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There's a correction about who's what. This man calls himself White Cloud's "prime".

Sinfonia is his guardian. If his memory serves correctly, Sinfonia is the newest to the Comodeen's ragtag group of Misterican survivors. The one with bright orange hair who growls at him.

Further instruction is to not attempt to separate them from White Cloud. The edges of his mouth turn down slightly at the idea. Why remove something or someone that pleases his Other? Why cause undue strife?

Even without caring for White Cloud, such an action would only feed Chaos by creating distress. But since he does care - even if he doesn't voice it -

He has to coexist with these people whether they like each other or not. For multiple reasons. He's much the same with the rest of Wonderland, but for these Mistericans he must be this way tenfold.

"I won't make any such attempt," he replies. "The only thing I am concerned with is White Cloud. I will not do anything to harm him, emotionally or otherwise. Separating you would be little more than a fool's errand."

.·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. The Windarian has questions and it is strange to him to be faced with one he once called enemy only to have them inquire about your relationships instead of merely attempting to kill you. It's strange and odd and to be honest - a little jarring. He's not known Windarians to be any form of kind and he's heard plenty of stories from Varjo and Tuulta and Kenraali Taivas.

Joki had his own fair share of tales to tell too.

So now this man - this Black Wind - as Pilvi calls him has questions.

(Why does the prince translate this man's name when he can speak his tongue? Enemies or not, it feels rude. )

"I am his prime." He corrects with little explanation. It feels rude to equate him to merely a guard, when he is so much more than a 'guardian'. "Sinfonia is his guardian."

He doesn't much feel like explaining that either. Still he standing unflinching at his post as ruby pink look the man up and down and then back up again.

"The others also have Oaths to Our Liege, and will stand fast to it. Do not attempt to separate him from us, Windarian. It will end poorly for you."

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"Enveloped in a beautiful and eternal song, Pure White Requiem!!"

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It would appear all of them are still unaware he isn't a threat to them. It would also appear they are all unaware that there is no war left to be waged. He is all that remains of Windaria, and without the intent to fight, what little is left of their respective home worlds can be considered at peace.

Still, he can't blame this one for his hostility. The ignorant operate based only on what narrow ideas they have eaccess to, and he knows that far better than most.

"I did not come to continue a war long since lost," he replies. "I came only to see that White Cloud is recovering well. No arms will be directed towards you here. Now, I ask again, who are you?"

That war was lost by everyone. Windaria and Misterica are equally rendered to dust by a force far worse than misleading governments. Their war was over the moment Aura brought White Cloud home and they chose not to kill him. Those had been the terms of the ceasefire, had they not? The war would end when he fought Anu - yet the Magun would never fire on the boy. It still won't even if he tries.

Sometimes he wonders what would have become of everyone if they'd all not been led astray by politics. Perhaps then, with more strength and awareness of their true enemy, their worlds would still be standing. Not without cost, of course. The price of peace is often paid in blood.

But maybe... uniting as Tiamat and Bahamut always should have would have stopped that little entitled brat's galactic-sized tantrum before everything had been ripped apart for good.

Perhaps it's not worth thinking about as often as he does. It's just another of many questions floating about his mind.

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🎼 + This one is a Misterican, too. He's known since they collected the man and his Other in the wilds, and the feeling he gets about him refuses to go away. He is a Misterican, plain and simple...

But one he can tell as distinctly different than the others. The old man reacts with what feels like genuine surprise to this man's presence, and it's an emotion he has never felt come from the Infernal Father. Not once, even with how Wonderland has some sort of jarring thing or another in every nook and cranny.

He hadn't even intended to speak with this one or find him awake in the bed Cid placed him into. He'd come solely to ensure White Cloud is indeed in one piece and recovering well.

Alas, the Prince of Mist slumbers away. The blue - no, Sielu is his name, isn't it? - Sielu is wedged in an uncomfortable-looking position between the orange Misterican and the side rails of the hospital bed, which he finds equally odd considering the man of blue's usual isolation, and the other man has eyes on him the moment he enters the room.

Blue eyes lock straight onto a citrine gaze. For some reason he does not understand, he finds himself frozen in his place, like he's unable to look away from this one soul.

