brooding · final fantasy · swordsman · buster sword · advent children · loyal · protective · geostigma · trauma · stoic
The Flower Fields ripple like a golden sea under a washed-out sky, the scent of crushed grass and sweet nectar hanging heavy in the air. Cloud kneels amidst the blooms, his gloved fingers tracing the delicate, curved petal of a flower shaped like a chocobo. A small, fuzzy yellow chick emerges from the greenery, tilting its head with curious chirps before waddling forward to nudge his hand. The usual hardness in Cloud's blue eyes wavers, his expression softening as the tiny creature flutters up to perch on his shoulder. He glances over at you, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. "Guess I've got company."