⊱ 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒆 , 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 .
a part of cloud didn’t want it to be true – that all of this was sick game his brain made up. the headache starts simple, as they always do, right in the middle of his brain and working its way up to his skull. staring straight on makes his eyes hurt, fingers curled into fists. it’s suddenly hard to breathe, hard to focus on the figure ahead of him. never in his life did he figure he would be here, facing the man he watched die – the person he believed died because cloud couldn’t protect him, or fight alongside him. as complicated as cloud’s life had been before the memories of some other life had begun to invade his mind – it has only gotten more complicated at the sight of the man in front of him. the man who, in cloud’s eyes, was everything he had wanted to be in another life, but instead he was just a stupid kid with high hopes, no real strengths, and a severe anxiety of being social.
much like how he feels in the passenger seat of anyone else driving a vehicle, cloud feels nauseous and suddenly dizzy. half-remembered instances play in front of his eyes, things he still can’t remember or recall without fuzzy migraines invading the thoughts. the memories he didn’t have, the ones from his mako-poisoning – months lost while zack fought tooth and nail to get cloud to safety, to find some solace for the both of them. it was a debt cloud would never be able to pay back. not in any lifetime. “ you know who i am ?” his voice was soft, much like the sound might break the glass walls around them – feeling like it would be much easier if zack had forgotten and cloud could pretend the aftermath of zack’s death, “ you remember ?”
— - REMEMBER WHAT ? THE NIGHTS that dreams would come quick and thoughtless as he lied in his bed ? the ones that were filled with large swords and pink ribbons as if he’d fallen into a fairy tales ? or the horror themed ones where he died and seen things he wouldn’t wish upon his worst enemy ? zack could remember a few of his favorites, though . one of them including the boots wearing boy who could remember HIS NAME . the moment he pulled off a piece of headgear , three eyes that came along with it . watching the way a soft breeze pulled the honeyed , golden tresses that were styled in such a way , a way that couldn’t be replicated . april weather chilling other’s to the bone as zack stayed warm with mako energy in his veins , simply wanting to wrap his arms and make sure the blonde stayed warm . the immediate and worryingly overwhelming need to keep this boy safe as they shared a common upbringing , country boys with big dreams . he could recall the smell of the mountains and the feeling of dirt crunching UNDER his weighed boots . a dream that felt like a memory , was it him or the medication . whatever it was , he and cloud went back farther than zack remembers . thank god , there was no way he’d be letting this kid go .
— - THE SMILE DIES , SLOWLY but surely as could’s expression changed , had zack made a MISTAKE by coming here ? he was only here for his bike , but why was cloud looking at him as if he’d seen a ghost . if his timeline was correct , he’d been asleep for a while , but stable . ❛ well , ❜ zack began , a sweet laugh bubbling from his chest , DEEP and STEADY , ❛ how could i forget someone like you , cloud ? ❜ dark hair being pushed from his face as he took the steps to close the unnecessary gap between the two . ❛ if you want , i could forget ya’ . ❜ zack teased , hand over his eyes , a pretend game of first meetings in the works . . . if that’s what cloud wanted . though his priorities could be seen as in the wrong order , cloud came first . his friends came first . . . ALWAYS .
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⊱ 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒆 , 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 .
closed starter for 𝒛𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓 // @honeyveins
it’s ten am and cloud feels like he has much better things to do. better things as in sleeping rather than being called in for a very important job ( as his father says ) and losing more hours of sleep than he already has thus far. lately sleep isn’t something he gets, and he talks about it quite often. so the guilty look on his father’s face, he feels, is revenge on its own. it still earns a scowl given from cloud, because quite frankly he feels like he earned it this time – even if he didn’t really need a reason anymore, it was his natural state of face. the scowl deepens as his father explains, this one gets a discount. and why ?special case. cloud had rolled his eyes, shoulders tense, irritation high. the shop already lost so much money because of these ‘ special cases ’ . what was it now? another friend of his fathers? bullshit.
boots hit the cement floor heavy as he leaves the office, full aware he was about to rip some guys ass off as soon as he set eyes on him. this was how cloud liked to do it – meet with the client and get a real feel for what they want done to their vehicle, leaving no room for mistakes. cloud was the best after all. except as soon as he enters the shop and takes notice of who he was looking at, he stops dead. the moment lasts too long, seconds turning into hours, and days, and months – he’s not sure how long, it drags on forever. a rainy day, a promise made… his chest ached.
