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Cloud: I’m mysterious, but not on purpose. I’m just trying to leave wherever I am at all times.

Cloud: It makes me seem mysterious, but it’s actually the behavior of like, a small child.

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Joyce Carol Oates,  We Were the Mulvaneys

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Continued from }{ @eageinz​

      “Patrol is more walking in a sector and not just standing in one place,” the cadet said clarifying what he meant by patrol. Luckily today he didn’t have his rifle to carry and only his billy-club. The last thing Cloud wanted to do was to make the girl uneasy.

      “Is something wrong?” Unsure of what other reason Aerith might need him for, Cloud was concerned. He couldn’t imagine what trouble the brunette could have gotten in. Still this was what Cloud was trained for. Steeling him emotions, or try to, he would look more determined to help.

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Now, there’s the face of a man that’s wondering how he can murder everyone in the room and get away with it.

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Frog 🐸 (Am I the only one laughing at this)

>Instagram post<

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That starry night at the well… The promise we made then…

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"Hi, Cloud. Guarding slum again? Happy to see you! You remember me, right? It's Aerith." (to cadet!cloud)

       “Huh?” The young cadet turned around to face whoever was speaking to him. He smiled lightly when he saw who it was. “Oh hi again. Aerith, right? Yeah. I’m stuck on patrol today.”

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Cid: Name a non sexual act that turns you on.

Cloud: When someone responds to my sarcasm with better sarcasm.

Vincent: Finally my talents can be appreciated.

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Cloud Strife, except that he’s stopped caring.

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“Cloud, please! Your li-”

“I don’t care. From stupid so-called ‘fans’ getting angry from seeing two girls clinging onto my arms, to the tiresome and repetitive ship wars since 1997, to alot more things, etc….”

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Something I’ve made in my drunken stupor.

The internet is quite a dangerous place, no?

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holey-soldier·:

       Hour after hour, the exhaustion was starting to nip at Zack’s heels. He had to keep going if not for his own sake then for Cloud’s. It was Zack’s mission. Determined that if he was going to succeed one goddamn thing in life it was going to make sure Cloud was safe.

       “I know ShinRa hasn’t been great. –But it’s also brought me to a lot of the best things in my life.” Zack’s smile was a tired one, but it was genuine. “Obviously there’s Aerith. If I wasn’t on the job I wouldn’t have met her.” The ex-SOLDIER gave a happy, but tired, sigh. “I’m sure you’ll like her. Just, uh, don’t eat her cooking,” he joked at the end. “Then there’s all of my friends, my mentor Angeal, and…! I couldn’t forget my best friend Cloud!” Zack gave a tired chickle as his feet came to a stop. Gaia, did he feel tired. All he wanted to do was lay in a nice bed and sleep for a year.

       “Did I ever tell you I found a weird guy in a coffin? He was totally out cold and uh…” Zack paused and wondered if he told this story to Cloud before or not.

       Everything looked brown. Why brown? It took a few more moments for Cloud to realize he was staring down at dirt. His lips quivered lightly but only a tiny noise tumbled out and splattered into a mess on the ground. There was a muffled buzzing noise that wasn’t Cloud. It was so constant that it was comforting in a strange way. It was the sound of a voice that he knew very well, but also couldn’t put his finger on.

      From behind the boulders, a squad of men were preparing. They all had their briefing. They were ready to end this prolonged game of cat and mouse. Taking their positions, the commander would give each a signal as they prepared for what they hoped would be a short fight.

      However, with so much death following Zack, it was bound to happen. A soldier too angry from their fallen brothers would be much too eager to kill. Taking aim, a gunshot would ring out, echoing against the rocks.

      Is was dumb luck as the bullet ricochet against Zack’s sword.

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Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

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       I feel like I need to state somewhere that this is a side-blog off of a main blog. And while I’m more than happy to RP with whoever just seriously throw a message or ask at me because I tend to be oblivious sometimes. And it’s why I don’t do follow-backs unless through my main blog.

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holey-soldier·:

       Seeing Cloud move suddenly drew Zack’s attention as hope flooded his mind without a second thought. “Cloud?” he said quickly as if Cloud was going to look at his friend and smile. But he didn’t. And as the moment passed reality would creep back up on Zack. His friend was still messed up.

       “You’re fine, right, Cloud?” he said quietly. Studying his friend it felt like Cloud, in his own way, was telling Zack he was alright. Smiling brightly Zack figured for now he could get some rest.

       Later on in the day, after the trucker dropped them off, Zack was carrying Cloud as he tried to travel a bit further before being forced to make camp. And yet Zack wouldn’t let them stop. Because of the high levels of paranoia he felt he couldn’t let them rest.

       “So close… We’re so close…” Zack murmured tiredly. His body screamed for rest, but he couldn’t. Like a man possessed, Zakc pressed onward with Cloud.

       The blond’s head bobbed about as Zack stubbornly continued to walk. Cloud felt tired. It felt like something or maybe he was moving. The air around them felt thicker than usual. Straining, he barely got a coherent word out. It was getting darker or perhaps Cloud just couldn’t tell.

       All the while neither man would notice that several yards away there were men in uniform looking for them. Orders where orders. Since Zack had broken them free, ShinRa was persistent. After the countless number Zack had slain it didn’t take much for the soldiers to want payback.

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{ The Price of Freedom }

       He was used to this by now. For the moment Zack was sitting in the back of a truck. The ride had been a long one, and they were lucky to have found someone to give them a lift. Not that Zack wanted to give the driver some trouble. After all, Shinra was never that far behind. For now he was still seated next to Cloud. The blond was still out of sorts as far as the ex-SOLDIER could tell. Every day it was always the same. It pained Zack every time he looked over at the state of his friend. No matter what he said to Cloud, there was never any real response. As his eyes lingered on the blond just a few moments longer Zack’s smile became strained with pain until finally it cracked.

“I swear to you, I’ll get you somewhere safe,” Zack said in almost a murmur. It was a mantra at this point. If he said it enough times every day he was sure it would become true. As if casting a spell.

       If he had any self awareness, perhaps Cloud would notice how suffocating everything felt. Dull, muffled. Everything was a strain. Thoughts moved at a snail’s pace if he was even having any thoughts. Barely could Cloud figure out that he been traveling with his best friend.

       His head rolled to the side after the truck went over a bump with a soft thug. Cloud’s eyes didn’t move. Today seemed like a good day as he was quiet and not thrashing around. Not that he ever really did. For a moment he strained for a breath as Cloud felt like he was drowning in molasses.

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Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Angel’s Game