❝... No -- it’s nothing.❞ 

A shake of her head, forcing a half smile his way, doing her best to try and convince him that she was indeed fine. She hadn’t been expecting him to full on stop her, the hand on her shoulder actually drawing her gaze there.

prompt (2/5) || not accepting

          With a steady pulse the music swallowed the vast space of the grand hall of the inn, drowning the empty space with its contagiously rhythmic tune, where but only one figure indulged in ceaseless dance. A common occurrence for the man to occupy the inn prior to its working hours, to devote self to the job and a process to hone own skills, which resulted in an unending line of people and three years worth of waiting for an appointment. Nevertheless, the mere fact did not evoke any particular emotions from the man, Aniyan possessed the precise comprehension of what effect his presence inflicted and acted on it, prided self of who he was and own expertise in the field of entertainment. And thus permitting self to be carried by the tune, his body masterfully followed the tempo, measured sways of the hips were complemented by the graceful waves with the hands. And when another rotation finalized the set of movements, compelling him to halt in a particular stance, a painfully familiar figure fell into the field of his peripheral vision, nudging lips to stretch into a smile and wonder, for how long that boy lingered. Nevertheless, he did not intend to conclude the warm-up, on the contrary, being watched by him begat an utterly mischievous mood.

          Fortunately granted possibility will be exploited to remind the other, what feelings penetrated one’s being whilst performing on the stage, there was no denial of the thrill and gratification from the final applause either; intoxicating sensation, addicting, that left the stinging aftertaste which demanded more and again. And his every move was set with a purpose to remind the blond of that moment and perchance awaken the desire to join him on stage newly. Deliberately avoiding facing Cloud, he commenced another combination with a spin, rather sharp swings did not display common refinement, but audacious boldness and apparent delight Aniyan derived from the current situation without even an attempt to disguise it, hands trailed its fingers up from his hips along the sides to be intertwined above the head. Abruptly he bent forward, meaningly at leisure brushing palms along his leg with an ambiguous touch whilst straightening up. Perchance a too daring gesture, yet continuous glance demanded an exquisite show, which undoubtedly abashed as the man did not hesitate with risky moves.

@ex-scldr​                                                   CLOUD STRIFE

The two of them stare at one another from across the walled metal room, both hidden behind a stack of ShinRa crates that conceal them from a Behemoth that lurks out front, waiting to tear them to pieces given a chance. But once they get past the brutal giant, it’s home free from this awful place. Squall would much rather be down in the slums than trapped in a cold ShinRa warehouse. There’s no warmth in these places, no happiness, it’s all steel and sorrow, even    the employees look devoid of hope.

Unfortunately, he’s stuck working with Cloud to escape in one piece which has its own unique difficulties, and they had been attempting to do so by mouthing ideas back and forth in total silence. But perhaps the brunette should have informed his companion that he isn’t proficient     in lip-reading because everything that the other says doesn’t sound like a good plan.     

                                 Use your nice? dice?

内観 || @ex-scldr

development anons || accepting

ミーム || @ex-scldr

☢ for a snarky text || accepting

          So uncharacteristic for him to aim to ruffle some feathers, yet the mood was inclined to rather mischievous conduct at that day whose primary objective appeared to be the man of the hour, that shone on the stage some time ago.

[ ✉ : Cloud ] ;; [ Your regular clothes urgently require an overhaul ][ ✉ : Cloud ] ;; [ And if you would wish for another customization,                           you are always welcome in the inn ]