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[talesfantastic]

Less SOLDIER More Solder | Rod & Cloud

@yeahinmyhead gave me DEALER'S CHOICE, and I'm giving her Rod The Bladestar, from Threads of Fate -- FF7 AU -- you can find him here.

Things happened on Gaia. Strange, otherworldly things. The whole 'almost wiped out by a meteor' thing came to mind. That was... something.

Yeah. Something.

Rod took refuge in his weapon design, in the precision of the pencil, clean lines bringing his visions to something tangible. And then, pummeling it into shape, breathing life into it with the fire of the forge and the power of the bellows, quenched and beaten until finally--

"Oh, you're beautiful," Rod whispered, admiring the battle scythes he'd just finished. "Golden Gale... perfection."

He stepped out of the forge and held them up to shine in the light. They really were gorgeous pieces and they made his heart sing.

Of course now he needed something more complex. He needed a challenge.

He let his hair down for a moment, the thick red curtain falling down to midback as he chugged a hydration mix. You sweat like crazy doing this. Motion caught him out of the corner of his eye and he turned, tipping his head to listen to the sound of a motorcycle fast approaching.

Maybe his challenge was about to find him.

[wingsdreamt]

@yeahinmyhead | from here (x)

Cloud almost always lets him win where matters that might potentially threaten his life are not involved. Understandable and also frustrating, but they’re still working through that one. He can feel Cloud shifting in his seat, gathering himself, and bending under the weight of his perfectly good suggestion.

“Deal!” 

When it suits him, Zack demonstrates that he is perfectly capable of waiting patiently off to one side until Cloud finally pushes back in his seat. He hasn’t quite figured out what their new normal is going to look like, but it isn’t going to involve him twiddling his thumbs while Cloud works himself into the ground. 

On the other hand, ‘waiting’ also means turning right around, digging into their wardrobe to gather clothes in some semi-reasonable order of magnitude, locating a suitable bag that could be stuffed into Fenrir’s panniers for the trip up to the nearest air ship liftoff pad, and doing all of the above with a general sense of haste. 

They have no time to waste, and Cloud already said yes! There’s also the possibility that the tickets expire by the time they got there since he last glanced at the fine print, but that part isn’t important enough to mention right now.

“Do you want to bring this shirt or that shirt?” Zack pauses, then straightens away from the open drawer with a wooden expression. “I don’t know why I bothered asking, knowing all your shirts are the same color.”

[dxnzelstrife]

Ruffles his hair. @yeahinmyhead

Do whatever you want to my muse and get a reaction.

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It was early. Far too early for Denzel to feel like being awake. His brain was putting the repeated nagging thought to return to his bed and slip under the warm covers. But no. Reality called and he needed to be up for school. It was when he trudged down the steps to the main floor that he felt himself bump into something...squishy?

Walls didn't feel like that. Giving Cloud a blink and a mumbled 'morning' once he looked up, Denzel could felt a hand on his head ruffling his hair.

Did it make him feel a bit more awake? Yes, it did. Could Denzel have probably handled it better at a later time of day? Also yes. Instead of going to the table, the boy just stood still and leaned as best he could into the blond's chest as if Cloud were some sort of physical human wall blocking his path. "...I don't wanna be out of bed. Is it Saturday yet?"

[grieverled]

` 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤,  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝   —   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭.

( … ) He shouldn’t be all that surprised that even with the experience,  the skill’s carefully accumulated,  slip ups were bound to happen.  He doesn’t notice it,  not at first   —   Heartless in particular bear a very distinct smell to them when they dissipated back into darkness,  something not quite-blood like but uncomfortably similar.

As he   &&.   @yeahinmyhead head back into the more populated part of the Gardens, that stubborn metallic scent refuses to leave.  It’s subtle,  but it lingers.  Adrenaline hiding an injury?  Possibly — it wouldn’t be the first time, he curses under his breath,  checking himself over with a pinched furrow forming between darkened brows.

But the gun-blader finds nothing.  No telling aches,  no sudden sting to announce where flesh was rendered or bruised.  Ust the usual scuffing of dirt from where he’d needed to roll    &&.   dodge,  but nothing else.  Nose twitching in some confusion,  sharpened glacial sights flit to his companion as the pair slow their pace.

