makoglow: (73)
Cloud "Delivery Boy" Strife ([personal profile] makoglow) wrote in [community profile] escordvi2024-04-05 08:12 pm

[ semi - closed ] Catch All

Who: Cloud + Others
Status: Semi-Closed | No prompts but starters available upon request
Where: Various
What: MANTA stuff or other things as needed
Warnings: TBA
everblooms: (as it picks me up)

[personal profile] everblooms 2024-04-08 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Well. [ Well.

They can't just go sidling up to Avalanche just yet, she supposes. Stuck to Cloud like this, it feels a little like they're back on Gaia, in the streets of Midgar— she knows the streets well enough for an adventure, but there's more to it this time. They both know this place. She can't just take him galivanting through the sector, again. ]


There's this place I know that... [ She offers it up haltingly, almost if to tease him the longer she takes to say it. With a simple smile, Aerith looks up at Cloud, her hands folding over her mid-section before remembering the invisible thread holding them together, and immediately returns one of her hands to her side. ] Seems pretty special.

[ Not that she's waiting for him to confirm. Already, Aerith takes to stepping in the direction of where it is she wants to go; she'd visited during the day, and thought it was a stunning, ethereal sight, and something feels right about seeing it with Cloud. In some ways, it feels like the best apology she can offer him. ]

Let's check it out together. [ Her smile is just a touch sardonic when she turns to look at him over her shoulder: He doesn't have a choice, as always. ]

By the way, Cloud. You got a favorite flower?
everblooms: (i'm on fire)

[personal profile] everblooms 2024-04-15 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ "Maybe I do," he says, voice drifting along coastal scented winds and over the swish of ocean waters. Aerith tosses him a look, staring up at Cloud with a playfully furrowed brow. The loop of her arm finds his, and Aerith presses her elbow into Cloud's say with a dramatic, childish sigh. ]

Gonna make me guess now, are you? [ After all, he doesn't offer up the information easily. Ahead of them is a gray road that conjoins with another cobblestone pathway, meeting to paint a neutral-toned horizon that is smattered with the colorful frames of numerous individuals walking in the same direction. Briefly, she considers chiding him for ruining a date so early, but the words don't escape her throat just yet. ]

Alright. How 'bout... Foxglove?