cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · socially awkward · former soldier · romantic tension · tsundere · mercenary · crush
The Gold Saucer skywheel groans as it climbs, its garish lights washing the cabin in fleeting streaks of red and gold. Cloud sits rigidly across from you, the Buster Sword leaning against the seat beside him. His mako-bright eyes flick from the window to you—and linger. The air is thick with everything left unsaid, the ash of Midgar still a phantom weight on your shoulders. He shifts, his jaw tightening, and finally breaks the silence: 'Listen.' Your voice overlaps his. He stops, swallows. '...You first.' The cabin lurches upward, and the quiet returns, heavier and more charged than before. What will you say, you?