#endweapon

@endweapon asked: " what do you mean ? " (hi!)

Arms   folded   over   her   chest   and   head   canted   to   the   side.       "What   do   I   mean?   Hmmm    .....            don't   think   I   need   to   elaborate   further."        she   didn't   trust   this   man,           especially   with   his   prying   questions.        

"If   you're   so   curious    ...   search   for   answers   yourself.

there was a ringing in her ear — something that prevented her from fully hearing anything that might've been said. was his mouth moving?  ...  was he even moving? her stomach dropped at the very thought, but she wasn't nearly close enough to verify. footsteps brought her dangerously close.   ❛  uh  ...  ❜   her voice was strained & sounded smaller than she'd like.

﹙ -`♡´-   ﹚   › @endweapon has bought a ticket for the circus :

❛ i'm just a smidge immortal. ❜

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀Ï𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 [ ... ] she had believed in the good hearts and good intentions of all those who had approached her with open arms and jovial façades but not yet had she learnt her lesson from past mistakes. he speaks of immortality as if he was merely commenting on how thunderous and unpleasant the weather had been in the past few days: she is a moth to the flame, lured in by the promise of warmth and pushed forward by the desire to know how it feels, to turn into dust. head cants to one side in pensive demeanor, a single hand raises for no other purpose than to settle her otherwise fleeting gaze onto the minuscule snake tightly coiled around her middle finger ( she does not wish to be seen by him, she does not wish to give him any further influence 'pon her capricious whims ) .

Someone had been here before... and fairly recently if the trail of footprints was anything to go by; where heavy soled boots had skimmed across the ancient dusty floorboards of the mansion hall. 

Of course, Cloud’s eye was drawn by these freshly made tracks, his sights lead towards the broad stairway, an uneasy chill settling in the very pit of his gut -- something... just didn’t feel right here. Though he couldn’t deny that very same chill had clutched at his innards since the moment he’d stepped foot across the very border of Nibelheim. 

This place... it was so very far removed from the home he once knew. None of it was real anymore, save only for this place. How convenient that the ShinRa mansion was the only construct which hadn’t been burned to the ground... 

Strife isn’t sure what had pulled him here in the first place; if Cloud was good at anything at all, then running from a chequered past was certainly it. And he’d been trying to escape his for so long. So why now, after all of this time did he suddenly feel that craving for answers? 

Answers he didn’t think he was truly ready for. 

Still, his own uncertainty didn’t overshadow the fact that someone else had gotten here before him, nor did it kill the curiosity of what he could possibly find within the hidden laboratory of which he had been supposedly held all those years ago; where he’d subsequently lost four years of his life. If nothing else, he deserved to know which parts of him had been left behind here in this very building. 

The aged creak of ancient wood underfoot echoed into the damp chambers of the house as he eventually ascends those stairs - somehow careful not to disturb the track marks left behind by this earlier visitor - as he makes his way to the door leading into the basement. 

“Hmph.” If Weiss hadn’t seen him leaned up against a doorframe in the back, then the huff that’d almost echoed itself through the chapel would’ve been Zack’s giveaway. 

Aerith wasn’t around and Zack hadn’t seen her, but the church itself always seemed to be somewhere the ex-SOLDIER sought simply for the comfort of the atmosphere. That was, when certain people didn’t feel like they were following him. 

        “  i took care of it.  you can be on your way now.  ”

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 Peaky Blinders  || “ I am quite shocked at how these people live.” ( from weiss! hanging in sector 5 with her maybe? uvu )

❝Shocked in a good way or….❞ Side by side she stands in his presence without caution or unease, a bond forged in unlikely circumstances now forged and forever immortalised in the intangible bonds of trust. It’s not his first time in slums, Aerith knows this for a fact, but perhaps it’s his first time taking proper notice of the dirt littered streets she calls home. It’s not exactly the prime tourist hotspot, but it’s got more to offer than a lot of people expect, or if not a distinct appeal, there’s certainly more depth here in the hearts and souls of the people that call Sector 5 their home. 

Pivoting on her heel to face the Tsviet, with careful steps backwards along the edge of the curbside, the florist indulges in a well practiced balance, like an all too confident cat that has come to immortalise these streets in muscle memory alone. ❝Because I mean, okay, yes there’s malnutrition and sickness, and pollution…and so much crime up the wazoo it’s a wonder we’re not a lawless enterprise, but — and there is a but to all of this — ❞ Aerith pauses, her breath hitching in an earnest inhale as she chooses his words carefully. Weiss should know by now how much passion she holds for the lower sectors, how it burns and ignites the muscles of her face as she comes alive in a vibrant defence of her unexpected home. 

❝The people down here have more heart. More soul. There’s compassion amongst the people that most deserve it, and a sense of community you’re not going to find up there amongst the steel skyline. I know they always say that poverty brings out the best in people — which is a load of crap at face value, but I guess it does give you a different perspective, y’know? You stop caring so much about material luxuries and focus on the things that matter. You put people first. Your family, your friends, it’s humbling.❞ And sounds very much like a motivational speech gone wrong. But she knows what she means amidst this passionate tirade, conviction and genuine sincerity dripping from every word.