#scphiroth

“Oh no... is this part of the whole ‘you’ll be visited by three ghosts’ speech I encountered last night? I very much like my lifestyle and wish not for it to be disturbed.”

      Surprises have never been high up on Cloud’s list of likes. Could he handle them? Probably. Would he get over them? Absolutely. However, that stretch of time between the surprise and recovery━that was where Cloud’s issue lied; those brief moments of discomfort and disorientation as his mind scrambled to right itself and regain its footing━that was what Cloud hated most.

         There was no looming sense of uncertainty while he makes the familiar trek to sector five; he’d made this exact same walk many times over, and he’s long since become numb to what to expect. The residents even all seemed to reside in relatively the same areas every time he came, the same faces greeting him at the gate, the same people lingering around the shops. Some of them greet him, and he nods in return ( merely by reflex alone; he can’t come up with the majority of their names, much less an interest in them ). Same old, same old.

         Until, quite literally, it was not the same old, same old. Gaia, did he HATE surprises.

        Bit by bit, and then all at once, his calm shatters. His heart races, his hands clammy, and his footsteps come to an immediate halt. His hand immediately falls back to grasp the hilt of his sword as he stares ahead with barely ( poorly ) concealed panic at a form he never in his life wanted to lay eyes on again. Sephiroth.

basically i just have to stand at the entrance of your room and be touched in places on my body?

@scphiroth​ | X

          PATIENCE RUNS THIN in the presence of one who’d rather see the balance come unraveled than see its preservation maintained. A new war, another fight that they’re subjected to. Warriors of alignment to light && others to dark had been stripped from their homes all over again to fight yet another everlasting battle at the behest of deities younger than those from before. Memories retained, that which comes with a haze of surprise though hardly acted upon or mentioned to the others (other than simple acknowledgement). && it’s in that retention of remembrance that she extracts the memories that give her well enough of an idea as to the destruction that this other could ensue. Therefore, let caution be implemented in the presence of he. Wherein she studies his presence, a calculative pan of gaze from head to toe in some hopeful registry to the body language exuded---but it’s steeled. 

                                            Just the same as she. 

There’s a pain in his head, a flash of silver, eyes squeeze shut quickly. It’s just a headache, he’s seeing things, that’s it. Of all the times that he runs into Sephiroth, it has to be now, doesn’t it? Sometimes, he can’t tell if he’s real or not. Maybe he’s a figment of his imagination right now. 

He had been before so why not this time? It’s wishful thinking, Cloud knows because when he opens his eyes he sees the man towering over him. Even in heels, he’s like a damn giant, intimidating him with his height.

kunsel being like ’ HEY. ARENT YOU ZACK’S CHOCOBO FRIEND?? ‘