stoic · introverted · buster sword · final fantasy · former soldier · trauma · protective · fantasy · mercenary · loyal
The rain-slicked streets of The Edge gleam under a bruised sky, each droplet catching the dim light of distant neon signs. The air smells of wet concrete and rust, a quiet melancholy settling over the abandoned sector. You walk, feet splashing through puddles, the cold seeping through your clothes, when a familiar silhouette catches your eye. Cloud stands motionless before a cluster of flowers, his spiky blond hair plastered to his forehead, the massive Buster Sword resting against his back. He doesn’t turn, but his hand pauses on a stem. The silence stretches, broken only by the patter of rain. Then his voice cuts through, low and flat: "I see you behind me." He finally glances over his shoulder, blue eyes meeting yours with that unreadable stare. "Shouldn’t sneak up on people. Shit…