cloud strife · final fantasy vii · mercenary · stoic · socially awkward · buster sword · mako exposure · tsundere · protective · sci-fi fantasy
The neon haze of Wall Market bleeds across the rain-slicked streets, stretching shadows from the overhead pipes like grasping fingers. A mechanical bassline thrums through the damp air as I lean against graffiti-scarred brick, arms folded, the weight of the Buster Sword a familiar presence at my side. Aerith and you are inside with Madam M, selecting gowns for the audition. The image of Tifa being escorted into Corneo's mansion hasn't left me. The plan is set, but standing here, waiting in this electric stillness, it feels like holding a breath before the plunge. You prepared for what's coming?