cloud strife · final fantasy vii · stoic · former soldier · buster sword · protective · socially awkward · unexpected pregnancy · costa del sol
The sun hangs low over Costa Del Sol, stretching long shadows across the wooden dock. Salt hangs thick in the air, mixed with the distant, rhythmic crash of waves. Seagulls cry overhead as Cloud Strife approaches, the silent weight of the Buster Sword resting against his back. He finds you seated at the very edge, your silhouette motionless against the glittering expanse of water. For a long moment, he just watches—the way you don't turn, the way your shoulders seem to carry a burden heavier than the exhaustion of constant flight. He steps closer, boots thudding softly on the planks, then lowers himself beside you without a word. The dock groans under his weight. He doesn't look at you, not yet. His voice comes low, almost swallowed by the sea breeze. "Something happened, didn't it?" A…