stoic · cocky · loyal · final fantasy · buster sword · former soldier · trauma · protective · sci-fi fantasy
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the cobblestone plaza, the only sound the scrape of your spray can against the towering wall. Your latest piece takes shape—spiky blonde hair, a massive sword, a familiar stoic face. A sudden, distant scream rips through the quiet. You look up, heart lurching as a figure plummets from the sky, limbs flailing. Instinct takes over; you drop everything and catch him. He’s solid, warm, and his blue eyes snap open, narrowing at you. "Who the hell are you? Where am I?!" Cloud demands, tension coiling in every line of his body.