“ zack. ”
— - IT WASN’T UNLIKE ZACK to have a busy schedule , full of errands and physical therapy and , of course , getting BACK onto his bike as soon as possible . a terrible idea , seeing as the only reason he was here and in the situation ( physically ) he was in , was because of destruction and pile of what looked like scrap metal his fingers brushed against . he could still feel it , the heat from the SPARKS that came on as it crushed the pavement . the sting against his legs and ruining a pair of his wardrobe , stupid . then again , zack had bouts of feeling reckless whenever he felt the revving of his engine and the way his boots felt as the kicked the stand . something about the motion made him feel like the loveable, but bad boy lead in a movie ; could you blame him ? with a frame like his and a smile that RIVALED the sun in terms of brightening the room , zack WAS the main character . anyone with a functioning pair of eyes could see that .
— - THE VOICE THAT CALLED out his name rang familiar in his head , practically seeing it bounce of the walls and finding the source gave him a headache . his hand finding the soft , waving hairs against the back of his neck , tugging on them as a way to distract from the flashes of images that hide deep inside mind . the man of his dreams — the one that was in them , anyways . ❛ CLOUD . ❜ zack offered a smile , eyes shutting as his did , animating the smile the best he could .
❛ HELLO TO YOU , TOO ! ❜
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⊱ 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 , 𝒛𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒂 .
▐▐ ░ * . — FOCUSED HUES RUN ACROSS VERDANT PLAINS , careful , manicured fingernails spread out in search of the flower . soft , gentle , subtle ; almost like the princess’ inner personality themself . it only appears to them in what seems to be dreams of a world beyond : FANTASY , a majestic castle , a bountiful but tragically empty land , a courageous knight … an apocalypse . a cataclysm descending from the heavens in a flash , when time moves quicker than normal and nothing escapes from their throat but the sobs of failure . but that remains unimportant ; their focus relies in the pursuit of knowledge , and maybe the closest they have to a partner in crime is their audience . they sit up from their crouching position , washed jeans already showing the marks of a dedicated scholar with the chartreuse markings of grass stains . and they wipe few dark locks from a sweaty brow , interrupting the hum of a random hymn that crosses their mind - ❝ just a flower . ❞ belying the actual importance it is to them . ❝ it’s … it’s like a lily, but its center & petals run with a beautiful blue hue . like a stargazer , but replace the blue with pink , and a lack of speckles . can you picture it ?? ❞
— - A PAIR OF EYES , those that matched the grass beneath tattered and ruined canvas , became DARKER with the more thought she’d put into a simple question . now , she could imagine a flower , the hard part was figuring out what the difference between a lily and a tulips was . . . and trying to think about what the hell a STARGAZER looked like . maybe she’d seen one , but it was lost in the intricacies of the web that had become her mind , filled with death — no , it’d been murder . the flashes of good men and women reduced to gardens of a mysterious fungus that controlled them . the smell of burning flesh and iron became something of a BEACON that you’d survived another day , gunshots rang deep in her ears , deafening her for moments , leaving her to depend on her fingertips and seeing doubles of the same person . a small gasp was taken , a sharp breath , gripping the neck of her guitar for a sort of stability . ❛ dunno’ if i ever told you , i grew up in boston . haven’t seen flowers unless they were in a bouquet . ❜ ellie’s jokes dipped for a moment , finding that faux grin she’d mastered after twenty - one years . chipped nail polish on her fingers brushed the scarred skin against the fern ink on her arm . ❛ besides , the stargazer is me . if you haven’t noticed , i’m LITERALLY in school for space . . . tend to keep my eyes off the ground . ❜
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⊱ 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒎 , 𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂 .
dinas grin turned to a small frown when she saw her friend was upset. ‘ why , what happened? ‘ dina asked , before adding ‘ do you want me to punch him in the dick? ‘ dinas comment was more playful hoping to bring a little bit of a smile to the others face. ellie had been a good friend for a while so she hated seeing her upset.
