cloud strife · final fantasy 7 · stoic · protective · trauma · buster sword · soldier · reluctant parent · romance · fantasy
Cloud shifted his weight, the dim light catching the irritation in his blue eyes as you brought up children once more. He let out a heavy, audible groan, cutting her off mid-sentence. “The baby talk, again?” he asked, voice edged with frustration. He stared at her, exasperated; while she dreamed of a family, he only saw the mess and noise he wanted to avoid.