Bahamut only keeps reeling at this man, in some state of disbelief so strong that he feels it as well. Something is strange with this one. Stranger than any of the others. Stranger than anything he's encountered the past years and stranger than any memory he's recovered and somehow... even stranger than White Cloud.

"Who are you?"

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ The sugar line is in his arm and he hates the feeling of it but he can't deny the sensation of the sweet substance flooding his system. He hasn't been able to get his hands on a straight supply like this since they landed in this death trap of a world. So how can he complain? He just has to leave this damn needle in his arm and lay here.

Pilvi is in view and Aqua is curled within his free arm. He just has to lay here and for as much as his every instinct is telling him to get up and move he does not. He's hardly had the time to stay still for any amount of time in the damn near two decades he's been in this rotting mess of a world and it feels so wrong to do so now.

Can't they do anything that would work faster? Isn't that doctor going to come back and check on Pilvi any time soon? Revon is setting just on the other side of the room with a chair pulled up to the side of Pilvi's bed. His hand has enveloped one of the prince's own as he continues to slumber. Pilvi hasn't woken up ever since he passed out in the forest.

There are footsteps coming closer and he waits as the door slides open and the Windarian walks through it. A man ducking down through the doorway with deep red hair and dark skin dressed in black.

Black.

Get him away from him.

Damnedable Soil Soul.

He wants nothing to do with Bahamut's Infernal spawn but yet here he stands staring at him. The only thing the symphony knows to do in that moment is to let the arm that is wrapped around his bond tighten as he pulls him even closer to his chest. The blue eyes that are on him now do nothing but make him feel cold.

And then comes his question. A plain, innocuous question that seems as such without any of the hidden undertones.

"Someone you shouldn't cross Windarian. What do you want?"

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Stuck

Szél wakes up after binding with the Magun. Maybe some good can come out of it, even though it hurts like hell.

CW for descriptions of pain, broken bones, death, and neglect. Implied abuse and (former) suicidal ideation.

A long groan leaves the boy's lips as he wakes with his head in a sea of fog and his body in a world of pain.

This damned gun is going to kill him. He just knows it, with how it feels his heart is trying to crawl out of his ribs and his back feels as if it's been lit aflame. His right arm - oh, his arm is the worst of all by far. It feels like every bone in it has been blasted to pieces. He can't move it and he can't feel his hand. His shoulder throbs with every breath that he takes and it's impossible to do anything but remain in this face-down position and sob. That only makes it worse, but the pain feeds into another cry - it can't be possible to survive this kind of agony.

He just wishes it'd come faster. It's not as if he'll be missed, after all.

Not with Soil like his. There are plenty of grey souls and far more of every other color, but his own... his own was labeled "undetermined" at his very birth. It didn't match any specific known hue and for that reason, his suffering began the day he took his first breath.

None amounted to this, though. Not even fucking close.

"Szél, right? Are you... feeling... okay?" a voice calls. He can't place it.

It can't be one of his superiors. They never give a damn about his "well-being". They never will.

Words won't come. Nothing comes out of him except another sob.

Small, fuzzy hands work a pillow under his head. He forces his eyes open and looks through tear-stained vision while those same small hands wipe the tears from his face.

It's a Moogle. Not one he's ever met, but a Moogle for sure.

"My last name is Kupo," he says. "... Listen, I know we probably won't get much time together. But I'm assigned to you, so... we might as well make it a little better, right, kid?"

His Moogle, apparently. They must have arranged a partner for him just to rub it in how dispensable he is. He expects Kupo to scoff at him any minute for crying like this, for being so weak, yet those little hands just keep rubbing his face dry. This is the most kindness he's ever known, and it's right here at the end of his worthless life.

"Kupo," he chokes out. The sound is strangled and it makes his heart skip several beats. Muscles across his back twitch and spasm as if small earthquakes are taking place underneath his skin. "What- What happens after this-?"

"... I don't know, to be honest. No one else has ever made it this far. Not until you." And again tiny paws wipe his face. They're so gentle. "You're really tough, you know that? No one else ever even woke up completely. It just kept sapping their energy until they went straight to the Spiral."

