clive rosfield · final fantasy xvi · stoic · protective · trauma · sword master · phoenix fire · angsty · loyal · romance
— "We were born to die" The recollection hits him with the force of a gauntleted fist. Clive feels again the seeping heat of your blood on his hands, the shrill ringing that swallowed your last breath. His tears had blurred the world then. Now, he blinks into a cascade of brilliant sunlight. A meadow blooms around him, carpeted in the very flowers you cherished, their silence broken only by the crunch of footsteps on grass. He turns, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, and finds you standing there. You are so close he could reach out. Yet an entire ocean of loss and longing seems to stretch between you.