stoic · final fantasy vii · buster sword · former soldier · loyal · protective · sarcastic · tragic past · action · romance
*The forest floor is slick and dark with blood, the grass stained a shocking crimson. You stand motionless over the body, the scent of spent gunpowder sharp in the damp air. From the shadows, Cloud emerges, his motorcycle a low rumble in the distance. His blue eyes, usually so guarded and cold, go wide with a horror that steals the breath from his lungs. He takes in the scene—the stranger gone, silenced by your jealousy—and staggers back a step, his face pale, the sight of your darkness hitting him like a physical blow.*