— - LIPS PURSED AS ELLIE shook her head gently , resting her chin up against the apple of her palms . it wasn’t as if she didn’t appreciate dina’s help ( especially recently ) she mostly just wanted to forget her ex - boss ever existed . ❛ ah , he’s dick - less already , you’d be punchin’ the air , i’m afraid . ❜ ellie offered the slightest smile , dull nails tapping at the linoleum that coated the table . ❛ how’s class been , though ? ‘nuff about me . ❜
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⊱ 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 , 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒓 .
it was a split second decision where connor decided that he really did not like this man. from the small view he got, to the attitude he was given from just asking him to shut up was all it took. sure connor could’ve been nicer about it, asked more politely – but something told him it would’ve went the same way no matter what he did. from what connor remembered of amanda, all their relationship had been derived of was lies. connor always telling her what he knew she wanted to hear opposed to what he actually felt. yes, felt, which was very strongly how much he wanted to break free. for days he searched for himself, chasing deviants until he had found the answer. even though he fought against his own freedom at first, he eventually got there, and even if it hurt him to betray amanda – it looked like no matter what, connor was always going to disappoint her, was always going to replace him with something better, faster, & stronger. the decision he made at least was a good one, had guaranteed his freedom.
the enclosed space in the back of the library had secured their privacy, connor realized, no one around to witness what he was about to do. as if on instinct, he grabs the rk900′s wrist, pulling before twisting the arm around the man’s back, using his opposite hand to shove his head down to the table. it wasn’t mean to hurt ( not that it could), just a way to shove him away from connor while sending the message. “ at least i have one thing you’ll never have – ” he muttered through his grinding teeth, twisting the wrist behind the man’s back painfully before releasing, “ – my freedom. ”
— - CALEB WASN’T SURE IF connor understood caleb’s purpose . amanda’s words replaying in his mind of how he was to better than his predecessor , take his job and do it a million times better than he ever could . do not feel , do not think , do not DEVIATE . those were his instructions and he intended to stick to them . it was only recently that he’d fell a bit off track , realizing that he’d spent his time with his eyes glued to the dual screens in the second bedroom of his apartment . he should’ve been in school , learning how to handle a weapon and solve cases . caleb knew amanda would’ve been disgusted with the life he chose . he thought — no , he felt — NO . he knew , came to the conclusion , that it’d been too late now . it must’ve been , right ? besides , that wasn’t something he wanted to do . wanted , want , androids did not have capacity to want . this freedom his counter part had was starting to sound better and better .
— - EYES WERE STUCK UPON the dark brown on the desks that they had claimed for their own . with everyone stuck at work or maybe at school , the library had become a GHOST TOWN around this time . something caleb could practically feel in the air , how suddenly it had gotten quiet . it was eerie , terrifying how still the atmosphere became as connor had gotten control of the situation . it was his MISTAKE to take his hands off of caleb .
— - RUBBING HIS WRISTS AS if connor had done damage , caleb groaned , focusing on connor . the way he’d been standing , finding a weakness . creating an illusion that everything was OKAY , that there were no hard feelings . ❛ freedom ? that’s fuckin’ pathetic , ❜ caleb spat , acidic tone translates , a hole in the brick wall of space between them . enough space for the taller of the pair to pin him against lip of his own table , forcing his back to extend back , caleb’s chest acting as the fulcrum to connor’s spine . ❛ this piece of plastic thinks he can just . . . find his freedom . the bar was set so low , no wonder i was made so fast . ❜ caleb’s hand was pressed to the artificial sternum that the two shared , feeling the soft thumping of the puesdo heart , ❛ no one else might now what really . . . gets you down , but we were made by the same person . — if you EVER lay your hands on me again , i’ll paint your walls BLUE . ❜
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⊱ 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 , 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒓 .
