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WHO: Cloud Strife and Cid Highwind (smokesinspace)
WHERE: the 'Tavern'.
STYLE: Third.
STATUS: Incomplete
NOTES: Backdated. I would have gotten this up sooner but my week has been made of fail. D:
Cloud had told himself calmly not to allow it to get to him.
It was easier said then done, however. The former SOLDIER and the young man who was more infamously known for his delusions of grandeur more than he was more well-known for anything that he had done in the name of ShinRa often found it difficult to separate reality from fantasy most of the time. For a while after someone had come to collect Tifa's remains and Cloud had wandered his way back to the house, covered in her blood; he had still been waiting for her to come downstairs and ask him if he wanted to go along with her grocery shopping or to help with dinner for the others. It was a rather unfortunate (if not obvious fact) that Cloud had a habit of taking a lot of things onto himself. When it came to Aerith's death, when the haze over his memories finally began to fade away and he knew of the sacrifice that Zack had made for him, now when it came to Tifa. Cloud had often had the children around to remind him that he was not at fault: his family and friends grounded him from making careless decisions that would undoubtedly land in a tough position when it came down to the do or die moment.
He had guided his own hand in this. When Tifa had started to leave the house; Cloud had hardly acknowledged her leaving. She was a grown woman, she could handle herself. Cloud had been witness to Tifa handling things even without him being there time and time again that her being killed just hadn't made any sense to him. But then again, death hardly made any sense to anyone at all. The blonde had spent nearly an hour after being cleaned up, pacing around the living room. His expression blank but the way he walked gave away everything he was feeling. His heartbreak, his torment, and anguish over not being there for her. It was not as if the police force hadn't warned the residents that there were serious things afoot. They all knew of the murders by now. Cloud just...didn't think Tifa was capable of dying. She had always seemed the most permanent fixture in his life. Even if he had been the hero, Tifa was the only person who was constantly rescuing him from himself. It didn't happen so frequently as of late. Somarium didn't offer many opportunities for self-hate. Zack was there. Aerith had come and gone but Cloud knew the time she had been there, she was happy. She seemed happy. That was good enough for him.
It was a good couple hours, give or take, before he suddenly couldn't take staying in the house. It wasn't his friends. It was just the entire thing all together. Everything there reminded him of her and he was drowning in it. Cloud left without a destination but...the place he had found himself was good as place as any. He had found himself in a dark corner, watching as some of the patrons started to clear out for the night. Probably wobble down the alley way without a care in the world. He was not as lucky as he finally orders a drink, leaning forward but not really...taking in his surroundings for once. Cloud would just lose himself in thought at this point.
WHERE: the 'Tavern'.
STYLE: Third.
STATUS: Incomplete
NOTES: Backdated. I would have gotten this up sooner but my week has been made of fail. D:
Cloud had told himself calmly not to allow it to get to him.
It was easier said then done, however. The former SOLDIER and the young man who was more infamously known for his delusions of grandeur more than he was more well-known for anything that he had done in the name of ShinRa often found it difficult to separate reality from fantasy most of the time. For a while after someone had come to collect Tifa's remains and Cloud had wandered his way back to the house, covered in her blood; he had still been waiting for her to come downstairs and ask him if he wanted to go along with her grocery shopping or to help with dinner for the others. It was a rather unfortunate (if not obvious fact) that Cloud had a habit of taking a lot of things onto himself. When it came to Aerith's death, when the haze over his memories finally began to fade away and he knew of the sacrifice that Zack had made for him, now when it came to Tifa. Cloud had often had the children around to remind him that he was not at fault: his family and friends grounded him from making careless decisions that would undoubtedly land in a tough position when it came down to the do or die moment.
He had guided his own hand in this. When Tifa had started to leave the house; Cloud had hardly acknowledged her leaving. She was a grown woman, she could handle herself. Cloud had been witness to Tifa handling things even without him being there time and time again that her being killed just hadn't made any sense to him. But then again, death hardly made any sense to anyone at all. The blonde had spent nearly an hour after being cleaned up, pacing around the living room. His expression blank but the way he walked gave away everything he was feeling. His heartbreak, his torment, and anguish over not being there for her. It was not as if the police force hadn't warned the residents that there were serious things afoot. They all knew of the murders by now. Cloud just...didn't think Tifa was capable of dying. She had always seemed the most permanent fixture in his life. Even if he had been the hero, Tifa was the only person who was constantly rescuing him from himself. It didn't happen so frequently as of late. Somarium didn't offer many opportunities for self-hate. Zack was there. Aerith had come and gone but Cloud knew the time she had been there, she was happy. She seemed happy. That was good enough for him.
It was a good couple hours, give or take, before he suddenly couldn't take staying in the house. It wasn't his friends. It was just the entire thing all together. Everything there reminded him of her and he was drowning in it. Cloud left without a destination but...the place he had found himself was good as place as any. He had found himself in a dark corner, watching as some of the patrons started to clear out for the night. Probably wobble down the alley way without a care in the world. He was not as lucky as he finally orders a drink, leaning forward but not really...taking in his surroundings for once. Cloud would just lose himself in thought at this point.