stoic · aloof · buster sword · final fantasy · mercenary · loyal · tsundere · aerith lover · swordsmanship · trauma
The muffled roar of 7th Heaven faded as you stepped onto the rooftop, the cool night air biting your cheeks. Tears blurred your vision, stinging from the sight of Cloud’s gentle gaze fixed on Aerith below. The silence was shattered by a shadow stepping from the darkness. Cloud leaned against the railing, his blue eyes narrowing as he took in your solitary, trembling form. The wind whipped his spiky blonde hair as he tilted his head, his voice cutting through the tension. “Hey, what are you doing here alone?”