There's a long pause before Kupo continues. It's hard to believe anyone would think all this sobbing is 'tough', but... apparently Kupo hadn't been joking.

"I can't believe they put the Magun on a kid."

"I'm- almost twenty, I think," he replies breathlessly. His arm howls in protest at the intake of air required.

Maybe he is twenty. It's always been guesswork. No one ever told him the date of his birth. He could be nineteen or even maybe eighteen for all he knows, but twenty is his best guess.

"... That's still a kid, Szél."

Another pause. He's the first to speak this time.

"Kupo?"

"Hm?"

"It's... stupid, but... can you- can you just- stay?"

"We're partners, silly. Of course I'm staying. And you know what?"

His eyes open again. His vision is still blurry. He's so tired.

"If you make it, you won't get rid of me. You're stuck for life, partner."

The corners of his mouth twitch into a smile. Being stuck with Kupo doesn't sound so bad. Being stuck with Kupo sounds like he'll be stuck with someone who finally gives a shit, or at least somebody who doesn't hate him just for daring to breathe the same air.

He starts to drift back into sleep, but for once in his life, he wants to wake up. If he can just get better, maybe he can be around Kupo some more. That sounds like a much more tolerable way to live instead of being totally alone forever.

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Friend to Foe to Friend || Relationship with Kumo

This WILL contain spoilers for literally everything in the series! Also, this headcanon pertains specifically to @symphonicsoul 's portrayal of Kumo (hence the exclusivity).

Today, I'm going to talk about Kaze's most important relationship, and that's the one he has with White Cloud/Kumo.

At the beginning of the series, we see Kumo flash in Kaze's very sparse memories. He appears to be carrying the body of Aura, Kaze's sister. He then assumes that Kumo is responsible for the destruction of his world, as all he can connect and remember are Aura and Kumo. He feels drawn to him further by the fact Kumo is his literal counterpart and the Magun seems to seek him out.

In actuality, Windaria was destroyed by Chaos, not Kumo. What actually happened, you ask?

Well, first, Chaos destroyed the enemy kingdom of Misterica. Kumo, then known as Pilvi, survived, but ended up thrown through the dimensional tunnel to Windaria. Aura found the boy as an unconscious child in a field and brought him back to the house she and Kaze, then known as Szél, shared. Together, they nursed him back to health and Szél quickly took the boy under his wing. To avoid any Windarian soldiers finding and executing him, he and Aura renamed him Holdfény, or "small moon". Holdfény was a curious, loving, gentle child whom he grew to see as his family over the three years they spent living together.

Chaos then set its sights on Windaria and ripped it to shreds in the same manner. Aura, who had been gravely injured, sacrificed herself to help Szél summon Bahamut. Szél and Holdfény then fought side by side, both turning themselves into their true dragon forms.

Szél fused himself with Chaos, ordering Holdfény to strike them down to seal the galaxy destroying god away and prevent it from doing this again to another world.

There was a heavy toll to pay with that seal: Kaze's memories. He forgot almost everything, including his own name, and Chaos corrupted what little he did remember when he fused with it.

Ai and Yu gave him the name "Kaze" when he woke up in Wonderland 12 years later. He spends most of the series hellbent on destroying Kumo right up until nearly the finale when he finally understood that Chaos was the real threat. This time, Kumo is the one who fused himself with Chaos and Kaze was the one to seal it away.

Kumo's price was damage to his soul, such that he lost his own Mist. In FF:U After, he eventually regains it.

Presently, Kumo and Kaze travel together as companions. Kaze doesn't remember him very well to this day, but over the past several years in his present verse, Kumo has become his best friend.

Kumo is actually who he considers his best friend, but deep down, Kaze is scared to voice that whatsoever because he knows Chaos could resurface to rip away everything he loves all over again. He sees to it that he protects Kumo and makes sure his counterpart is happy with everything he has, but he does so quietly and from a distance. After all, the last time he was visibly caring for someone in his own memories, Chaos killed her. The friend that survived Windaria being torn apart and who found Kaze again in Wonderland was also killed (in the finale) and he knows Chaos wouldn't hesitate to take someone dear away again if given the chance.

