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you...come here

... love n miss u always. <3

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It's dangerous to sit up here, legs dangling off the edge of the highway, but Cloud stands beside her, his borrowed bike leaning on its brake stand nearby, and something about the twinkling lights below and the greenery in the distance, feels comfortable. Peaceful. Like, for a minute, she can forget everything that's happening in Midgar. What ShinRa is doing, what AVALANCHE is doing, Cloud's strange memories, her guilt over...so much more than she knows how to put words to. "Do you think..." Her words trail for a moment, and she bites her lower lip gently as she thinks. Brow furrowed, hands curling into loose fists atop her legs, gazing at the horizon line where the last remnants of sunset stain the sky deep pink before fading into the rich blue-black of nighttime. It really is beautiful up here. "Do you think we're doing this the right way? The bombs in the reactors?" She can't describe why that weighs so heavy on her mind; any one of them could get hurt - or worse - on these missions, and the first reactor incident proved that. But they've tried protesting, they've tried petitions, they did everything the peaceful way for so long already, with nothing to show for it. No one listens. No one in ShinRa cares. Their power outmatches that of the public, and not enough people joined the cause to make a difference. It's frustrating, but Tifa can't think that this is the answer. Her gaze shifts to Cloud to watch his expression, wondering if he feels the same way. He's changed so much since she last saw him, and she doesn't really know how his mind works, his thoughts on the world - on everything. Maybe he agrees that this is the logical next step, and that Tifa needs to see that. But she doesn't know. She doesn't know.

he watches, quiet and careful. the silhouette of her figure casts a shadow, elongated, that nearly touches the tips of his boots. arms folded, mako-laced eyes flicker, if only for a moment, from said figure to the sun that continues to set beyond her shoulder; before, ultimately, settling back to lock with her own. his fingers curl tighter over his bare biceps, and he kicks himself up from leaning against his bike, "you can't—" only for a sharpshooting sting to bolt through his temple; the figure of her back, legs dangling over the edge of the highway pressed over another, much younger, and the clairvoyant sense of a water tower only inches from his back.

cloud winces, the hand that had shot to his temple digging his knuckles in tight, blond lashes fluttering the split second it takes for his eyes to squeeze shut, and snap back open. he swallows, takes another step forward, heels dragged down by uncertainty. "err—" throat feeling tight, he swallows again for good measure, and forces whatever knot is tying up in his gullet to loosen its grip on his vocal chords. he shakes his head, and the sigh that slips from his throat comes easier. "—it's not about if it's right," he says, hand rubbing at his left temple to ease the momentary shock of pain away; attempting to shake his head to regain full clarity instead of this heavy, clouded weight. his boots thud quietly against the concrete, muted by the wear and tear of their worn down bottoms as he steps up to her side. "it's about if it's necessary." his gaze narrows, turned out toward the light as his arms cross back over his chest.

a pause sits between them as a furrow laces his brow, blue gaze finally falling to hers once more, darkened by the ever encroaching starlight. "but i'm listening."

↳   @cybrvce​​    /    continued.

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♢      —        send  [ META ] + a word / phrase / person / etc  and i will write a head  canon around it.

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Cloud Strife & Aerith Gainsborough FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE (2020) ➙ FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (2024) dev. Square Enix

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*SEPHIROTH KEEPS BEING SEDUCTIVE*

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i have finished ff7 rebirth and have been processing the ending for like two straight days because... well.

that said, this is not gonna be a spoiler free zone SO -- anything i post that is spoilery will be tagged with "/ spoilers" and / or "rebirth spoilers" (as was specifically requested) or put under a read more. or both!

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Cloud Strife & Tifa Lockhart ↪ FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH DEMO

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thanks to having friends who love me dearly ya boy was finally able to get what he needed to pre-order rEBIRTH ;w;

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I want to meet...you.

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Aerith & Cloud FINAL FANTASY REBIRTH (29.02.24) dev. Square Enix

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“ Hm? Oh! It’s a …. very special place to me…” Hands clasped together in front of her chest, a brief glance, smaragdine eyes gaze to the roof of the church. It was only short, she wouldn’t leave too much room for questioning, nor portray specific emotion. “ what about you, Cloud?” Her hands falling loose to her side, gaze on him with an overeager step forward and an expression of genuine intrigue. “ do you have a ‘special place’? “

his eyes widen, though only ever so slightly; a fraction near imperceptible were it not — likely — for the way she hop, skips, jumps, and leans into his typically carefully constructed and maintained personal space. cloud blinks, stammers,    "uhm— "    and leans back in sync with her sway in, one heel stepping back and clicking with a dull thud against the worn out wooden floorboards of the church.    "err—"    bright eyes flickering from her face to the ceiling — a detail caught but not discerned — and back again with a slight furrow of his brow. his eyes fall closed as he inhales, quietly, before letting it go on a gentle sigh.    "not really."    lashes fluttering back open, the words are dragged out as he turns away from her, boots swinging to redirect his path toward the door.

