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              EXPRESSION  BLANCHED ‘PON CRUDE RETORT;  palm wavering in mock of both scandalized  &  irritation. the teens P.E.T  resting within mangled palm feels rather light in notion. a huff of ire  &  thus she stands firm. Response bound on lip only to be disrupted from teens sudden movement  --   choosing an option of combat then mockery ‘pon vocals.  Korriana is quick  /    pulling outstretched limb back in means to avoid the teen’s grab    ---   reaction comes late however having been distracted by crude call of her choice of clothing.    (  the firm pull of weight is familiar  -   action eased to flow ‘gainst  )       she responds in turn   ---     limbs shifting to abide balance  &  gravity.  her grip turns within teens own.    /     grasping wrist in bruising force before raising right leg upwards.   strike towards torso is blocked  --   force sending her to tighten limb from movement.         ‘  you know brat ---  ‘        a snarl laced toxic with venom,   momentum is taken  /   rebounded by vaulting self above Net-Savior with practiced eased.  grasp tighten on boys wrist before roughly shoving him aside.  puff of breath.  free palm swipes to detangle noir tresses from eyepatch.        ‘  you’ve got some damn balls to attack me when i’m just tryin’a give you an easy choice.   ‘      securing the boy’s  P.E.T  she admits is difficult when the boy can quickly raise himself from her push.  she finds it aggravating to know she’ll have to place the boys navi near her empty  P.E.T   (  she considers it a mere blessing that she had locked acess to the PET  before hand.  in case of course the troublesome feathered navi wanted to slip into the dark PET.  )  

        “ we are all someone’s monster, ” he says and it’s ... what ? an admission ? a question disguised by conviction and folded arms ? however, there is one thing that cloud does know, that doesn’t dare pass his lips: but not you --- you’re an exception. where he may be her undoing, she will never be his. it wasn’t something that took long to realize.

                       ❛    ---  if  you  could  ...  could  erase  one  person  from  your  memory  completely  ...  would  you  do  it  ?    ❜  eyes  dissent  gaze  from  the  other’s  countenance  ,  a  frown  crawling  to  chapped  lips  .    ❛    is  it  even  worth  ...  remembering  anything  ?   ❜

goddamn. if they don’t have the fucking snapple her and brian  (  more importantly  her  )  wants, we might see annabelle elizabeth pop a gasket.  she goes through the electronic, sliding doors that serve as the entrance for the establishment, grabbing a green basket. she walks through like she owns the place  --  like she has a  mission.

she thinks it’s aisle two...  --  she’s  right.

❝  don’t give up on me now, publix. ❞  a deep inhale and she takes a step into the aisle, looking along the right side at the shelves upon shelves of products. hmm..  ocean spray, gatorade, caprisun, welch’s   --  ❝  oh! ❞  a jump, excited hands grabbing at an eight pack to then bring it to her chest, looking over the label.  ❝   blah, blah, blah  --  snapple, okay, good, but what flavor-- iced peach tea, oh my god, bless the lord. ❞   -- but she decides to put the case back and get a few big bottles.

she’s just about to walk away, eyes curious as they linger on the labels of other drinks. she can get a little carried away with the juices sometimes.  having just taken a single step back, she immediately finds herself hopping forward, attempting to get off the heels of this person she’s now absentmindedly bumped into.  ❝  oh, shit -- i’m sorry -- ❞   she turns, then then immediately smiles,  ❝  hey! holy shit, it’s been, like..  awhile.  ❞

          aloy’s bowstring is pulled taut, arrow closely following a wandering fox. her stomach is nearly growling as she itches toward releasing her ammunition----- but now is not the time. just a little more. she can almost hear rost in her ear, telling her that patience is the most valuable quality one can possess. a little more...

                    there.

          her fingers let go, and the arrow flies straight into the animal----- just as another arrow punctures it from a different angle. in bewilderment, she stands up from her crouched position and makes her way over to the kill, bow in hand and eyes wandering to find this mystery shooter.

@taciturnrebel​​ said: ღ to help my muse wash up (whether it be their hair, body, some blood off their hands, etc.) right bCk at u

        her death had not been beautiful. it had not been poetic. it had not been deserved. it had been bloody, gruesome. his hands, though covered by gloves, had been soaked by that red ichor; it had stained his clothing, his face, reached his arms. not even the waters within the city could wash it away when he’d lain aerith’s body to rest.

        after he’d been ... silent. angry. falling into old habits. he looked like he’d come straight out of a fight and, really, he had. jenova∙life had appeared to complement his horror, draining him long before he’d forced himself to say goodbye to --- someone he’d loved deeply. cloud would’ve carried on that way, pushing forward and seeing nothing, to find somewhere to curl up and never move again. this was his fault, no matter how much anyone said otherwise.

         but as they made it to icicle inn, the party insisted on resting. of course, cloud had protested. they needed to recover the black materia as soon as possible. yet, his objections came to a stop when squall --- squall of all people --- suggested that he get cleaned up ( though it was less of a suggestion and more of an order and cloud didn’t take anyone else’s orders ) and all but strong - armed him into a washroom at the inn. it was embarrassing.

        “ i’m not a damned kid. i can wash --- ” the blood. her blood. the remnants of his failure. could he every really wash it away ? are sins ever forgiven ? sitting next to the sink, his gloves soaking, squall carefully taking a rag to his arms and face ... cloud wasn’t sure. all he knew was this taint. everything was red. i will never deserve forgiveness.

        “ ... i’m not worthy of your help. ” cloud refused to --- no, couldn’t --- meet squall’s gaze, mako eyes fixed on that rhythmic scrubbing that never seemed to end. and even when he moved on to another area, it was like nothing had changed. it was still there. he smelled it. he tasted it.

        a tremor - addled hand moved to push the other’s away, but cloud couldn’t summon the strength to do more than just lay it atop squall’s. “ i ... ” lips opened, closed, and all that left him, ultimately, was a shaky sigh.

@highgear​ said: "i’ll never forget you.” / @speedance

        “ sounds like a loss on your part., ” came his deadpan response, mako eyes glinting in the dim light. if cloud were anyone else, he may’ve laughed. why the hell was roche so stuck on him when there were surely better opponents ? not to mention, he didn’t really care for this rivalry when he had a shit ton of scores to settle. what a drag.