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Blood splattered across the young lady’s face as the spear that was originally meant for her drove into her mothers chest. Aeris floated back and looked down at her hands. The room was clouding with blood making it hard to see where she was going but all she could do was move away. Was she dreaming? She had to be dreaming. Her mother didn’t just get murdered! She would wake up at any moment and then have breakfast with her!

A knife shot out of the plume of blood and slammed into the pillar beside her that Aeris darted away. Out of the throne room and down into the halls. All round her blood was pouring out of rooms and in hallways. It had to be a nightmare! Her stomach dropped in her belly as she slammed into one of the palace guards. He looked down at her, his expression like iron as he started to drag her back through the bloodied halls. 

It wasn’t that he planned to stay there, exactly.  A house out in the woods and far away from civilization sounded a great deal more suiting, frankly, and he wouldn’t have to be as strategic about trying to hide himself... which he hadn’t been as thorough about in recent months.  He was simply--

Getting used to things.  To everything.  To the very concept of being alive, which likely wouldn’t get any less astonishing.  But he did continue to keep to himself, for the most part.  He could recognize the looks for what they were, people getting a little too close, those who might easily be convinced that he didn’t just resemble a certain horrific, destructive force.  When to turn away, when to divert.

Not that comments about the way he looked, who he might resemble, became any easier to laugh off.  He was a bad actor, he supposed; all the more reason to leave.  That, and having very few actual skills, though he had come to enjoy tinkering to some degree.  Taking things apart.  Attempting to fix them and put them back together again, with mixed results.

Sephiroth was ever so slightly grinning to himself at his own self-deprecating mind when he realized he was walking right into someone else’s path.  He moved to step around, to simply try to partially hide his face in the collar of his coat and brush past with a muttered apology.

The apology happened, certainly, but the actual words and their meaning fluttered away from him.  The intention to step around wasn’t quite seen through, coming to an abrupt stop instead.  There were plenty of individuals around with blond hair, and maybe with similar spikes.  But there was only... the one...

@withoutanumber​ said: ❝  why do you stick around?  what is it you think you see in me?  ❞ EMOTIONALLY CHARGED SENTENCES STARTERS | ACCEPTING

There’s SADNESS in Aerith’s features, not because Cloud is asking, but because she can tell how he’s not confident about himself. Cloud is still a mystery to her, of course. She knows he uses Zack’s -- Angeal’s -- Buster Sword, but every time she has tried to ask, his reaction was weird. It makes her worry about him; she considers him as a friend now, even if she’s not sure he thinks the same of her.

Send ♥ and I’ll put my music on shuffle and send the first line of the first five songs as a poem to your muse

“Hey! Somebody’s gotta keep Reeve sweatin’! I love him, but he’s in charge, and a man in charge who don’t fear the people is a man who ends up mistreatin’ the people!” Barret pointed at his husband, cracking a smile. 

@withoutanumber​ said: 18. What is one thing you’d wish to see more in the rp community? MUNDAY MEME | ACCEPTING

I wish female muses could have the same treatment as male muses. It depends of the fandom, of course, but it happens too often that my male muses receive more attention than my female ones. And sometimes, someone writing Cloud will prefer to send something to Prompto than to Aerith, a character from the same game ?? It’s just weird. 

And also, I think it’s important to everyone to know that each portrayal of a character is valid. There’s no competition or comparison between people writing the same characters, and no one has to limit themselves to only write with one of them (unless that’s what they want, of course). We also don’t have to be online all the time. Roleplaying is a hobby, and sometimes, I think we feel pressured even if we shouldn’t.