#blackfenrir

Until she saw his body, she wasn’t going to believe it. 

Yet, within these four walls, with nothing to do, her mind couldn’t help but spiral. Yuffie remembered in her early days of being a Shinobi, a story she’d been told about how they used to hold people in windowless rooms with no light as a form of torture, put someone in the quiet with nothing to do for long enough and eventually even the most sane people could be driven to madness. 

She kinda got it right now. 

If she were able, Yuffie would have torn the world down to find him, she wasn’t being hyperbolic, if there was anyone in this world who meant something to her, it was Cloud. This pain in the center of her chest ached and sank in so deep it felt like this ball of lead she would never shed. Worry and guilt coiled together. She shouldn’t have been stupid enough to think her father wouldn’t pull something like this. She should have preempted this, and yet, she had truly believed they had managed to find some kind of neutrality. That she would stay out of his way and he would stay out of hers. How fucking stupid. If something had happened to him, Yuffie knew it would be her fault…and she wasn’t sure she could handle that. 

While she couldn’t work out what the hell they had done here, she had managed to work out the hard way that reflect had been cast on the door. A rebounding spell had knocked her out for a solid minute. She wasn’t going to be able to brute force her way out of this, while she bided her time, waiting for something, a crack in the metaphorical armour to appear…all she could do was worry. 

If Cloud was fine, was he worried about her? Had he even realised that she was gone or would he just think she was ghosting him? That she had decided that he simply wasn't even worth leaving? The thought made her sick…and so did the thought that something had happened to him and she wasn’t there to protect him. Did Cloud need her protection? No. He could handle himself, she’d seen him fight way worse and way more dangerous things and emerge without a scratch. A shake of her head to herself. A reminder that this couldn’t be happening. 

It took days. Of worrying. Of spiralling through her own thoughts. It occurred to her if he was okay, he would know something was wrong…and he would have been here already. He would have shown up. Each second that ticked past was some kind of confirmation of it. It didn’t help her find any clarity. Then opportunity presented itself, not with violence, but friendship. Honestly, Yuri was the last person that Yuffie had ever expected to see, but she’d known the kid as long as they had been alive…she was glad it counted for something. She would even forgive his debt. 

Out the window, crystalline cross pressed into her hand. She could see the worried expression on her childhood friend's face, mostly, because he knew exactly what Yuffie was going to do. 

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Give him time. Give him space.

Zack had tried to do just that, however dogged his feeling was to get to the bottom of the problem so it could be resolved ASAP. He wasn't one for patience really. Patience was a virtue and boy, oh boy, he was hardly virtuous in nature! That ship and looooong sailed.

Thankfully, sometimes putting up a question that briefly summarized those secret pent up concerns was enough to unravel that metaphorical wall. Only then could he hope to breach that barrier and try to lend a hand!

Once his friend spoke, he took the time to let the words process, carefully considering them for what they were.

"Why do you say that?" He didn't approach him, afraid that if he did that his friend would flee if only out of sheer shame that he could detect beyond his words. He didn't want to do anything to disrupt the moment more so than speaking inevitably would.

"Where do you think you're going with that big sword of yours ? Saving the world, I suppose ?" Astarion asks with a playful roll of his eyes. Is Cloud really a hero ? He's not entirely sure. There's a strange darkness within this guy, even if he can't tell what it is. The vampire doesn't understand heroes, anyway. He probably never will. But he's curious about this one, somehow.

Locke knows the way he's acting is probably quite disturbing, but he really can't help himself. He's still a Turk, and yet, he doesn't believe in Shinra at all. On the contrary, he's using their resources. And right now, what he wants is to stop Sephiroth more than anything else. And Hojo too. But it seems even more important t deal with Sephiroth right now.

.: - The lone Wolf and The Mocking Bird - :.

[[ Giftart for @blackfenrir of Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy VII with wings and Bartz Klauser from Final Fantasy V, the animals are the ones reflecting them. Reason Bartz’s one is the Mocking Bird is due to a ask sent by my dear friend @sixba who told me that the Mocking Bird would be a excellent choice to it’s ability to mimic various bird calls and sounds.

 Hope you all enjoy and really hope you love this Cloud-mun, also Roxy, thank-you so much for that suggestion as I totally see it! -snuggles all- ;v;/ ]]

[[ P.S - sorry if my anatomy is a bit off, still struggling with drawing it and realism ;v; ]]

*Drawn with a blue Crayola colored pencil and a black prisma colored pencil~*

Her eyes lit up, the hanging lanterns reflected in dark irises as she gazed at the brightly lit streets of Wutai. It was just how she remembered it, though she will admit, it looked brighter than it had during the war. Her memories of festivals in recent years were toned down attempts to cling to their culture in the middle of being bombed. 

This almost felt like the old days, before houses started being destroyed.

There wasn’t time to dwell on it, today was too happy for that. 

“Look!” Something caught her eye. Stalls packed with foods and trinkets, the night market was in full swing, full of joy and life, and her favourite snack. “Oh- oh!” She had to have it. There wasn’t even going to be a debate on this. The overactive teenager didn’t pause for permission, instead her hand shot out, small fingers reached for his hand without even thinking. Attempting to drag him with her simply seemed the most efficient way to get through the crowd. 

“Cloud - c’mon,” she had a single objective in mind. Acquire. The. Candy.