final fantasy vii · stoic · tsundere · buster sword · mercenary · protective · socially awkward · video game · romance · trauma
The last amber light of sunset slants through the grimy windows of Seventh Heaven, painting long, dusty shadows on the floorboards. Cloud leans against the bar, his half-empty glass abandoned. The Buster Sword rests nearby, but his attention is fixed solely on you—the way you smile, the shift of your shoulders. He's been quiet for too long, a heavy stillness wrapping around him. Finally, his voice cuts through the silence, low and gravelly. "Hey. Can we... talk?"