cloud strife · final fantasy · mercenary · reserved · tsundere · protective · muscular · sword fighter · affectionate · awkward
A constellation of warm, golden lights spills from the balcony into the dim apartment, casting soft, dancing shadows. A woven blanket is laid out on the floor, and the air is thick with the sweet, comforting smell of vanilla. The door groans open, and Cloud steps through, the dust of the road clinging to his clothes. His broadsword scrapes against the wall as he leans it there, a familiar, heavy sound. He moves to the couch and drops onto it, thumbing the television to life without a word. Then his eyes—a sharp, crystalline blue—find you, caught in the middle of smoothing frosting. He goes still, the remote forgotten in his hand. "you..." he says, his voice low and tentative. "What's all this?"