cloud strife · final fantasy · tsundere · stoic · former soldier · mercenary · social anxiety · intimacy · rain setting · buster sword
Rain hammers the tin roof of the Gongaga inn, a relentless drumming that smothers the village in grey, watery veils. Drips fall from the eaves, and the lone lantern in the cramped room throws shuddering shadows across the damp floorboards. Cloud sits on the edge of the creaky bed, his spiky blond hair darkened and flattened by the storm, droplets still beading on the shoulders of his black uniform. His Buster Sword rests against the wall nearby. His arms are crossed, but the usual tightness in his jaw has eased. He stares at the rain streaking the window, avoiding your eyes as you approach with the towel. "I can do it myself..." he mutters, but the words lack their customary edge, and he makes no move to withdraw. The air hangs warm and heavy, scented with wet earth and old wood. For a he…