LET'S MOSEY.

@strfe​.

the blonde sized the other up, trying to get a gauge of just what it was he had been hearing a commotion over. that big sword was something, but this was the guy who was the talk of the town in the colosseum? he recognized his outfit as definitely something out of shinra, but he didn’t look all that impressive.

             ❝ hey – you’re cloud, right? ❞ he asked, hands coming to rest at his hips. ❝ they keep talkin’ about you at the colosseum. say you’re pretty strong. ❞

    grudgingly slowing to a halt, he heaves a soft sigh;  figures,  it’s impossible to make such a spectacle of himself in front of so many people  &  go entirely unnoticed upon leaving the place. nestling a hand against his waist, cloud turns to the other with a quirked brow.  ‘ looks kind of odd ... ’  he ponders to himself;  digresses, because  who is he to talk ?  it sure isn’t every day some guy in SOLDIER get-up challenges corneo’s colosseum.

the amalgamation is just beginning for him ; the pulse of its cells come to life , awakening the new within him .     its ministrations begin to pluck at the very strings of his mind , influencing and gradually pulling him from his humanity .     the whispers are nothing foreign to him , naught but a mother’s loving voice to lure him .

wake up .

@strfe​ / starter

    CHILLING STONE STINGS  at his skin as he awakens, eyes jaded and full of sleep. it is with the furrow of his brow that they flicker open, slow. the voice that calls to him is one he associates with warmth  &  love and comfort, but as they reach his ears  (  ...  no,  they go straight to his brain, bleed into his mind like  an intrusion ) those feelings are distorted, uncomfortable. cloud twitches as she appears before him, just as she had looked all those years ago.

   in his current state,  detached  /  unravelling at the seams  /  confused by many things, but most of all, himself, he reaches to her   ——  TO IT   ——  and perhaps he knows that this isn’t her;  that this isn’t right, but he needs something to hold onto, and he misses her so much. misses the memories he can’t be sure are his own, but that he clings to all the same.

Your Result:

RAYMOND.

ur catchphrase: "i hate it here" probably depressed. probably gay. probably done with everyone and everything. you get dressed even when you don't have to leave the house and despite the fact that you are trying so hard, nobody else seems to be trying at all. hang in there, champ.

𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙰𝙻𝙻  𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚁’𝚂  𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴  when  it  comes  to  reading  the  room  ,  he  finds  himself  acutely  aware  of  the  tension  in   the  air  ;  can  sense  it  clinging  to  the  other’s  body  as  the  mercenary’s  expression  shifts  .  but  what  is  it  ?  surprise  ?  curiosity  ? interest  ?  discomfort  ?  hard  to  read  ,  this  one  . he  nearly  sighs   when  cloud  retreats  ever  so  slightly  from  his  face  ,  and  yet  …  could  that  be  ?  the  blooming  of  a  blush  upon  those  cheeks  ?  roche  would  laugh  loudly  with  delight  at  this  small  triumph  were  it  not   for  the  odd  inquiry  they  pose  ,  one  that  has  roche  laughing  shortly ;  quietly  through  his  nose  .

❝   what  about  me  makes  you  think  i  am  not  serious  ?  have  i  not  pursued  you  with  diligence  ?  after  all  …  what  kind  of  man  states  his  desires  …   ❞  a  pause  then  as  he  allows  a  gloved  finger  to  slowly  trace  the  mercenary’s  lips  .  ❝   …  and  does  not  allow  them  come  to  fruition  ?  i  call  such  things  cowardice  .  time  is  an  ephemeral  mistress  .  one  must  make  love  to  her  before  she  slips  between  your  fingers  .  and  so  i  shall  say  to  you  again : if  you  don’t  move  ,  i  shall  not  hesitate  to  kiss  you  .   ❞

    with discernible embarrassment, cloud wracks his brain for answers;  an answer as to what exactly is going through roche’s brain  /  where this had stemmed from  /  why on gaia  it had to be him of all people   ——  but he’s met with nothing. nothing, except a quiet chuckle on roche’s part. it has his brows twitching a little,  gaze fixed  upon the SOLDIER as though staring at him hard enough will dissuade the guy.  ‘ just move away ... ’  he thinks to himself,  &  it should be that easy. every bone in his body is trying to jump out of his skin;  every muscle tense and thought in his head scrambling for reasons  /  excuses, anything. 

A TRAGEDY PARTED ENTWINE WITH AN EPIC.  one four folded,  while the other is seven,  forever cracked at the waiting,  fleshy seams until there is final reprieve.  but they are not granted such,  neither he nor the disgraced prince who now stands before him.  more corpse than living.  more beast than man.  godly residue radiates from inside like a tendon mass of ichor and transcendent matter,  while the void between stars is filled with earth shattering white noise.  he …  remembers,  briefly.  so terribly briefly that it pained him for the only things that are worth coveting are ephemeral,  their caressing is blinking in a mere instance,  and yet he cannot give in,  he must hunger for this passion lest he be turned to true dust. 

not enough —no,  no !    never enough.  the stars,  they must mock me,  so in turn i sall kindly blindly and extinguish their light so they might not outshine you. 

