#ask tbt

@endaether asked: Pardon me you dropped this -picks up siggy-

Ah,   with   Clive   holding   her   up   Sigrika   feels   EXTRA   TALL.   "hehe,   it's   like   I'm   flying!   Like   a   BIRD!!!"

There is no note, but a pink flower symbol sits on the front.

The door to his city-assigned townhome opening, Cross, lethargy weighing his legs, took belabored steps through the entrance to begin his work for the day. His mind overcast with indistinct thoughts, the giftbasket nearly slipped under his periphery if not for the splash of pink shining a beacon of color thought his mind's fog. Stopping, he stared down at it, hesitating for a moment before crouching down to inspect the basket.

「Coffee?」

Gingerly, he cupped the basket in both hands and stood up, the wrapping crinkling lightly beneath his palms as he tilted it at various angles. He found no note or explanation, but the innocent, gentle hue of the flower symbol reminded him of the pinks in the Valentine's display he had seen. His thoughts connecting, he recalled Yuuji's words about the holiday: that it was a time for giving the people one admires and appreciates gifts.

Cross glanced around but found nobody in sight, and so his eyes dropped again to the gift. Within his chest, a small hope budded in his heart, and he smiled lightly.

yes!!! im not so sure about art bc i don't know abt the age gap either, but i think riff & andie r so interesting. i know they would conflict about how strong her morals are and his are... less so... but i think conflict is FUN (andie does not)

they had their training, they had their match; even if it was late by the time they were done, it was time to eat. and the locale gordie had taken her was almost empty, lights dim. either they were used to being the last place open, either they kept the lights on for him. she also knows why it was, all things considered, a good time: less people to see him. less people to bother him. less people to perform for. "you oughta relax," strelitzia plays with the last few beans on her plate, one of the only vegetarian dishes at bob's your uncle. "not sayin' you don't look tense now, but— well, actually, you always look kinda tense." "ever thought of lettin' loose, once in a while?" might do him some good.

" Well you do sound sure of yourself, don' you? "

He couldn't be anymore relaxed actually. This was his favorite place in Circhester next to the gym grounds. The owner even keeps the lights on longer for him. Probably the few people who knows his training schedule by heart. Gordie comes in right after for his settle-down dinner before trotting on home.

Usually it was just him and the owner catching up for an hour. Strelitzia is...here? For some reason?

Nonverbal Prompts

∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face .

Feeling hands touch his face, Vincent's eyes shot open. He hadn't even realized he'd been nodding off. Meeting Lucrecia's gaze, he blinked slowly, red eyes taking in what was around them. He hadn't just nodded off- he'd started to tip forward in his sleep.

"I'm sorry." The soft apology still sounded rough, coming from him. Vincent's hand came up, glove gently touching Lucrecia's wrist. "I didn't realize I was nodding off- you should have woken me." He murmured. Since she'd been free from the crystal, he'd been on high alert, making sure that whatever Lucrecia needed, it was there for her- maybe he was a bit like a helicopter parent, but Vincent felt that, after everything she had done to help him, he owed it to her to do the same.

Nsfw Prompts

Maybe it was the fact he was exhausted after getting Luneth to finally settle into bed after calming him down from his nightmare. Maybe it was because he still wasn't used to the soft and gentle way Cloud would hold onto him. As if he was breakable, something fragile that needed to be carefully handled. Anyone else may have thought that it was meant as an insult, to be treated so softly all the time. But for Sephiroth, who had grown up only knowing the roughness of the labs and the tough environment of being raised as weapon, it was something that he was always surprised by and usually had a flush spreading across his body.

Half asleep, acid green eyes studied Cloud, watching the blonde as he pressed a gentle kiss and here and there to his bare skin, as if he was honouring every inch he could touch. Sephiroth didn't wear a shirt to bed, tending to just toss on some sweat pants and climb into the blankets. He smiled gently as he felt hands slowly run across his stomach, carefully tracing the many scars and muscles, one of his own hand coming up to tiredly run through blonde locks.

she was frowning when dean said he needed to get something, and left her alone with his giant of a brother. who really needs to be that tall if they aren’t a tree? brow quirks at his query, then furrows.

“a thing? like? married?” head shakes rather quickly. “i mean, he hasn’t asked me about it. plus, all marriages in my land had to be approved by the queen, and she definitely would not have wed me to anyone but her son. and, ew, didn’t want that. i guess since he’s king now it’d be up to him, and he’d definitely also deny me. i heard dodo approved some in the resistance but that’s another can of spiders. Plus, I don’t know the custom in your world, so I don’t think—“

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