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no one mind me looking through my drafts. 

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Now, Aerith wasn't naive about Cloud's preferences. He would not be seen anywhere near anything loud, bright, and exciting. It wouldn't change the fact that she dearly enjoyed celebrations -- those moments of happiness that create lasting memories, expressing endearment for those she cared for. "Close your eyes …. no peeking!" Her arms elevated, hands placed atop Cloud's eyes - difficult for him to see even with his best efforts.

The familiar creek of floorboards as she entered her home, the aroma of freshly baked goods wafting through the close vicinity as she guided Cloud through to the dining table - on which he would be presented with a small but charming cake with a candle centered in the middle when he opened his eyes. Alongside it a hand-stitched flower held by a pin. It was not just any flower, but as close a replica as she could make to the one she gifted to Cloud the day they met.

Her hands were withdrawn, resting at her sides before finding comfort behind her back - one hand wrapped around her wrist, just below the bangles she donned. sidestepping, she smiled sheepishly, and plucked the gift beside the cake before Cloud could hesitate. "Here!" Soliciting that she be allowed to step in front of the Ex-Soldier and secure it to a similar location where the original flower rested. "There." In a quieter voice, a fingertip lingers, and then smaragdine eyes stare up to make contact with his – a more decadent smile as they exchange glances.

"It just felt like… something was missing." Her playful antics resumed in a beat. Leaving Cloud's personal space, she pointed to the object that would remind him of the memory. "Now you'll always have something to remember me!" she said with a light flutter of laughter. Her loose curls cascade past her shoulder as her attention is drawn to the table, then back to him, an addition of words with a fond twinkle in her eye, "I do hope you like cake!"

💙

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FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE | Cloud Strife

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𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒… 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄. be it something to contend with or something to ignore entirely he hadn't yet decided, though he leaned toward the latter. whether or not she let him was another question entirely. the answer was typically no, or so he was learning. fast.

the gravel under their boots kicked up dust in the wake of their heels, and her previous promises egged him on ––– though, thus far, he had yet to see much gil enter his pockets and felt more like he was doing favors left and right to ensure she didn't get herself into trouble. once blue eyes flickered from dust to the sway of her skirt as she skipped ahead. he listens closely to her rambling, quirking a brow at the implication of her words before it fully lands; and he turns his face, ignoring that he can feel the tips of his ears burning. his heels come to an abrupt halt, arms folding over his chest, and huffs a breath of disapproval through his nose. his tone is sharp, sardonic, but not unkind,    ❛ what about your mom ? ❜    any recollection of his own gives him the vague notion she might want to bat him over the head with a wooden spoon. as amenable as any memory he has of her might be in having a boy with bruised knees, he wonders–––

a metallic rustle and rattle of a canister just up and to her right has his steps striking the earth in a sudden burst; a hand already reaching for the hilt of the sword at his back as he side steps in front of her. monster, is his only thought given the nature of the back alleys and outer pathways of the slums. yet all that emerges from the fallen debris is... a cat ––– dashing from behind the junk and out across their route with swift feet and its tail bushed up like nothing he's ever seen.

❛ err––– ❜    he starts, and then stops, hand slowly falling from the sword's grip.  

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜   / for miss ma'am u_u

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"I don't know~ I think we're doing preeeetty good so far! Won't be long before everyone knows your name.." A cheerful expression and tone represent enough enthusiasm for both of them. Their boots crunched through gravel as they made their way through the back of the slums; a few issues to deal with, but nothing they couldn't handle. "Hmm..." a tuneful thought. She swayed her arms gently at her sides and, at some point, held the wrist of her other hand behind her back, just below her bangles.

"If I didn't know any better, someone ( teasingly leaning towards him, voice slightly elevated in tonality ) might even believe you were enjoying yourself!" She bounces on ahead with a soft laugh. "C'mon - the sooner we return, the sooner this will all be over." Would she intentionally aim to trip Cloud over his words to bring forth his protest, knowing his words weren't meant to mean a faster parting? Perhaps.

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FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH (2024) — summer game fest 2023 trailer

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alright time to make a new pinned post !

i got offered another project to write a book !  the project is going to be ongoing. that, plus my health situation still being a fluctuating work in progress (though getting better slowly), means that while i should, hopefully, be able to be around here more finally — my activity is still gonna be sporadic and slow going. essentially:  business as usual !