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    “ ... What are you doing ? ”  HE INQUIRES, ALBEIT RHETORIC. the monster slain moments prior hadn’t knocked him about quite hard enough to render him blind, nor stupid, although it certainly had packed  a greater punch  (  or, err ...  slash, with a claw  )  than he’d expected. to make things worse, a certain SOLDIER had witnessed the whole endeavour;  for whatever reason, decided to partake in the action. perhaps a better question would have been  ‘  why are you helping me ? ’,  but roche doesn’t seem the rational type, so cloud doesn’t bother with rational questions. 

    at least, that’s how the bloody and dishevelled mercenary justifies how the words that pass his lips come out fumbled  &  awkward;  quite unlike the stoic, together front he prefers to uphold. with a quiet wince, he lifts a leather-clad hand and bats at the other’s too-close hands. the vague similarities in their attire conjures a queasiness in his gut, but it’s nothing too unfamiliar to him by now.  ‘ we’re  nothing  alike. ’  cloud passively reminds himself, lips pursed and bright eyes fixing in on roche’s. it’s true that this guy is unlike the usual shinra pawns he’s so used to fighting, but he’s made it clear that he's an enemy nonetheless.  ‘ . . . right ? ’

| Nsfw Gifs Starters: Teasing edition | @speedjunkie​ asked | -slam dunks number 17 in here- :3 |

[17]

SOLDIERs are infuriating. 

Tseng straddles Roche’s stomach. He looks like a god, splayed out beneath him with that thick blond hair fanned out like a halo. Most of the pieces of his uniform are strewn about the room, along with Tseng’s jacket and tie. Roche is left shirtless and Tseng has his gloved fingers spread open on heated skin.

The SOLDIER is as one would expect; muscular and well built, and while Tseng already knew as much, it still manages to further vex him. Mako enhanced and utterly beautiful, he hates that he is attracted to him at all - and the extent of it is maddening. 

SOLDIERs are infuriating. 

Claire Redfield & Roche Beaufort Two muses from different fandoms with similar aesthetics

// Today’s energy is “I am a Monster” apparently.

@speedjunkie​ whispered: ❝  i’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.  ❞ // 🥺🥺🥺

                                CARING SENTENCE STARTERS || - [Accepting!]

He made it sound so easy. It was like she was eight years old again and he was promising to chase away the monsters under her bed. It was a nice sentiment, the kind of thought she could cling to, in this tense uncertainty she called a life - but it was a fool’s errand. He was no more capable of shielding her from the world than anyone else. Maybe that was the scariest part; the inevitability of it. Her entire future was paved in loss and sacrifice; joy short-lived and stolen to be replaced by four cold walls and the ever present decimation of her humanity, one fragile piece at a time. Her life wasn’t her own, maybe it never had been to begin with. 

Aerith was seated on the edge of a dirt strewn curb when he first said it, the tentative rest of her head upon his shoulder as she let the weight of his promise sink in. Hadn’t Zack once told her the very same thing? And look where it had gotten him. Four years missing. Maybe even…worse. She wasn’t so sure she could live with the loss of another friend, even one hell bent on bowing out in a blaze of glory in defence of her long questionable honour. “You’re a lot of things, Roche…” The brunette lamented sadly, well aware that no amount of good intentions was going to spare her from being dragged back into her own personal hell. “…but I think this one’s even a bit beyond your skills.” 

It didn’t mean she appreciated it any less though. There was a world of things she wished she could’ve told him. To explain properly why none of this was a quick and easy fix; but her divulgences so far had been deliberately cryptic for his own sake. Knowledge was dangerous; particularly when it came to outing herself as a company asset, and regardless of the motive, she cared too much about the bike loving slum dweller to risk his life in defence of her own. 

“A beast?” The immortal laughed at that, hand brought upwards to stifle it to a dull chuckle. When he withdrew it, his lips were pulled into that regular canary swallowing smile and the Chancellor moved to point towards Roche with a leisurely sway. 

“You’re definitely an animal, my boy. You act like a crazed creature, bound into your needs for freedom and  refrainment from authority. However, there is too much of a flicker of need for usefulness and domestication to make you a beast. Mayhaps I find you better fit for a collar, unless those claws are going to attempt to try and prove me wrong.”