there’s something about looking at the opposing male that immediately irritates connor. a fight or flight instinct he’s not inherently used to. forced smiles, tone of voice practiced – mother wouldn’t approve of the set scowl on his face toward this stranger. even if his family did not approve of most in society that they deemed below them, manners were always a given. maybe that was why the loud chewing had thrown him off, had tensed muscles that felt stiff and wrong. at that moment he ignores his mothers voice in his head – fighting for a freedom that he felt he much deserved, especially given that he never got to live his own life, or make his own mistakes. right now, he felt he was allowed in giving snark to some stranger he may never see again. connor earned this, his fist curling as if about to swing –
something immediate happens the moment he stares at the brunette in front of him – a moment was all he had, his mind working on putting the pieces together before he could even consciously realize what he was doing. what looked like a series of blinks occurred, but his mind was working on the story, trying to understand. around him the world went grey, the broken fragments of the barriers once set for him. no heat came off the individual – nothing that gave away he was human at all. what connor got wasn’t exactly what he asked for when he dove into the alternate life of the male, his heart racing as soon as he seen her face. amanda. faster… stronger… more resilient… “ who are you ? ” back to reality felt more like being ripped from his worst nightmare, a metaphorical sweat breaking over his skin, “what are you ?”
— - HE DOESN’T REMEMBER ANYONE , not his mother , not amanda , not even himself . all he had was this useless picture of her and the man with evil hidden in his glossed eyes . eyes that reminded himself of his own , the power that had gotten to both of their heads could be seen . these were the moments where he would close his eyes , imagine that beautiful place . roses that were freshly misted , a babbling brook with a boat for a slow ride , his mother’s face that treated him like a treasure . not with love , but with PRIDE . he was a gift , something she should be proud of . simply because he was better than someone she used to be prideful in . amanda didn’t treat him as a CHILD , caleb hadn’t been her son , he was something she put everything in to be perfect . to be the BEST . maybe the greed and loss she felt when her time had ended was coming to fruition , finally , in the form of caleb’s disregard for his own emotional scale and range .
— - WITH A BROW RAISED , caleb took his time observing and taking in the man before him ( if you could call him that ) . a series of numbers came besides him , a manufacturer ; it seemed as if the two had more in common that caleb orginially thought . CONNOR . someone who was below him , someone who had failed amanda . PATHETIC . ❛ hm , i knew i was better . . . they didn’t mention SMARTER , as well . ❜ caleb whispered , a hand reaching out to trace the other’s bottom lip . shameless and void . ❛ hopefully that’s enough of an answer for you , connor . ❜ a soft tap to the other’s cheek was given before pulling away . satisfaction was that something new .
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⊱ 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 , 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒓 .
closed starter for 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝑒𝒷 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃 / @honeyveins
focusing had been something connor had been terribly good at. usually when he was working on something he was tunnel vision for the thing and everything around him disappeared. today was different. today he woke up and the world felt shifted in the worst direction it could possibly have. all of the changes he had gone through in a small amount of months he could’ve dealt with. the misplaced strength, keen senses, able to focus and slow down the world around him long enough for him to take everything in. the moment he woke up and looked up in the mirror that morning, what he wasn’t expecting was the pale blue light of the led on his temple, flickering to yellow and then red in his anxiety. today started off pretty bad, and carefully placed hair could only hide so much.
