#oftifa

@oftifa hit 💙 for a starter!

Reeve isn’t tired.

He’s gone far past tired, past bone-deep exhaustion and into a near-fugue of... he doesn’t know what.

His soul hasn’t stopped aching since losing Cait.

The others think Sith is the same as Cait. Reeve hasn’t told them any different. Won’t, because he’s pretty sure they won’t trust or believe anything he has to say, even after Meteor and the North Crater.

But that’s fine, it’s fine, they at least trust him enough to put a roof over their heads while they all recover from the battle. Sith is fine, too; better than they are because he can’t feel pain, not really. Reeve shouldn’t look in on them, he knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help it. 

His soul is aching and his body may never recover from this entire year of bullshit and he’s still trying to keep an entire continent from falling all to pieces and Tifa’s looking at him.

oftifa said: i don’t want you to be alone.

The final stages of Geostigma aren’t pretty.

They see it every day in Edge so no part of it comes as a surprise. It starts with the appearance of bruising, spreading steadily from one part of his body to the other. The process is slower for him than it is for most people, he survives with it far longer than anyone expected. 

But all battles come to an end.

The black blood keeps seeping out of the corner of his mouth, staining his teeth.

                                                SNEAK ATTACKS

@oftifa​                                                       TIFA LOCKHART

Perhaps he has let his guard down too much due to the period of peace they were enjoying, or maybe the gunblader simply isn’t expecting to be attacked by the sweet-hearted brawler from Nibelheim, why would she after all? And that’s exactly what Squall intended on asking her once he recovers from the brutal fall that has him now staring up at a familiar smile from the dirty ground below them.

“Sneak attacks don’t count, you know?” I would have done the same thing, but Tifa needn’t know that. “Any particular reason you’re jumping me in broad daylight or did you just see an opportunity?” The lion is slow to sit up, dusting his ruined white t-shirt off in the process. She  had undeniably gotten him good, maybe a bit too good because he didn’t peg Tifa for being a sneaky one. Maybe Strife has been giving her Merc 101.

      “Tifa,” Cloud sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ve decided to raise my standards. No more jobs with cats, dancing, or changing my clothes. If I’m not swinging my sword at something, then the answer is no.” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her. “And money upfront.”

      Today had been a long day, a fact that was evident by Cloud’s rumpled appearance and the diatribe he started in on the second he walked into seventh heaven. He had been doing more jobs around the slums but it seemed the more people got comfortable with him the more ridiculous their requests became and Cloud was now in a mood about it. 

Send rumour and my muse will react

why dont you come down here and say that to my face

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>:(