[Cloud was still trying to wrap his head around the situation. he'd told her that he would come to her when he was ready to talk about what they'd done together. and yet here she was, surprising him with breakfast. at least, she'd meant to before passing out. a part of him was afraid of what he'd say in the heat of the moment, whether it was too fast or too slow...would he push her away from the fear of making a mistake in hurting her? would he embrace what he was feeling? all of these frets were putting Cloud on edge.
and yet every single time she looked at him with those calming green eyes of hers, that edge would be dulled every single time. until there was nothing left. when did Cloud start noticing that he'd acted differently around her? when did she make such a lasting impression on him? it was enough that whenever his thoughts drifted to her, the air around him felt warmer- more inviting. it was a far cry from the way the land would give beneath him due to his confusion and anger.
he'd found an anchor in Nike Lemercier. and as the days passed by into weeks and months, he'd begun to fear for the day if that chain that bound them ever broke...]
Ah.. [where did he start? he felt awkward, and yet she was working with such earnest that it was damn near contagious. he didn't want to invade her space least she had a flow going with breakfast. and yet he felt like he couldn't just stand there. he supposed that letting things go naturally was the best way really bring it all up. by this point, they eventually had to]
...
[not as lonely...? if she was lonely, she could have slipped into his room and-]
Need a hand?
[his voice was like a sharp blade, cutting that thought off early. too soon, he mused with a light blush]
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and yet every single time she looked at him with those calming green eyes of hers, that edge would be dulled every single time. until there was nothing left. when did Cloud start noticing that he'd acted differently around her? when did she make such a lasting impression on him? it was enough that whenever his thoughts drifted to her, the air around him felt warmer- more inviting. it was a far cry from the way the land would give beneath him due to his confusion and anger.
he'd found an anchor in Nike Lemercier. and as the days passed by into weeks and months, he'd begun to fear for the day if that chain that bound them ever broke...]
Ah.. [where did he start? he felt awkward, and yet she was working with such earnest that it was damn near contagious. he didn't want to invade her space least she had a flow going with breakfast. and yet he felt like he couldn't just stand there. he supposed that letting things go naturally was the best way really bring it all up. by this point, they eventually had to]
...
[not as lonely...? if she was lonely, she could have slipped into his room and-]
Need a hand?
[his voice was like a sharp blade, cutting that thought off early. too soon, he mused with a light blush]