Hold On To The World We All Remember Dying For
Characters: Cloud and Yuffie (OPEN to anyone who wants to harrass them!)
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Cloud is brooding in the church. Yuffie comes to see him. Good times roll.
Location: Lindblum Church
Date: April 1804
Warnings: Angstu? Possibly some Yuffie raeg. Let's find out!
His eyes were closed and Cloud knew it was probably silly but he couldn't help standing out in the rain. It was rather a heavy rain, though he doubted it'd make him sick, but there was something about rain that just made him want to stand out in it. On light days where it was a gentle rain, Cloud was always reminded of Aerith. No matter what the day was going like, he'd pause and just think about her. It was a nice way to remember her. However, if it was rain like this, on a dark evening like this, Cloud felt a knot in his stomach as images of Zack's death rushed back.
There were a lot of things he still didn't remember about his past. Four years he spent inside a mako tube and being experimented on that he had barely any recollection of, and a year after where Zack had carried him that he had vague little glimpses of. It was unpleasant, and often brought him horrible nightmares, mixed in with those of Sephiroth.
Sighing and blinking his eyes open at the sky, Cloud tried to make noise. A grunt, a whimper, a scream... anything? Nothing. It hurt his throat as it would normally to just scream but there was no sound. Shaking his head, the blonde turned and headed inside, dripping rain water from his leather as he moved to take his seat on the altar as he usually did when he came to the church. His bag was already on the altar, and Cloud wondered vaguely if he could live here. He doubted he'd be able to. Someone would find him. He couldn't just get away anymore. It was becoming too much in their house. Constantly living with so many people coming and going was working on Cloud's last nerve.
He was afraid. Cloud was afraid that the people coming in and out, and those living there, would one day be hurt. He couldn't let them get hurt, but the person he feared was most likely to hurt them... was himself. With a sigh, Cloud pulled out his sketchbook and began drawing where he'd left off. Maybe tonight he'd sleep at the church. Just tonight.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Cloud is brooding in the church. Yuffie comes to see him. Good times roll.
Location: Lindblum Church
Date: April 1804
Warnings: Angstu? Possibly some Yuffie raeg. Let's find out!
His eyes were closed and Cloud knew it was probably silly but he couldn't help standing out in the rain. It was rather a heavy rain, though he doubted it'd make him sick, but there was something about rain that just made him want to stand out in it. On light days where it was a gentle rain, Cloud was always reminded of Aerith. No matter what the day was going like, he'd pause and just think about her. It was a nice way to remember her. However, if it was rain like this, on a dark evening like this, Cloud felt a knot in his stomach as images of Zack's death rushed back.
There were a lot of things he still didn't remember about his past. Four years he spent inside a mako tube and being experimented on that he had barely any recollection of, and a year after where Zack had carried him that he had vague little glimpses of. It was unpleasant, and often brought him horrible nightmares, mixed in with those of Sephiroth.
Sighing and blinking his eyes open at the sky, Cloud tried to make noise. A grunt, a whimper, a scream... anything? Nothing. It hurt his throat as it would normally to just scream but there was no sound. Shaking his head, the blonde turned and headed inside, dripping rain water from his leather as he moved to take his seat on the altar as he usually did when he came to the church. His bag was already on the altar, and Cloud wondered vaguely if he could live here. He doubted he'd be able to. Someone would find him. He couldn't just get away anymore. It was becoming too much in their house. Constantly living with so many people coming and going was working on Cloud's last nerve.
He was afraid. Cloud was afraid that the people coming in and out, and those living there, would one day be hurt. He couldn't let them get hurt, but the person he feared was most likely to hurt them... was himself. With a sigh, Cloud pulled out his sketchbook and began drawing where he'd left off. Maybe tonight he'd sleep at the church. Just tonight.