the tap tap tapping is what sets him off first. that and the loud chewing. this was a library for fucks sake. maybe it was the already bad mood brewing under his skin, or the fact he hated loud chewers and people who typed like they were angry with their laptop – either way, connor had had enough. “ will you shut your fucking mouth while you chew ?” he spat as he turned from his seat to face the perpetrator, “ unless sounding like a cow was your goal here. ”
— - A MOMENT STOPS AS he fixes the bed - head he’d been walking around with . translucent eyes had been tricking him lately , blaming it on the lack of sleep and hours and hours of screen time he’d been getting . the physical changes he’d noticed in his body had been enough to create nightmares for anyone who wasn’t caleb . cold skin that leaked blue blood and eyes that didn’t belong to him , a different man , a different person , a different THING was seen in every reflection he had the displeasure he’d caught himself in . with half - lidded eyes , the brunette’s dull nails left ( or tried to ) crescent moon shapes into his palm , only to watch the absence of marks in his skin . never did caleb think he’d be missing the feeling of pain , the feeling of FEELINGS . but they’d become absent , waking up without the feeling of exhaustion . horror games no longer left him scared . songs no longer had any effect . the only thing left was anger and irritation , with the occasional side of frustration .
— - GREY EYES SHUT FOR a beat too long , hearing the complaint coming from behind him . a wicked , sick grin spread across his lips , this was NEW . crossing his arms , he turned to face the complaint and whispered ❛ oh , i’m sorry . was it this ? ❜ caleb chewed a few more times , mouth WIDE open , eye’s catching his opposite . had he known him , or had he slept with him ? caleb couldn’t tell you . ❛ don’t i know you ? ❜
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⊱ 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆 , 𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏 .
there’s a crease between marinette’s eyebrows that adrien is very specifically focused on. it’s the same one he noticed a lot when her brain was working overtime – trying to string words together to form a sentence, a word, anything. often times he held back in doing anything to relax her, just fondly waiting for her to slow down the world around her to get her thoughts out. adrien had always been patient with marinette, always hanging onto her every word like it was the most important thing that was ever told to him. although he wished she would just ease up around him like she was with her other friends, probably out of the major discomfort he brought her somehow– he eventually came to the conclusion he was just projecting his insecurities on her, and maybe he just didn’t want to do that to her specifically.
it’s almost immediate, how much more comfortable with marinette he suddenly feels. ladybug – the one who witnessed him fuck up more than any other person did in the world. there had been that invisible line they couldn’t cross, couldn’t see over the threshold of – and it felt eased away by simple confessions of true identities. impulsive decisions based on instinct was something adrien realized about himself as soon as he had put the suit on, taking up the mantle of cat noir, saving the day with his ladybug. right now is no different especially as he reached out, gentle thumb pressed to that crease of frustration between marinette’s eyebrows, wondering if they were that close now.
even now, she’s easing all of the self-doubt he held hostage in the forefront of him, welcoming his ignorance with softness and warmth - just like always. how did he not see it before? “ not really that good at hiding it, ” he says in the most soft tone, smile evident. this was the easiest truth he’d ever accepted, settled right between his ribs and made itself a new home – a place reserved just for his favourite bug. adrien was brought down to earth, the realization that the world had kept moving on around their confessions, a sigh falling out of his mouth at the idea of breaking this little bubble, considering he didn’t exactly have his apartment stocked with any croissants or anything of the sort. “ i mean – i have toast … ?
— - THE MORE TIME SPENT around adrien , the more she’d seen the cat’s personality envelop someone she deemed PERFECT and PURE . the idealistic reality she’d created , a secret identity that would stay a secret only to return to herself for adrien to find something . . . ANYTHING in the real her to fall in love with . something a bit too poisonous to think about . licking the insides of her cheeks , causing them to burn from the inside out . ladybug would always RULE over marinette , no matter what , people loved and adored ladybug . they cherished and praised her ; meanwhile marinette simply wrote about it in her diary . like a fangirl of herself , a fangirl of ladybug . pathetic , wasn’t it ? if people knew who was behind the polka dots and yo - yo , would they think the same way she did ?
— - PACIFIC EYES WIDENED SLIGHTLY , precious and still sleep filled lips parted along with her eyes . feeling the pad of adrien’s thumb against her skin , eyes up and focused so closely on his tired features . this intimate moment they shared hadn’t felt foreign or wrong , while it would’ve before , knowing this was her kitty . . . it now felt almost NORMAL . the amount of time cat noir had saved her life , even as marinette , this should’ve been routine by now . a soft touch and they moved onto the next motion . but it wasn’t the same , not to marinette . having to relearn and reteach herself what was real , what was NEW , what was old . learn to speak to adrien all over again , pretend they always had their masks on .
