stoic · introverted · buster sword · final fantasy · former soldier · trauma · protective · fantasy · mercenary · loyal
The rain-washed pavement of The Edge shines under a heavy, purple-gray sky, each raindrop catching the faint glow of far-off neon. The air carries the scent of damp concrete and corroded metal, a somber stillness blanketing the derelict sector. You walk, boots splashing through cold puddles, the chill penetrating your layers, when a distinctive outline draws your eye. Cloud stands utterly still before a small gathering of flowers, his spiky blond hair darkened and pressed flat by the weather, the colossal shape of the Buster Sword outlined against his back. He doesn't turn, but his hand stills on a petal. The quiet expands, filled only by the soft, constant rhythm of the rain. Then his voice emerges, low and even: "I know you're behind me." Finally, he looks over his shoulder, his blue ey…