#flowersoldier

“You need more friends... and maybe a therapist.”

It was one thing to be ducking and diving into the crevices of ruins to avoid all the monsters and beasties crawling about the place. It was another entirely to be sandwiched between a rock and a hard place...

Unfortunately for Cloud (or perhaps fortunately depending on how one wants to look at it) that term was quite literal; with coarse shrapnel of broken cement at his back, and the warm soft body of Aerith pressed up against his front, to say the position was compromising was an understatement and the hard part was a little lower than he knew was really appropriate. Cloud hadn’t meant to take advantage of that closeness, not really; his hands touching upon the rounds of her hips a mere base of support to aid the girl out of the crevice so they could continue their journey. 

Of course, it hadn’t panned out that way, when instead of simply slipping back into the open, Aerith drew herself a little closer, a mischievous glimmer dancing in those emerald hues as though she was goading him somehow. Funny how it was only just coming to light right now that he was developing a rather fierce crush on the flower peddler. So fierce in fact that it was beginning to hurt in places Cloud didn’t even know existed. The way she looked at him just now, like he was the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen

As though she wanted him to touch her... and Cloud would be lying to himself if he was to say that he didn’t want to, if he was to deny the warmth of her body coupled with the ghosting of her lips against his was just a little exciting. He could feel his heart fluttering in his chest, so violently he feared Aerith could feel it pounding against his ribs, as he dares to smooth his hands around her waist and pull her just a touch closer, impossibly so. The urge to kiss her got the better of him then, and it was with the smallest lilt of his head that he pressed his mouth against hers, lightly at first as though seeking permission to continue, to deepen the intimacy he craved so much from her, an intimacy he didn’t know he needed until now. 

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The blonde turned in the direction of the soft voice, spotting Aerith’s trademark braid and red dress under the dimly lit night sky. He must have let his guard down if she got this close to him without him noticing.

Cloud wanted to give some vague excuse that he was keeping watch in case any enemies snuck upon them, but if Cloud was being honest with himself, he couldn’t sleep. The mercenary had trouble sleeping ever since the day he arrived at Midgar and if given the choice he would rather stay up all night than face the fragmented dreams he couldn’t make sense of.

At first flower language didn’t interest Cloud. He watched Aerith do her thing and sell the right flowers to the right people, combine the right flowers for the most fitting bouquets and Cloud was fine with not getting any of it. But when he watched a woman receive pink dahlias from a man who bought the flowers earlier that day and she burst into happy tears, Cloud started to feel a little intrigued. Clearly he was missing out on something here.

@flowersoldier​​ Asked: “STOP BEING SO CUTE, IT’S NOT FAIR!” (from Aerith)

       “But I’m not doing anything.” Cloud complained. “You always say stuff like that. I’m not cute. I’m a fighter. I fight people. I’m not cute.”

@flowersoldier​ said: “I already said no.” (from Cloud)

Aerith crossed her arms, pouting. Cloud didn’t understant the situation at all. She wanted to be USEFUL; she didn’t want to stay home while Shinra kept hurting people. He didn’t know it, but she was Ancient. She refused to let people hurt the Planet anymore. If she could help, she would.

“I am still coming. I’m accompanying you to Sector 7, and then... who knows what will happen.” She teased as a smirk crossed her features. Of course, she didn’t plan to leave his side anytime soon, but he didn’t have to know it for now.