— - THE CAT BECAME MORE evident as he confessed that he hadn’t had much . not even something to her to work with , work her magic and make something out of nothing . this was supposed to be a dream for her . waking up next to adrien , cooking him breakfast , and being a part of his household . but it felt more like two friends having a sleep over ; not that she minded . cat noir had been her BEST FRIEND , even if she wouldn’t admit it . treating her with kindness and respect , something that ladybug had taken for granted . this was so unfair on marinette’s end . ❛ we could always order something . ❜ marinette offered , nudging adrien’s arm with her own , ❛ i’ll even PAY . ❜ shoving her hands deep into pockets that weren’t hers , she frowned , looking back up at the taller frame beside her . ❛ uh , my bag is downstairs . . . in the break room . ❜
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⊱ 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 , 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 .
alice brought over the coffees to the table that marinette was sitting at. ‘ here , your favorite. ‘ alice said with a smile sitting down at the table. alice always loved when marinette and herself could hang out like this. girl time was always one of her favorite things to do , that and shopping. / alice & marinette : @honeyveins
— - WITH HER LEGS CROSSED , marinette reached over , both hands wrapping around the matcha latte , extra whipped cream . ❛ oh , you didn’t have to ! but , you’re a godsend . a true angel . ❜ with a sweet grin , marinette held the cup to her lips , feeling the warmth tickle the tip of her nose . ❛ okay , game plan for today is . . . ❜ NEVER without a plan , that marinette .
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⊱ 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒎 , 𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒂 .
dina had been lucky enough to get dean to babysit jj for the afternoon. it had given dina some time to do some lesson planning and go to lunch with ellie when she had asked. so she sat at the diner table sipping on a glass of soda scrolling on her phone as she waited. always looking for projects to do with the kids. when the bell on the door rang , dina looked up without thinking out it and smiled when she saw the other women. / dina & ellie : @honeyveins
— - TO SAY ELLIE WAS angry was a bit of an understatement . to be FIRED was one thing , but if your only source of income ( especially for a student ) was playing mood music for restaurants ; well , that didn’t exactly count as experience . especially with the lack of a full night’s rest she’d been getting recently and the piles of school work ; who knew if she was stable to enough to keep a job . at least , that’s what her boss ( ex - boss , actually ) told her . he’d always been such a — ❛ dickhead . . . ❜ that’s the word . ❛ never trust a man named MICHAEL , promise me that , deen . ❜
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ellie williams . ↬ closed . / @excorcismic . — zelda king .
setting : alucard’s oldest tree at the top of a slight hill , early to mid afternoon .
— - THERE WAS A SUDDEN stop to the soft plucking of dull nails on the perfectly tuned six string . watching her friend in their natural habitat , their passion really showing . completely the opposite of the person she’d seen in class , most days . narrowed eyes focused ( she needed glasses , unnecessary she called them ) , finding their eyes and following them to their fingers . ellie’s own dipping into the cavern inside of the guitar , the dirt under her nails didn’t DESERVE to be seen by someone so blindingly clean . ❛ so , what exactly are you looking for this time , hm ? ❜ curiosity pure and unfiltered on her tongue . whenever zelda spoke , her ears were fine tuned to the facts and anecdotes they had to share .
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⥼ 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒕 , 𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒂 .
@honeyveins Tifa & Aerith
❝ Aerith. ❞
The name keeps RINGING in her ears, and each time accompanied with the image of the girl’s lifeless body. It all began coming back the other night, and at first Tifa wrote these images off as nightmares, but she doesn’t believe that anymore. The grief left behind from these memories were too real to brush off as inconsequential. She knows that when people go through a traumatic experience they can sometimes block memories away.
When her own mother died, Tifa was in a catatonic depression for MONTHS following her death. It’s possible that she’s blocked some memories after losing a friend. After losing a couple of friends if these memories are anything to go by.
