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         A month it had been, so far.

A month since Zack’s fateful mission to Modeoheim. A month of reports of success and fairly in their fight against Genesis. A month of updates to SOLDIERs missing, and defected, and rising, and falling. A month of smaller missions, and tight-nit assignments to keep progress and failure under wraps. A month since the Buster Sword...found a new master. It was a month since Angeal died, and Sephiroth had yet to show despair for such events. But just as he did not show despair, he had yet to speak of it.

But though it did not show outwardly, this fact of his life never left his mind. He did not allow it to blind him, or weaken him before his duties, even if the turn of events led him to question things. No, he had his part to play, it was his purpose, serving as SOLDIER. Perhaps he did not reflect the honor of the man who fell to corruption and the consequences of his own honor...but he was committed, no matter what was gained or lost. Because that is what was meant of his existence, he felt.

His mind, however, in small whispers, or heavy thoughts when he was left alone, was weighed down by this. Things he never considered he’d loose, had been torn away from him, all by the very wills of the men he lost themselves. And he blamed them for it, yet found himself knowing there was blame meant for others as well. But he could not allow that blame to consume him, and so the thoughts and feelings were buried, and the mission, any mission, was made the most important.

That, and what he had left.

It was an empty day, when he found himself hunting down Zack Fair, feeling rather sure he’d find him taking a moment to himself in the training room--memories had there, as well as simulations that could be applied, seemed to have pulled him there once or twice that Sephiroth had noticed. He had tried to ignore it after Zack returned from his mission, admittedly. He saw the young SOLDIERs pain, and couldn’t bear the sight of it so soon, most certainly not with the Buster strapped to his back. But now it was time. 

He entered, finding a simulation going, but he could not see what the scene was just yet--it seemed to perhaps be a covert op run, and a sense of dread filled him as he imagined it may have been programmed to add in Angeal, and he wasn’t sure how he’d face seeing that, and so he searched for Zack himself. He didn’t speak, so as to not affect the simulation, and he stayed in the shadows, wondering and, to a certain degree, worrying.

He hated when Zack teased him with those chaste kisses, hated it and craved it all in the same instance, that when the man moves away Cloud felt compelled to give chase, leaning in and seeking out more of that tenderness this man offered in droves. 

Alas, this time, like so many others, the blond was unsuccessful in his endeavour. But that was okay, there was time for fooling around later and the mercenary attempts to gather just a touch of composure by habitually smoothing down imaginary creases in the front of his shirt. 

“I wasn’t like... gawking or anything, you know...?” Yeah he was, gawking was probably putting it mildly if he wanted to be really honest with himself, but Zack didn’t need to know that. In fact, Cloud was seemingly eager to brush the incident under the rug - as it were - for the risk of embarrassing himself further.

This was meant to be a joint mission, not an opportunity to check out the local hottie, even if they were an item it didn’t really matter, and Cloud curses himself for not taking it more seriously. 

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: Ugh. Zack fuggin Fair. Where do I begin with this boy? He’s literally the whole package when it comes to husband material. He’s sweet, he’s strong, he’s protective, he’s funny, he puts others before himself, and all he ever wants in life is to save everyone. HOWEVER. He gets an entire string of tragedy and sorrows he did not deserve. He was just a sweet little pupper boy excited for what tomorrow would bring. And it tears me to pieces to watch him endure SO much heartache and pain. He deserves a much better, kinder life. ;o; How they play them: I love Aqua’s portrayal. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I always hear Rick Gomez’s voice in her dialogue and thats what makes it so fun writing with her Zack. I enjoy the energetic attitude she gives him while also allowing him to be serious when time calls for it---but serious in a way where you can feel his smile and warmth. Aqua has done a MARVELOUS job writing him and fleshing him out. The Mun: THE SWEETEST BEAN. Omg. And she indulges in my interest in Zack’s abs and shows me pictures of his SOLDIER BOD. FUCK. LOL. Other than that, our encounters have been quite brief but very entertaining regardless. I recommend for quality content and a precious mun. ;o;

Do I:

RP with them: Yes, but I’m hoarding our drafts for some reason and I have all the muse for it. BUT I CANT BRING MYSELF TO WRITE FOR SOME REASON. I’M SORRY. I’ll get to them. I WILL. Want to RP with them: Oh gods yes. Gimme them Zacky abs.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Aqua is bae and her Zack is as adorable and puppy-like. ;o; I say you should follow right now if you aren’t. <3

Cloud sat in front of the vanity mirror of the honeybee inn's unisex dressing room, touching up his makeup as other honey boys and girls fluttered around him getting into costume and grabbing their accessories. Nothing too flashy, just a little bit of foundation to pronounce the sharpness of his cheekbones, a brush of mascara to bring attention to his striking blue eyes, and a little touch of lipgloss to make his pouty lips all the more kissable.