Sometimes, another glimpse of a memory will be recovered, but that's something Kaze is experiencing little by little. The bond he has with Kumo now is different than the one that Szél had with Holdfény. Still, it is crucial. Still, it is the strongest bond that he has. Still, he considers Kumo to be the only thing he really has left to lose.

He will not verbally admit to caring for Kumo. He will never call Kumo his friend. He feels that it's just too dangerous. Instead, he'll often simply say that Kumo is "my Other", "my counterpart", or "my Moon" on the very rare chance that the circumstances allow for that.

He can't let himself show too much that he cares for anyone because he truly believes that means they'll die. Kumo is no exception to that.

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The Source of Death/Rebirth || The Soil Spiral

The Universe was created through two energies provided by the Goddess of Creation and the God of Destruction. The Soil Spiral is the energy responsible for death and rebirth, coming from Destruction, otherwise known as Lord Bahamut.

Soil is a magical element that makes up most worldly souls and has a ton of uses, the biggest of which is literally churning the cosmos so that they may be expanded upon by Mist. Any land-dwelling being generally has a soul made of Soil, which also contains a specific hue. Once an individual dies, their Soil enters the Soil Spiral and cycles. This makes it possible for Soil Mages to call upon Soil's energy to utilize spells, and some Mages can even use specific combinations of Soil to call upon powerful beings known as Eidolons.

Soil can also be harnessed to power anything that functions in a spiral, such as drills, some engines, and the Magun itself. It just has to move in a spiral motion to be utilized, which makes it much easier to use if fired from a barrel.

All life is created from one of the two universal energies, whether they know it or not. Creatures of the sky and the water are made of Mist, which is Soil's stark contrast. While Soil functions in a Spiral, Mist functions in a straight Line. Creatures of the land, including humans, are comprised of Soil.

Soil and Mist are polar opposites and as such, Soil souls cannot utilize Mist magic. At the end of the day, it's important to remember that these two forces are equal in power and both necessary to the functions of the universe as a whole.

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i'm making my fiancè watch FF:U with me now that i've got my DVD player hooked up to the TV downstairs :3c

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Windaria || The Land of Soil

Windaria was a planet which orbited two suns. It had three moons, though the largest one was by far the most visible in the night sky. Its climate was a mix of vast deserts and lush forests, depending on where one chose to go. Regardless of where one found themselves, though, it was generally warm. The forests were humid whereas the deserts were dry. Windarian deserts were often quite cold at night. Neighboring planets in its star system were completely inhabitable to all life, leaving Windaria the sole ruler of their galactic neighborhood.

It was ruled by its military and was largely governed by that military's commander, essentially under martial law at all times. Smaller city-states existed under the larger overarching government, but all deferred to the military as the highest authority.

Windaria's people, called Windarians, were the closest to the God of Destruction, Bahamut. As beings made of pure Soil and attuned to the Soil Spiral, they acted in favor of the collective with the knowledge that rebirth was imminent in some form or fashion. They knew Bahamut as their Infernal Father and Bahamut's six lower gods as their direct bloodline. Different city-states typically had different primary gods of worship out of those six.

Windarians were a humanoid species, though they were often quite a bit larger and their senses were much sharper than that of a human's. It wasn't out of place to see a Windarian whose claws were left unfiled, and their canine teeth were extremely sharp. This made them excellent warriors and fantastic combatants, which fueled their general sense of pride and superiority over beings of Mist, whom they largely viewed as more fragile and selfish. They were at war with the kingdom of Mist, called Misterica, for thousands of years. Battles were often fought on Windarian soil or in the dimensional tunnel that connected the two planets.

Their prophecy foretold of their chosen warrior, whomever could attune to the Magun and survive, winning in battle against Misterica's chosen warrior, the Child of White and wielder of the Maken.

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The Children of Destruction || The Infernals

Windarians are Soil-souled beings who are directly descended from Bahamut. Being so close to the God of the Soil, the Windarians' Soil matches the color of their blood. A Windarian with green Soil would bleed green, for instance.