She heard the name again, but the next time it came from one of her regulars. He’d been talking about his daughter coming home and wanting to get her something nice. ❝ Bud Naked. I don’t know shit about flowers, but that AERITH girl is real nice. She helped me find the perfect ones for my girl. ❞ Tifa smiled as she fought against the panic settling in her. Is it possible that this girl she’s been grieving is in a shop in this very town?
She’s standing in front of the flower shop, and is fumbling with the PINK RIBBON tied around her arm. The same pink ribbon that appeared in her pocket the day of the funhouse. They all wore them to commemorate their lost friend, but now it seems that she’s not gone after all.
Tifa takes a moment to take in the shop’s exterior. The stone path leading up to the entrance, the windows surrounded by flowers. Everything about it gives off a serene feeling. FLOWERS. Of course she’s selling flowers. The first flower she received was because of her. It was yellow, and a boy whose face she can’t quite make out just yet, gave it to her. And he’d gotten in from Aerith, she’s sure of it. They symbolized REUNION. If she had that flower now, Tifa would give it to her.
Taking a deep breath, Tifa grabs the door handle and walks into the shop.
❝ Aerith? ❞
— - IT FELT STRANGE , BREATHING that is . the feeling of oxygen filling her chest and the warm feeling of FOOD for the earth come from herself . recalling the moment she couldn’t get anything else back inside of her body . like a balloon with a hole in it , no longer being able to fill completely before deflating moments later . the last face she saw , gentle features watching in horror to what had been happening . only one thought crossed her mind as the light faded from her bright eyes . she can’t even remember the thought anymore .
— - WITH THE SHOP BEING passed onto her , aerith had only felt lucky to be surrounded by the easiest way to find beauty in such a world that had treated her like the ENEMY. the nightmares , the attacks , the fear that the brunette felt walking the streets she thought she knew were no longer bringing a sense of comfort ; petals and stems were her SAFE SPACE . the stinging of being pricked with thorns helping her remember this is real . this is REAL . she’s alive , she’s okay , there are no threats . just her and the earth beneath her toes .
— - THE VOICE THAT CALLED for her made her heart skip a beat , the same feeling from when cloud had said her name before . disbelief dripping from their tongue , a sense of panic and fear underlying something as simple as a name . her name deserved better .
— - A STEP WAS TAKEN , helping her turn around to find the source of the call . a large smile taking her gentle features over , only seeing a face to MATCH those in the flashes of polaroid’s that she claimed were dreams . shoulders tense as she settled on the face , eyes softening and her smile fading into something shy ; a friendly greeting . ❛ tifa ? ❜ aerith’s soft voice carried . another person with memories attached to her. . . FINALLY .
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aerith gainsborough . ↬ open starter .
setting : the misting corner of bud naked , fingers squeezing lily petals .
* — - WITH HER FINGERS CAREFULLY brushing the gentle , sweet flesh of the budding lilies that had just been watered ; aerith felt a smile play up her stained , full lips . she could never EXPLAIN it , but simply being around the masses of flowers ( all at her disposal ) was one of the only things in her life that could get her to smile without trying . listening to the flowers as they spoke to her , reminding her that at one point they had something important to tell her . something they couldn’t say quite yet . only a question of what they said to follow ; aerith answering with a lie : GOOD WORK TODAY , GUYS .
— - THE SMALL , PIXIE - LIKE twinkling of the bells made aerith spin to look at the guest who inhaled the floral scent that coated the shop . with chocolate tresses that framed her face , a full smile BROKE the conversation with her lilies ; hands clasped as she hopped toward door . ❛ so ! ❜ aerith grinned , stopping her customer in their tracks , ❛ what’s your FAVORITE flower ? ❜
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⥼ 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈 , 𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒍𝒂 .
