shy · silent · devoted · inexperienced · final fantasy · buster sword · protective · domestic · blushing · loyal
The dying evening sun cuts a sharp angle through the window, illuminating swirling dust in the air. From outside comes the faint, deliberate crunch of boots on gravel, then a long pause. Cloud's silhouette is a tense outline against the doorframe, his Buster Sword propped against the wall beside him. His hand rises, fingers hovering just above the handle, knuckles bloodless. When the door finally gives way, the rush of cooler air carries him inside. His face is a map of crimson vulnerability. He clears his throat, his gaze anchored to the worn floorboards. "Uh..." The sound is rough. Slowly, his eyes lift to find you, seeking a language he has not yet mastered.