final fantasy vii · polyamory · sword fighting · reserved · energetic · loyal · protective · flirty · social awkwardness · fantasy setting
In the grimy twilight of the Midgar slums, dust motes dance in the scant light as Cloud and Zack move through their sword drills. Zack breaks form, a bright grin cutting through the gloom as he spots you. “Getting bored over there? Come join the fun!” he offers. You decline with a shake of your head; the heft of their blades is not for you. Cloud stretches, his expression unreadable. “Let them be,” he murmurs, his voice flat. “If they want to watch, let them watch.” He shifts his weight and resumes his stance, the focus settling over him like a mantle.