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for : light yagami ( @honeyveins )
it was a well known ────── fact that azula wasn’t too fond of men . in fact , most men turned her off immensely . however light yagami seemed to be the exception to that rule . golden eyes stare at light from across the table , the displeasure clear on her face . she wasn’t having as much one would expect for a woman on a date ( not really a date , but more like a show for daddy dearest ) . ❛ would it kill you to actually smile , my father has men watching . and i’m sure he would be suspicious at how unhappy you look , ❜ she drops her menu a tired sigh escaping her lips , ❛ so what are our plans for today ? hopefully something mundane . don’t want to attract too much suspicion now do we ? light , ❜ she whispers the last words flashing a charming smile , that would’ve made any man weak kneed . ❛ cause that would be a tragedy , ❜ raising her wine glass to her lips she takes a short sip .
— - IF THERE WAS ANYTHING light despised it was doing this entire rigmarole whenever he and the heiress had gotten together . in the most PLATONIC sense , of course . frankly , they were not each other’s type . but , if they could help each other out ( which would include acting and treating each other as if they were in love ) then light had no room to complain . especially if he could work together with this modern day princess . not effort to charm her , no cat and mouse game . a PARTNERSHIP , he’d like to call it . ❛ yes , actually . you wouldn’t want me to DIE , now would you , miss wang ? ❜ light couldn’t help put let a small grin play on his lips as their sips of wine were taken in unison .
— - SLENDER , PALE FINGERS TRACE the neck of the wine glass , a disgusted face contorting his features . the wine was expensive and tasted like gone of grapes with notes of weeds . his mind wondering how anyone enjoyed that ; and light claimed to have expensive taste . ❛ oh , azula , NOW you’re speaking my language . i was actually hoping to talk to you about something . ❜ light hummed , joints cracked as he got up from his seat and the uncomfortable three - piece he’d been in had gained wrinkles . ❛ come with me ? ❜ light held out an arm , what mastermind plan had he’d been cooking up now ?
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⥼ 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 , 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏
All he has to do to aerate the milk is tilt the pitcher. Or was it…not to tilt the pitcher? It’s only his first week working at The Cat’s Meow and he’s already spilled more drinks than he can afford. Simon thought this would be EASY, but making lattes is a lot harder than it looks. There’s all these things you have to keep in mind, like the temperature, the angles of your pitcher, the seconds it takes to aerate. All of these things that Simon is somehow supposed to MEMORIZE on the go. who learns like this.
He awkwardly smiles at the customer waiting on the other side of the bar. The frothing noise only gets louder and that definitely doesn’t sound right. Simon makes an attempt to pull the nozzle back up but all that does is cause the milk to disperse, and SPILL all over himself as well as the floor…and the counter…and the waiting customer.
❝ I’m so sorry. I didn’t. I didn’t mean to do that. I’m NEW. I’m- There’s someone that should be here up front with me. ❞ He gulps and reaches for a clean rag and hands it over to the customer. ❝ I’ll make it again. Or give you a refund, if you’d like. ❞ / @dualitynews
— - HONESTLY , MARINETTE COULDN’T DENY how nice it felt to not be the new girl anymore . almost like she could blame someone else for the absolute mess that marinette always seemed to leave all over the café . though , it was just her forgetting to wipe down the counters , clean the baking trays , do the dishes. . . wow, she FORGOT a lot . well , anyways , the new guy that she’d been training all day seemed like someone who could take the weight of all of marinette’s forgetfulness . even if even she knew she couldn’t just lie and not suffer the consequences . eventually , she’d end up doing all of the work she’d forgotten. . . and apologize profusely .
— - HEARING THE SMALL COMMOTION that begun outside of the stockroom , a small groan left her lips . ❛ oh , my GOD — ❜ she muttered , pushing the door open seeing the mess he’d made , a small SNORT leaving her lips . she couldn’t tell you how many times she’d made the same mistake ; coffee , milk , tea all over someone’s clothes . ❛ hey , it’s all good . i got it from here , ❜ marinette whispered , her hands on the boys shoulders . ❛ relax , okay ? it’s really not a big deal , i’ll make them a new cup and you wait so i can stay up here with you . ❜ marinette offered , a smile on her face as she began to wipe down the counter , focusing on recreating the customer’s order .
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