant his feet on the ground, and suddenly he can swim. He lifts his head, and he breaks the surface.

      Cloud bears down on Zack’s shoulder, using it to right himself with a furrowed brow, the simple action taking more out of him that he’d ever care to admit, his breathing heavy. When he speaks, his voice is broken and hoarse. ❛ S...sorry...can we...rest for a sec? ❜

[hatredheld]

​     “ When all of this is over, I may abandon Shinra. ”

Leaning against the wall, he looks over at Zack. Sure, he may have just sprung a lot on him- but Sephiroth was never one for subtlety. They’d been through a lot, so why not retire while he was ahead?

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[brokeniisms]

🍟

Send 🍟 to steal one of my muse’s fries. Thief.

     ❛ What are you… ❜ Zack moved in and picked up one of his fries with his mouth, leaving Cloud in awe. His cheeks puffed as he moved his food closer to himself. ❛ This is my snack… if you wanna share, you have to ask. ❜