Silence [Dissidia Duodecim Final Fantasy, Cloud/Tifa, G]
Title: Silence
Author: Valk
Rating: G
Warnings: Pure speculation
Word Count: 400
Prompt: Dissidia Duodecim Final Fantasy, Cloud/Tifa: Silence- Her eyes spoke to him, even when her lips remained closed.
A/N: This is how I hope 012 turns out, but I have my doubts. My guess is Square will keep we Cloti fans dangling by a thread and wanting to barge onto their doorstep. Oh, well. I suppose that’s what fanfiction is for, right? But now that Cloud is officially on the Chaos side and Tifa Cosmos, who knows what will happen? I do foresee a lot of Vaan/Terra fanfics on the horizon, though…
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All he knew was that the black-clothed man was his enemy. He didn’t know anything else. He wasn’t supposed to know anything else. He was a machine. He was supposed to kill that man and that was that.
And yet, this girl made him stop in his tracks.
No, it wasn’t her short skirt. It wasn’t her large bust. It wasn’t her pretty face. It wasn’t her toned body. It wasn’t the fact that she’d just mercilessly defeated a bunch of manikins.
It was her eyes.
Not the fact that they were unusually red. No… It was because he knew those eyes. He couldn’t say where or when, but he had definitely seen those eyes before. He knew he had. Perhaps… he even loved those eyes. The way they stared at him, almost like they were plunging into his soul.
And he found he saw into hers, as well.
Her eyes told him she was lonely. She was afraid of this new world-Hell, they all were-but she kept up her strength and kindness for her allies. But she wanted to be held. To break down and cry, because in all her years, even though she was just twenty-ish, she’d never seen anything like this or been in this position. She didn’t know who she was and that frightened her.
She needed to be strong until she knew who she was. Until she knew what she should believe. Until she had friends and allies she could lean against. She needed to know she wasn’t alone. She had to know that there were others feeling like she did.
Sweet Cosmos, did he want to hold her.
He wanted to… reach out and wrap his arms around her. Embrace her. Make her know that he understood. Make her see that he was alone, too. But if they were together and stayed that way, then they wouldn’t have to be alone.
They could mend each other’s loneliness. They could be strong together and yet, at the same time, be weak. Open up their emotions for awhile. Trust in one another. Let out all the frustrations of losing their memories, homes, and families.
So he reached out, hoping she wouldn’t reject him.
And she didn’t.
She just released her anguish in a flurry of tears on his shoulder.
He felt his arms shake in fear of unknown, but he held tight anyway. He needed this. She felt warm and friendly. She smelled so familiar. So much like…
Like home.