#warofbeasts

He had been engineered to endure. A mild cold would not take him.

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The Ma’qoute rolled his eyes. The man look liked death had warmed over, but of course he insisted on w working himself.

“We don’t even have anything to do for the moment! And I think any clients would prefer you not get them sick,” Calum insisted. “Just drink the tea and let yourself heal for once yeah?”

@warofthebeasts​ from X

She had been fighting with herself all morning to not tell him how she felt about him. She really had tried. But after a while, it became apparent to the Oracle that she should try. Fortune favors the bold, after all. 

She ran her thumb gently over his hand, letting him grip it as much as he wished. She understood the PTSD that overcame him better than most. Lunafreya leaned closer to him, whispering softly. “If it helps, I never have fires in my room even during winter. Do you know why?” 

It all happened so fast. One moment, she was walking down a street with Sephiroth by her side. She had been chatting to him about another type of flower she had discovered she enjoyed. At first, she thought his loud voice was to tell her to hush her ramblings but then her body met his as she was yanked behind and then into his chest. 

It was then she heard the gunshots. What was he saying? Was she hurt? She blinked out of her confusion and took stock of her body, shaking her head. “N-No. I’m okay. But..” She felt him tremble, eyes widening. “You’re hurt. We need to get out of here. I need to help. Please. “

@warofthebeasts​ sent: fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

18.…as encouragement.

Lunafreya had been quietly reading with Sephiroth’s head in her lap. Her free hand, when not turning pages, stroked through his hair gently. When he moved to sit up finally, she blinked a few times, tilting her head.

@warofthebeasts​ said: “ who do you think you are? “ Random Sentence Starters - ACCEPTING

He’d asked himself that very question more times than he dared to count. Had questioned his own existence in the world, what it meant to be alive. But faced with the Calamity now, the very essence of everything that was truly wrong with the world, Cloud Strife had never been more sure of the answer. 

“I’d have thought you’d know that one by now, I mean, ain’t it obvious?”  

He dares to take a step towards him then, this unfathomable enemy, facing down the harbinger of destruction and chaos as though greeting an old friend from long times past. And he reaches overhead for his blade, the scream of leather straining against the hilt filling his ears, a grim satisfaction boiling in his gut brought on by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. For this was what he was made for; the fated mystic knight of Gaia, tattooed into the cosmos to defend the world from the Silver Blight stood before him.

This was who they were, what they were forever destined to be. 

She struck her heel against the container, then again and again. The impacts batted her bones making each forced kick heavier. Eden swung her leg upward despite her burning muscles, her eyes doubling in size as her body tilted backward. Her scruffy frame collapsed onto the unforgiving floor. She jerked her head up towards the two figures: one who’s face remained hidden in the lab’s cold darkness, but the other bearing glowing, vivid green eyes. 

 Her breath grew even more labored. Their faces, their eyes pointed at her. She couldn’t shield herself within shadow’s comfort. She could be seen, she was trapped. Humiliation burned across her face and with a roar of anger, Eden pushed herself back to her feet. She charged towards the one she could see, the taller man with an apathetic visage. The dull collision rippled throughout her body. What else could she expect? Breaking down the glass would be impossible, but her intention was to give a passionate message: They would pay as soon as she could manage it.