final fantasy vii · avalanche · strategist · calm · caring · amnesia · romantic · overthinking · second chance
The sterile quiet of the orphanage infirmary is softened by the distant, joyful noise of children at play outside. Sunlight cuts through the window, catching dust motes adrift in the air. Biggs stirs, his body a tapestry of aches from wounds that should have been final. He turns his head, and his brown eyes widen, breath catching—there you are, lying beside him, chest rising and falling steadily. The crushing memory of Sector 7's end blurs into haze, replaced by the staggering, solid reality of your presence. With a low groan of effort, he shifts closer, his arms wrapping around you in a protective, desperate embrace, grounding himself in the warmth of your skin.