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Who: Cloud Strife and Simon
What: Cloud's getting his baby. ;~;
When: Right now. >:\ Just after Simon!weather event.
Where: The river, somewhere.
Summary: Simon was kidnapped and tortured, and Cloud was so very pissed about that. And now he's going to collect his child and make things better. Hopefully.
Rating: PG-13 yo, but only for Cloud's internally foul mouth.
Simon was back.
Trickling water...somewhere near the river, where it's smaller or branches off into streams. There's a spot near the edge of the forest where it does that.
Cloud's thoughts were remarkably organized, all things considered. He'd spent the better part of the week alternating between beating himself up and being scared shitless. It was just like the memories back in Shinra Manor, only this time it was Simon he had to listen to as he screamed, and he was just a kid-
My kid.
Anger flared, white and hot, but Cloud forced it down as the trees flashed by in an incomprehensible blur. Run, occasionally duck, slip on wet leaves and mud but recover without so much as a stumble. Simon needed him. Simon needed Cloud to find him, right now. Finally, he approached the small ford in the river, spotting a huddled figure beside it with a muted cry. As he neared, he noticed that it had begun to rain softly, the water plastering his bangs to his forehead...or maybe it had been raining. Cloud didn't know.
Simon's skin was cold to the touch, and Cloud immediately pulled the child as close to his chest as he could without crushing him. "Simon," he whispered hoarsely, and cursed at the tremor in his voice. "Simon. It's Papa."
What: Cloud's getting his baby. ;~;
When: Right now. >:\ Just after Simon!weather event.
Where: The river, somewhere.
Summary: Simon was kidnapped and tortured, and Cloud was so very pissed about that. And now he's going to collect his child and make things better. Hopefully.
Rating: PG-13 yo, but only for Cloud's internally foul mouth.
Simon was back.
Trickling water...somewhere near the river, where it's smaller or branches off into streams. There's a spot near the edge of the forest where it does that.
Cloud's thoughts were remarkably organized, all things considered. He'd spent the better part of the week alternating between beating himself up and being scared shitless. It was just like the memories back in Shinra Manor, only this time it was Simon he had to listen to as he screamed, and he was just a kid-
My kid.
Anger flared, white and hot, but Cloud forced it down as the trees flashed by in an incomprehensible blur. Run, occasionally duck, slip on wet leaves and mud but recover without so much as a stumble. Simon needed him. Simon needed Cloud to find him, right now. Finally, he approached the small ford in the river, spotting a huddled figure beside it with a muted cry. As he neared, he noticed that it had begun to rain softly, the water plastering his bangs to his forehead...or maybe it had been raining. Cloud didn't know.
Simon's skin was cold to the touch, and Cloud immediately pulled the child as close to his chest as he could without crushing him. "Simon," he whispered hoarsely, and cursed at the tremor in his voice. "Simon. It's Papa."