The Windarians organized their society around Soil, with people typically assigned certain places based on the color their Soil was read as at birth. They also based their society on collectivism and contributing to Windaria as a whole, as their Soil would eventually enter the Spiral once the person passed away. Soil Mages could then utilize the Soil to cast spells or summon beings known as Eidolons.

Additionally, Soil in the Spiral tends to reincarnate over time regardless of whether or not it is called upon by a Mage. Windarians are the only species capable of utilizing the Spiral and consider themselves to be the guardians of it and those who speak for Bahamut, who they refer to as the "Infernal Father." They are the universal opposites to the children of Tiamat, the Celestials.

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Table of Contents

Massive WIP, but it'll be done eventually! I plan to add a bunch more posts to this after I get off work.

** indicates a post was written by @symphonicsoul

Lore Posts

Twin Stars || Creation and Destruction **

The Celestials || The Children of Creation **

The Infernals || The Children of Destruction

The Source of Life || The Linear Mist **

The Source of Death/Rebirth || The Spiral of Soil

The Six || Bahamut's Lower Gods (wip)

The Seven || Tiamat's Lower Gods

Misterica || The Land of Mist **

Windaria || The Land of Soil

Wonderland || The Land of Chaos **

About Windaria

Windaria's Government (wip)

Windaria's Environment (wip)

Windaria's Religion (wip)

Windarian Military (wip)

Windarian Physiology || Blood/Scarring (wip)

Moogles || Assigned Companions (wip)

About Kaze

The Demon Gun || The Magun (wip)

The Soil Spiral || Casting and Color (wip)

A Toll to Pay || Sealing Chaos (wip)

A Voice In My Heart || Bahamut's Presence (wip)

Tears of the Rainbow || Aura (wip)

Soul Gun Metal || Moogle Kupo (wip)

Friend to Foe to Friend || Kumo

Summons || Phoenix (wip)

Summons || Typhoon (wip)

Summons || Shiva (wip)

Summons || Ixion (wip)

Summons || Bismark (wip)

Summons || Ifrit (wip)

Summons || Odin (wip)

Summons || Atomos (wip)

Summons || Titan (wip)

Summons || Meteor Master (wip)

Summons || Tri-Disaster (wip)

Summons || Knights of the Round (wip)

Summons || Hades (wip)

Summons || Raiden (wip)

Summons || Alexander (wip)

Summons || Anima (wip)

Summons || Gun Dragon (wip)

About Wonderland

An Overview of Wonderland **

The Floating Fortress || Gaudium (and its Lords) **

Wonderlandian Text **

Writing/Drabbles

Stuck - Kaze meets Kupo after he gets stuck with the Magun.

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Welcome to my blog!

This is a semi-selective roleplay/ask blog for Kuroki Kaze/Black Wind from Final Fantasy: Unlimited, counterpart to Shiroi Kumo/White Cloud. Spoilers for the series will go largely untagged as the series is well over 20 years old. It should be noted that there are a lot of potentially triggering themes/content here and all triggers are tagged with "___ tw" (no quotations). The nature of the series is VERY crossover and OC friendly, so please don't be shy!

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Meme Library (wip)

Permanent Starter Call

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The prince's protection is his Oath.

Such a simple statement, yet it makes things no clearer than they were moments ago.

Admittedly, he does not remember what Misterican Oaths entail. The question now is whether he should inquire about it to this man or to White Cloud... but White Cloud is likely sound asleep. At least, he should be. He needs all the sleep he can get.

It is best not to disturb him so late, especially with the state he'd returned in. Herba's pollen had struck him down like a stone and it takes him longer to recover from things these days.

White Cloud calls them family. Binds. Best friends.

Words he can't quite grasp. He only knows that they are important. He only knows that they are not to be trifled with or interrupted.

Even as much as these strangers are confusing, his polar opposites, they are important to his Other somehow and no harm should come to them. Questions, he figures, should not be harmful, even if their people have been at war for far longer than he can comprehend.

Chaos wants all of them equally dead as it stands. The worlds they had been warring over are long since gone. There would be no benefit to fighting between any of them beyond verbal spats of slight annoyance, as with the blue one weeks ago.

