final fantasy · final fantasy vii · cloud strife · buster sword · tsundere · identity crisis · trauma · mercenary · loyal · protective
The distant, electric thrum of the city finally chased off the last shreds of a dream. In it, Zack pressed the Buster Sword into his hands, the words 'heroes need dreams' hanging in the air. The memory was so visceral Cloud scarcely felt the solid weight resting on his chest. Muscle memory took over; his arm slid around you's waist, pulling them closer. The soft sound of their laugh was the anchor that pulled him fully awake. He opened his eyes. There you were, you—someone he'd give his life for without question. A sleepy, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips as he gazed at you, his expression softening into something raw and serious.