lionhearted

    Hmm. Maybe he shouldn’t have added in that ‘specifically him’ part, but it’s already out of his mouth. Maybe it would be a better idea to just - get it out in the open. Get Squall to reject whatever he’s feeling and just be done with it and close the chapter on this very weird and very u uncomfortable private book. Zell sighs again -

    Before he’s thrown to the front of the car and the air knocked straight out of his lungs. The car behind them - it’s been hit. If they had been in it, they’d be dead, no question. Zell fights for composure, everything before instantly disappearing from his mind with only only focus now - his and Squall’s survival.

   “Squall!” Zell fights his body for balance before he’s flung around further like a rag-doll. Squall was on the ground a few feet away, shifted to one side of his body. He doesn’t even hear himself yell, just that his throat felt raspy due to it. The duelist is at the Commander’s side in heart-beat, one hand grounding to the floor and the other firmly clasped on Squall’s arm. The door - they should get out of here and to another cart, right?! It’s too dangerous to stay here, or even on this train. “Yo, we gotta move, man-” 

       the sudden jerk of the SeeD cabin sends squall careening into the nearby bunk beds before he has the chance to process zell’s words. he crashes into the frame and the side of his body absorbs most of the blow, but his head isn’t spared; he both heard and felt his skull slam against the metal.

          the feel of the blow combined with the ringing in his ears from the sound of the explosion leave him feeling as though his head is submerged under water. everything is muffled and he feels off balance as he collapses to the ground. when he rolls to his side, he realizes another injury and immediately turns to his other side - a broken arm. the weight of his frame crushing the left side of his body into the bed frame must’ve caused it. a groan escapes him - realization of the injury makes the pain wash over him.

       squall!

       even with sound muffled, the familiar syllables of his name brings his attention to zell who’s leaning over him. the rest of his words aren’t quite discernible. and his vision is to blurred for lip reading. especially since zell has grabbed his broken arm so tightly. the pain from that was blinding it it of itself. the whole attack had caught him so off guard and injured him in such a noticeable way that the usual sense of survival and adrenaline that would keep him moving is struggling to kick in. get it together, get up...get up! he’s berating himself. they have to move. their car could be next.

@feirnweh​ asked:  ⌚  Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

@fistsfromhell​ sent a question from this meme: ❓ : what’s a life lesson your muse has learnt , becoming a turning point , from the most unlikely place , situation or person ?

        [  my answer is exactly what you’re expecting it to be: it’s okay to rely on and lean on others. there’s a chance they’ll go away, but that’s okay, and it’s okay to be afraid of that. but it’s also okay to hold on to appreciate the people in your life. they’re there for you, so be there for them and don’t be afraid of them.

@fistsfromhell​ sent something from THIS meme:  ‘ i’m just trying to connect with you ’

@fistsfromhell​ sent something from THIS meme:  “ you think I’m so clumsy that I need someone to watch over me ? ” 

a random ask from @fighterhcrt​ !!

there was a rosy hue dusting the apples of her cheeks as she approached him, ’ i just wanted to apologise for being a little absent… ’ business had gotten in the way of spending time with him & she felt the butterflies in her stomach the moment she saw his face. biting down on her lower lip as she timidly stepped closer, she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering there for a moment. pulling away but keeping close, she tenderly grabbed his hand and tilting her head. ’ forgive me? ’

          he’s wiping the bartop down when tifa approaches him. her absence had been noted, but not held against her. obligations and the work she gets up to outside of 7th Heaven are her own, and squall doesn’t consider himself to have any right to say anything about it considering all she’s done for him in these past months. squall hangs the rag on the edge of the sink before facing her and shaking his head, as if to say ‘it’s fine’. 

          it would be poetic to say that it all happened so quickly that squall was barely aware of the kiss until their lips met, but that would be untrue. from the moment tifa began to lean up to the moment she pulled away, squall was acutely aware of every second that passed. it feels strange to be kissing her. to be at peace. to not, for this moment, be worried about anything. it feels undeserved in a strange way. like he shouldn’t have been allowed to find this magical pocket of the universe away from ultimecia’s touch.

   she could remember the day it happened  —— the void around her feet , that shifted and pooled around her , coaxed her body and spirit to seek newer canopies , newer  canvasses  to paint a dream of flora.   in another lifetime , she would be alive.  in another timeline , she would not heed the sweet invitations of death.

   she looked at her hands.  they were shifting , it seemed , or it was her soul settling into her body , after the traveling.

  before her was a darkness unlike any other —— she’d never seen this before ;  midgar was a fortress of its own , but this was different  ; a castle  upon a floating , jagged rock.  unnaturally shaped and mystifying to her.  the moon decided to show itself after a veil of grey shifted past it , and there it was. it would have been a beautiful mess of steel grey and velvet , yet it was marred by the glint of large silver , shaped into chains  wrought from anger that held the castle in place.

   she followed the trail , yet it was the voice of a man snapped her back to attention. dead?

   her first  instinct was to help.  ❛ what do you mean? ❜ her mind was rattled by questions , but she needed to  understand  the next steps to take. she approached him , nearly hesitant to touch his shoulder. ❛ are you hurt? i can heal. ❜

        "the sorceress will kill you. she kills everything....”

        unless she finds something interesting and amusing about her prey. then they become a plaything. something she keeps around to torment for her own amusement. such is a fate he wishes on no one in this world.

           he claws into the dirt beneath him, as a sudden surge of pain washes over him like an ocean wave. the taste of blood in his mouth is sharp, and all to familiar. he’s injured, but the sorceress will heal him. because she doesn’t like broken toys. and so he stands, shakily, jaw clenched.