Satisfied with the makeup, the blonde rose from the vanity chair and walked over to the clothing rack, stuck choosing between the black slacks with the form-fitting vest, or the backless leotard with the fluffy collar that gave his slim figure the illusion of a plump chest. What the hell, he made sure to thoroughly shave tonight so he might as well take full advantage of the bikini wax he was currently sporting. Grabbing the leotard, Cloud slipped into one of the stalls, removed his day clothing, and slipped on the black and yellow themed costume. It had taken a lot of practice but he eventually perfected the art of sliding the netted stockings over his knees without ripping any holes in the thin fabric. Tying the straps of his shoes up his leg and slipping the antenna headband on his honey-blonde head, Cloud was almost ready.

"Cloud your seven o'clock just came through the door," one of the receptionists called, poking her head into the dressing room.

"Zip me up, please," he asked, stepping out into the main hall to join her. She quickly obliged before leading him down the hall to his customer's room. This was not one of Cloud’s regulars so he wasn't sure what to expect. There had been no special request left at the reception desk or any preference in rooms, usually indicating at a new client who wasn't quite sure what they wanted. Cloud had met a wide variety of customers in his time; some were fans who wanted a private dance, some just wanted him for his body, some were dissatisfied with their marriages and needed an escape, and some were lonely souls who just wanted someone to talk to.

Whatever Cloud was expecting, he was not prepared for the sight awaiting him on the other side of the ornate door. Sitting on the plush loveseat in the middle of the hexagonal guest room was one of the most handsome men Cloud had ever seen, far too handsome to be in a place like this. But it wasn't his chiselled jawline or the eccentric hair that blew Cloud away, it was his eyes.

"A SOLDIER," he gasped, mouth agape.

Cloud had always been a fan of SOLDIER, it was the reason he came to Midgar in the first place, to become one of them. But when his blood results came back negative for mako compatibility, Cloud finished his minimal required service as a Shinra grunt and went to find other work in the city, eventually finding himself at the steps of Andreas Rhodea's establishment who had been very impressed with his dancing.

Quickly composing himself, Cloud put his haughty face back on and closed the door behind him. "We don't normally get your type around here," he purred, hips swaying as his heeled shoes clicked across the waxed floor. "So what's your taste, handsome?" he purred, circling the loveseat while running his hands down the customer's shoulders. "I could dance for you, we could play some games, I could give you a massage, or run you a bath in the jacuzzi and serve you drinks."

@dreamsofasoldier​ asked: * is busy working outside but watch this man flex and sweat a little * Unprompted Asks - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

Is Cloud smushed up against whatever window he be admiring the ever gorgeous Zack Fair as he flexes those manly muscles and sweats a little?

@dreamsofasoldier​ said: Bruises, cuts and dirt all over his face and figure as he stumbled trough the door. A smug smirk across his face as he speaks to the blonde "Sure ... Got them." Zack can't help but let out a chuckle but it was followed by a sharp inhale of pain. The raven slumps against the wall and sighs as he tries to apply some pressure to his wounds. "Let me rest for a bit ..." Unprompted Asks - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

He hadn’t heard from Zack all day, which was unusual considering all of Cloud’s texts had gone unread and unanswered. He tried to convince himself that the man was just busy; he had been given a rather high profile mission today while the blond - once again and not without the usual irritated huff of disappointment - was sent on rat catching duty... for the three thousandth time this week already. 

But something didn’t feel right, it was so unlike Zack not to message back, but he was a former SOLDIER, not a single person alive could go up against him and remain conscious to tell about it. But just as the blond was beginning to pace the tiny living space the door opens and even before Cloud turns to face the guy stepping through the threshold he’s puffing out a sigh of sheer relief...

... until he sees the state of him. 

“Zack!!” Cloud doesn’t register the sound of his own startled voice as he’s rushing to prevent the battle torn raven from sliding down the wall and hurting himself further. 

“W-what happened to you?! Why didn’t you call me, I coulda helped! I coulda helped, Zack!” Cloud isn’t entirely certain where his anger is directed, at the man himself for almost getting himself killed and keeping him out of that loop, or the people who’d dared to inflict these injuries upon him. Either way the blond can feel the rage rising inside of him like smoke, though he still manages to gain enough composure to safely lower Zack to the hard wood floor before retrieving a potion though he has to force the guy to drink the damned thing before he’s able to start work on those wounds. The room is submerged into an eerie green from the casting of his spell against Zack’s skin, unfortunately the materia he’s using is nowhere near mastered yet, so there’s no doubt this was going to take quite a bit of time, but the anger never falters. 

Not a single ounce. He’d been denied the opportunity to offer aid in this instance; Cloud would not allow it again. 

Never again. 

It’s not, and I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve it, but omfg thank you ;o;

I heart your Zack so much okay? Like, he brings out such a sunny side to Cloud even after everything they’ve been through that writing with you is an absolute joy!! Not only is your writing amazing but you are an absolute sweetheart and I’m so privileged to call you my friend.