#onewngd

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. A pity, they shielded her sight, but he's there... History repeats. She knows him, and breathes.

❛ Sephiroth--

They'd said a position within the ranks of the City Watch was prestigious, but truth be told, Cloud preferred his days amongst the house guards of Casterly Rock. There truly was something so fundamentally unfulfilling when it came to escorting a horse-drawn box containing some royal pompous prick through the shit-stained streets of King's Landing.

But he was here now, whether he'd made peace with his lot or not, and with eyes steeled forward, he guides his steed steadily through the streets, crowded with onlookers keen for even a glimpse of the Targaryen hiding from the rabble in his ornate box to Cloud's rear.

"You oughta cheer up a bit! Wave to the people~" the man riding beside him chimed in Cloud's general direction, as he had been doing the moment they'd left the city gates.

"... think I'd rather swallow a flagon of wildfire... put your effort into getting to the Red Keep without causing a riot." was the blond's grumbled response, which only earned him a throaty laugh and little else.

"Oh sweet summer child," he says it lightly with even a smile upon his lips, yet there is no softness in those serpentine irises. There is no laughter that falls from his throat. Nothing to follow up the lightness of his voice -- it was a lie. He holds his hand towards her, the other holding the black materia. "You wish for a haunting, and I have come." @onewngd

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍, galactic calamity manifest between stars and annihilator. two forces of destruction existing within one linear course, with one staking claim of ebony's sphere / the other a manifestation of masquerade. chaos dances between the depths of insanity, the pool of mako reeking from serpent gaze —— and she, death maiden, can only maintain the demure of a damsel. fragile / delicate, nay an unearthly desire of the end. her eyes belonging to that of the stream, and o' how she dreams of cataclysm in her darkest of slumber. oracular star, her curiosity shall not save her. yet her soul remained a stubborn thing, with a ferocity she simply could not bother. whims upon whims, it was only natural to fear / unnatural to feel anything but. temptation lingers in the outreach of your hand, yet she remains rather unmoved. yes, she senses it : the dream within the onyx dream.

how peculiar / how daunting, yet it was everything she had unknowingly known and more.