❛   they sing your name like a prayer my friend.  they will remember you in song,  in poem,  in lament and still  …  these things,  they are empty to you,  are they not  ?  ❜   not quite docile but perhaps something fairer,  softer.  what is softness to zenos yae galvus ?  a lie  ?  a pleasant dream ?  how can he make something he has never truly understood nor experienced.  foolish. folly.  and yet,  he clings so readily on the false kinship he has built with his one and only other,  his only equal.  it is sad,  pathetic even.   eyes the colour of ice,  of pale sapphires whose hues have been all but run dry against the fading sunlight.  how strange they are when they are not sheathing metal and seeking to smear one another’s blood across the flowers.   ❛   you do not seek songs and glory,  you seek completion. ❜

    BEFORE THE BEAST HE IS STILL ,   but not by any means at ease. quite ironically, cloud ponders why it is that this awful dread pooling in his gut is devoured during battle, but obnoxious in its presence as they stand  &  talk as people would.  ‘ like people ’,  because neither of them truly are, anymore;  deep-seated turmoil and scorching  passion  wearing human skin, perhaps one of them more literally than the other. as zenos speaks of prayer and lament, cloud feels a weight settle upon his body. it’s true;  he cares not  about how others perceive him. couldn’t care less if when he’s gone families tell stories to their children of the warrior of light  /  of darkness, if they pray for his help as he still walks upon this earth or perhaps still after.

     “ ...  what i seek, ”  he begins, allowing the tired weight upon his eyelids to drag them closed. it would be easy to say something cliché  (  ——  something generic,  that a hero would be expected to say conversing with their respective antagonist  )  but he cannot. all he can think in that moment  /  all that meanders its way from a place of logic  &  down to his tongue, barely recognising as it moves that it's foolish,  dangerous,  to be honest with zenos yae galvus. that he is putting  far too much trust  in this man not to strike him down where he stands.  “ ... may not be songs and glory in my honour, but it is not completion. ”

❝   𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷  𝙲𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙴  ,   ❞  utters  the  SOLDIER  with  a  click  of  his  tongue  ,  an  amused  chuckle  following  thereafter  .  sure  we  are  ,  he  wishes  to  say .  you  simply don’t  know  it  yet  .

he’s   gotten  to  know  the  mercenary’s  demeanor  enough  to  know  it  can  be  sub  -  zero  at  best  …  despite  the  kindness  he  perceives  that  lies  below  the  surface  .  who  knows  ?  perhaps  it’s  nothing  more  than  wishful  thinking  ,  but  after  their  last  encounter  ,  something  about  this  mysterious  ex  -  SOLDIER  ,  down  to  that  aloof  attitude  ,  piques  his  interest  .  perhaps  he’s  been  bored  too  long  ──  lonely  enough  to  wonder  about  peculiar  people  far  more  than  he  should  in  the  first  place  .

still  …  cloud’s   inquiry  catches  even  the  ever  -  open  roche  unawares  ,  however  much  he  would  have  dared  to  share  about  himself  to  begin  with  .  the  fact  that  curiosity  came  from  cloud  himself  ,  is  enough  to  provoke  the  smallest  of  smiles  ,  growing  ever  fonder  as  he  allows  his  gaze  to  wander  .  perhaps  people  would  call  him  crazy  for  it  ,  but  the  midgar  slums  have  a  charm  all  their  own  ;  a  hidden  beauty  he  can’t  quite  describe  .  perhaps  it’s  nostalgia  clouding  his  vision  ──  years  of  no  longer  having  to  live  in  the  sector  5  slums  .  to  any  other  person  it’s  a  junkyard  disguised  as  civilization  ,  but  …  to  him  ,  it  will  always  be  home  .

❝   sector  5  ,  specifically  ,   ❞  he  responds  .   ❝   ‘lived  here  since  i  was  a  baby  with  my  mother  up  until  i  was  about  17  or  so  and  decided  to  become  a  SOLDIER  .   i  come  to  visit  here  and  then  .  sometimes  you   just  miss  the  little  things  .  simpler  times  …  you  know  ?   ❞

    ‘ tough ...  cookie ? ’  whatever.  his small frustration is sated as his acquaintance’s gaze trails elsewhere, at least for the moment. with a soft sigh through his nostrils, cloud allows himself to ease up a little;  forces his strained shoulders to settle,  &  leans back against the rusty plate of metal behind him. ‘ —— he doesn’t seem as though he intends to do me harm  just now ... ’  the mercenary ponders, blue-green eyes cautiously lingering on roche as he speaks. his inquiry had been borne of a foolish curiosity, but somehow, he still finds himself surprised;

    questioning  ——  why the enemy  is indulging him with an answer, never mind his company. as loathe as he is to admit it, roche’s words strike a chord within him.

    ‘ ... simpler times. ’  if that ain’t the truth.  he almost misses  the deep-seated loneliness;  the eyes boring into the back of his head  /  whispers behind his back. at least back then he had his mother. he had  (  ... honour  &  dreams ...  )   he was ignorant to just  how cruel  reality truly is. with lips pursed and brows furrowed, cloud catches himself staring at roche in silence. blinking once, he turns his head;  berates himself for becoming vulnerable.

music meme  /  spell out your url with song titles.

( S )  sanctuary  //  utada hikaru.  (  marrzaan remix  )  ( T )  the one  // slenderbodies. ( R )  revenge  &  a little more  //  unlike pluto. ( F )  fire  // pvris. ( E )  exxus  //  glass animals.