Or rather,  he slows his,  Cloud following the brunet with a short sound of either muted annoyance or confusion.  Studying the other swordsman with thinned eyes,  moving in close in fixated scrutiny,  he manages to find a possible source.  There’s blood at the edge of Cloud’s mouth,  more of it blooming in a grim display along the shirt covering his side.  Reaching up in stormy thought,  he surmises it’s not  …  life threatening,  at the very least,  brushing away the bit of scarlet that hadn’t dried over just yet.

` ❝ Strife — how bad? ❞

It’s short,  clipped,  but his tone is quiet in worry,  gunmetal greys flitting up to study the blonde.  When he lifts his shirt,  Leon takes a step back,  pinched frown present as he hums.  Cloud doesn’t seem all that bothered by it,  that misting bewilderment ever present as he looks back his way with a half shrug   &&.   piss-poor attempt to reassure.

Arching a brow,  Leon’s head tilts,  a brief but no less vivid expression all but screaming ‘Are you serious?’  as he softly scoffs with a shake of his head.

` ❝ ‘Nothing to worry about’ my ass.  Cloud   —   look at your shirt. ❞

Leaning to the side,  he gestures pointedly to the now covered wound,  mouth drawing together in a thinned line as he glances back in the direction he knew Merlin’s was.  Aerith was usually their best bet for healing on a whim   —   but glancing back over,  he didn’t know if the other was willing to get fussed   &&.  potentially fawned over.  But still  …   leaving such an injury,  ‘SOLDIER healing’  be damned…

` ❝ Please don’t tell me you handle a lot of your other injuries that way. ❞

` ＊ CONTINUED THREAD.

[leoninewarrior]

leoninewarrior: “ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

@yeahinmyhead​

Cloud gave the other fighter a less than amused look in return, finding no humor in the current situation. Instead he gave a huff, returning to wrapping Squall's arm, "That's what you get for doing something stupid."

"I was rescuing kittens, Strife. Kittens. You're going to give me a hard time about that?" The brunet does his best to stay still while Cloud applies a simple dressing over the plethora of claw marks that stretch all the way up along the bare portion of his forearm. "I even thought about naming one of them after you."

[rebelichor]

@yeahinmyhead | X

Ariadne shuffled awkwardly, an attempt to take up even less space as though she were trying to absorb herself into the wall. Orientation weeks on campus were supposed to be about finding new footing. While most hit the ground running with their new freedom, she faltered.

She didn’t have excellent social skills. That is, her time in high school had been plagued by persistent bullying, something that scarred her ability to network or make friends.

Then there was the fact of her age. While some people had taken a gap year, she graduated high school and moved straight onto college. Problem being her birthday fell in December. No one really wanted to rub elbows with a seventeen year old... though at least her age was invisible, for the most part.

When another round of group activities were rattled off Ariadne couldn’t stomach it anymore. She turned, kept her head down, and simply walked out.

[holyguardian]

@yeahinmyhead | plotted starter

The whole event was a cocktail of clout chasing and cash cows. It had been hyped up as the place to be for weeks, marketing had well-earned their money though she suspected the poor fucks had been underpaid to push most of the budget towards appearance fees.

It truly was an all-star opening for the Colosseum — a mishmash between competitive gaming and crowd-influenced decisions. Televised, of course.

There were A-listers, megastars of the stage and a lot of sports people who she didn’t know.

“Don’t tell me.” Aerith struck-up conversation with one such person who she had never seen before. “You play tennis?” It was a dangerous game, one where she ran the risk of hurting the pride and feelings of those who wanted their name and faces to be known.

But she was the lead guitarist for AVALANCHE. That meant even if people recognised her face, and could pick where she was from, most couldn’t think of her pretty name or wrong-named her as Tifa.

[badassbarmaid]

"It's ok. I've got you. "

soft caring sentence compilation

Tifa felt numb from the waist down, her vision murky as she heard Cloud’s voice. But...what about Marlene...? It was the only thing on her mind - that precious little girl. Her charge. And now she was just...gone.

“MARLENE!”

Her head ached, everything that she could feel giving her the impression that she was hurt badly. Tifa had enough in her to notice Cloud’s usually stoic face scrunched in concern.

Falling back into his arms, she closed her eyes. You’re late, Cloud...