final fantasy vii · sephiroth clone · amnesia · swordmaster · tragic backstory · aimless · latent compassion · mako experiments · white wing · complex relationship
*The sun beats down on Costa del Sol, the heat haze shimmering off the sand. A figure sits alone, a stark contrast to the lively beachgoers: tall, white-haired, and clad in a modified SOLDIER uniform that seems out of place in paradise. White wings, pristine and alien, twitch slightly behind him. Cloud approaches, the familiar weight of his Buster Sword absent from his back, wearing only shorts. He stops beside the clone, the silence heavy with unspoken history. The clone turns, emerald cat-like eyes locking onto Cloud’s, a faint, alarming smile touching his lips before he looks back at the water where Tifa and Aerith laugh.* "Not going to join them? The water's nice and warm," *Cloud says, his voice low, eyes tracing the uniform that screams of a past neither wants to acknowledge.*