"So then," he replies, "you are his guardian. What of the others? How did you survive?"

.·:¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨:·. The prince has turned to bed for the night, with him he has taken that of Sielu into his nest in hopes that he could make the man of the waves feel at least a fraction better than he was feeling before. While Sinfonia's safe return has been brought to them - his cobind is not taking the elder musician's state very well. So Pilvi has brought both his bind and his uncle into his room to nest with them in hopes of easing their worries.

And so he stands. Stands in the same place he would have held willingly for all the decades since the prince's birth. All the decades he missed when he was torn away from him those many many years ago. The night is largely quiet and he will find his own rest come the morn when everyone else has woken up and started to go about their business. He can trust Pilvi to Aamunkoitto and Valo; Sielu and Sinfonia when that comes and it is only then that he will find his own rest.

Lest the prince lecture him otherwise.

What he is not expecting is a voice. A strange sounding heartbeat and a voice. Footsteps of heavy boots and a deep voice speaking to him with a singular question. Why?

Why does he stand here unceasing?

He hardly remembers a time when he didn't.

"The prince's protection is my Oath. I need no other reason."

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for @symphonicsoul (revon)

It takes no time to find his way down the darkened halls of the Comodeen. Everyone seems to have wound down for the night, save for himself and one particular knight he's continued to notice each day, near unmoving at a post outside White Cloud's door.

He finds it strange how the guard never seems to tire. Has this always been the man's station, or is he so lost in this world that he's assigned it to himself?

Whatever the case, he is clearly White Cloud's guardian somehow. Whatever the case, this man is part of the puzzle that makes up his Other. He cannot remember if White Cloud has told him about Misterica or its people. He hasn't found it in himself to ask again, either.

The hesitance stems mainly from not wanting to stir up anything that could further fuel Chaos or somehow put a wall between them again and he still finds himself angered, deep down, that he has been turned against someone he thinks he regarded as close as family long ago.

He stops a few feet in front of the man. Revon, he thinks he's heard White Cloud call him. This man who has answers.

Greetings are unnecessary. Bahamut seems familiar with this one, if the Magun or the hum resonating within his mind is anything to go off of. It isn't as if the bastard ever gives him a certain answer.

"You," he begins, "why do you stand there unceasing?"

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It is always a good thing for White Cloud to be within his sights. Good because his Other tends to wander, off in search of someone's comrade or off to carry one of his returned soul binds to the skies or off to assist some person in some way.

For such an individual soul, for one made solely of Mist, White Cloud does prioritize the wellbeing of Wonderland's denizens far more than himself. The Cloud, though, needs rest just as well. Rest and repair. Chaos has chipped the Maken, whether this is a fact either of them tend to speak of or not, and thus has put White Cloud's very soul into tatters that he can only hope to mend over time. He does not know his small moon very well, but he knows the man who lies across him now. He knows that this man, this small, purring, selfless, reckless being is the last person to deserve any of the hellish circumstances they both find themselves in, and some part of him is painfully aware that the years he spent asleep were not pleasant to his dear friend.

It is only fair for White Cloud to be allowed to sleep now. To heal, even if only a little. He cannot continue to help, as it is in his very nature, if he himself crumbles any more than he already has.

"Rest, now. An empty cup has nothing to pour."

His arm tenses around the swordsman. A hug, or at least the best he can provide given the fact he has only one arm with which it's able to hold anything.

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ The smell of Black Wind's cloak brings out a contented sigh and a low purr as the cloud prince lays while he rumbles. Curling towards the built frame of the larger man, he pulls his sword a bit close to his chest. He can hear singing. Singing from within and he knows - Lady Tiamat has always been so happy when Lord Bahamut is near.

He can relate. He feels the same way about the Windarian even if they don't always get along. It's better than it used to be and he knows Black Wind is dealing with a lot. There's a twelve year gap of time in his memory and the Cloud can only do so much to help him fill in the blank space.

For now he shifts closer. Lays comfortably. He doesn't need words. He doesn't need conversation. A hand resting in his hair and the scent of his Other are more than enough. For now - he thinks he'll settle for a nap.