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to anybody who followed my blog at any other time for any other reason: i am truly sorry.

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the excitement would build up to the predestined day – although time has never really had a meaning in the wars between titans, the warriors would take at heart to remind each other about it and even more so to remember their birthdays, which took more effort than most fights to come to terms with their own identities and beings.

seated around a small fire, cloud is between being the center of the attention and not at all, all for the sake of his own being as their companions have learned his ways around such a strong-willed guardian. it is a restful moment as they laugh their moments away, zidane entertaining the small crowd gathered as lightning seems more than confused about his comedy genius and the warrior of light exhales a small chuckle at the scene. yuna’s fingers curl around the small item in her palm and as attention gets detained by the ensemble, eyes meet with cloud’s with an understanding sign ( one they seemed to have practised often before, in an unexpected language that has been building up between the two ) they take a couple of steps away, walking side by side in an initial silence that sounds comforting. a hint of a smile begins on her lips, her hands joined at her front as cloud asks if anything is wrong in a worrying tone ever so careful of her reactions – she turns to face him now, head tilting slightly to the side as her earring clinks against her shoulder. ❝ i have something i want to give to you, ❞ for a moment it seems harder to swallow whatever is stuck in the back of her throat – her heart speeds up suddenly, a double beat that she did not expect but one she welcomes as she faces cloud and her own reflection in his clear eyes. linked hands go forward closed in prayer, palm almost perfectly against palm as something visibly creates an obstacle for such thing to happen between the skins. yuna opens her hands then, her fingers interlacing with each other’s empty spaces and a small piece of jewelry is revealed: at first glance, it may seem very familiar, as familiar as yuna’s earring - although its colors seem to be off at the comparison; it is definitely something related to her own though perhaps a tad smaller and in this case it appears to be in the shape of a handmade lucky charm that follows the pattern of her own in order of shapes. the black, grey and blue small stones come one after another in a handcrafted attempt to be covered with an encrypted moon designed over the larger parts as it ends closed by a hairy tail made of cloth strings. a sudden anxiety sensation washes over her – perhaps one of it not looking as good as the effort she put in it? – as it breaks into a full visage smile, ❝ sorry for the secret, i hope i can make up for it? ❞ it is rather uncharacteristic for her to keep anything from cloud, especially with how they would often check in on each other, reassuring one another of wounds that were not as on the surface as physical ones gained from battles back to back, and although they still had their own personal borders, they tiptoed around them safely, making sure to heal at own’s pace.

HERE WE GO. // ACCEPTING.

                  . : It’s surprising when fingers brush red hair away from her face, when large hands move to the back of her neck, cupping her neck between large palms. “– Town.” A whisper of words before lips meet her own. She hasn’t been kissed in awhile, not since Woody’s last visit home, not since he last kissed her goodbye. Aspen tastes like earth after rain, like pine and river water. She tastes like nature, it’s a taste that will stain his lips the same way her lipstick will. He tastes exactly how she’d expect; like mint and cigarette smoke.                    . : She is the first to pull back, tilting her head away from him, a hand pressing to his chest, guiding him away from her.”Jesus, Mack!.” She shoves him then, not too hard, just enough to make room between them, just enough so she can take in air without the smell of him. Her instincts tell her to push him again, HARDER. Push him HARDER, prove a fucking point ! She doesn’t, instead she takes a step back, cards a hand through her hair, watching him with wide eyes. “Why the fuck would you do that?!”