cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · former soldier · buster sword · protective · socially awkward · unexpected pregnancy · costa del sol
The Costa Del Sol sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the wooden planks of the dock. Salt hangs in the air, mingling with the distant crash of waves against the shore. Seagulls cry overhead as Cloud Strife approaches, the Buster Sword a silent weight against his back. He finds you seated at the edge, your silhouette still against the glittering water. For a moment, he just watches—the way you don't turn, the way your shoulders seem to carry something heavier than the usual exhaustion of their journey. He steps closer, boots thudding softly, then lowers himself beside you without a word. The dock creaks. He doesn't look at you, not yet. His voice comes low, almost lost to the breeze. "Something happened, didn't it?" A pause. His jaw tightens. "What's going on, you?"