#memoryorus

@memoryorus​ said: Tifa casually snuggles beside Cloud after a long day at the bar. “I’m glad you’re home,Cloud. I’ve really missed you..”

@memoryorus​ Asked: ❝ can you just hold me for a while? ❞

Yup, I'm not sure how unless they literally stayed away from everything FF7 and KH related for the past 20 years.

SHIPPING MEME | ACCEPTING

7. would your muse ever get married? Prompto is a huge romantic so, of course, he would like to. But for this, he also needs to find the right person for him. He would never ask someone to marry him without loving her with his entire heart and soul.

@memoryorus​ says: Tifa hugs Cloud from behind, arms wrapped around his waist and cheek nuzzled against his back. "Cloud..?"She asks softly,"..Could..you stay with me tonight,please? Even if it's just you holding me tonight..I..just want to spend time with you."

☆ ━━━ Cloud feels Tifa press against his back, a sudden warmth blooming from her closeness. He’s a little surprised she swims across all that distance between them to perch near him so solidly still, so ghostly despite his flesh. 

He softens at this, her words dropping like little glass tears at his feet--their yearning obvious, but the sadness dripping all the more--it makes his heart lurch at the honesty.

He’s been gone recently, lost on a long journey he keeps to himself. He’s been silent, twisted and tangled in the thoughts growing in his head like clawing roots. Little seeds of doubt sprouting, growing more insidious by the day.

But Tifa keeps those roiling thoughts at bay, grounds him here. 

He twists in her arms gently, so that he can face her and look into those gleaming ruby depths, always subtly set aflame. 

“Yeah, I’ll stay,” he tells her quietly, taking a hand and brushing back her dark hair, his fingers just grazing over a plump cheek.

He takes his arms and worms them behind her, so that he can press her closer, more tightly against his chest, that warmth growing not unlike those roots, not unlike the fire flickering in her eyes.

“I’ve... missed you,” he tells Tifa tenderly, whisper-soft among the evening air. 

He hates those lonely roads he takes all the time, tired of the stars that glimmer and mock him from afar. While he was out there forever lost, he thought about Tifa waiting for him here. Always waiting. 

He nuzzles his face against hers, smelling her citrus shampoo among the tendrils of her long hair, feeling the softness of her skin, that warmth lingering. 

“Really thought, you don’t even look like it, most of your muscles are very lean”, Ankoku said poking her arm and said “Well besides the...”

... he hastily looked away!

The man was in the process of erasing the body of someone he’d killed, a remaining enemy from an enemy nation. He then cleaned the blood and any remains off of his attire and made himself look public presentable.