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Post by Cloud Strife on Jun 2, 2024 0:06:37 GMT -6
Blossoms of reunion
The light of the midday sun was relentless, its rays unforgiving as they beat down upon the city of Provo. Cloud Strife, with his shock of spiky blond hair and the unmistakable Buster Sword strapped to his back, navigated the throngs of the merchant city. His mako-infused eyes took in the sights of the bustling populace with a sense of detachment. The laughter and haggling, the scent of spices mingling with the dust kicked up by the caravans, it all seemed so distant to him — like a scene from another life.
In the Midgar slums the sun was a rarity as it was often choked by the smog and the towering plates that segmented the city into sectors. Here, however, it was as if the sun sought to make up for its absence in his world, showering Provo with an abundance of warmth and light. It was overwhelming and almost suffocating, but Cloud moved through it with the ease of a seasoned warrior. His mind still partly on the mission he had just completed.
The beasts that had been terrorizing the local farms were no more and their threat neutralized by his blade. It was a job like any other, yet the gratitude of the farmers had been genuine. Their smiles untainted by the shadow of Shinra. It was a small comfort, a fleeting connection to the ordinary lives he fought to protect. As he approached a tavern, the promise of a cold drink and a moment’s peace beckoned him. The thought of a soft bed to ease the ache in his muscles was enticing. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Again.
A figure caught his eye, a presence that tugged at the fringes of his memory, stirring emotions he had long since buried. “Aerith…?” he murmured, the name a whisper on his lips. A ghost from his past. The sight of her, alive and unmarred by the tragedy that had befallen her, sent a jolt through him. Sephiroth’s cruel act, the blade, the blood — it all flashed before his eyes in a vivid, painful recollection. But this was no illusion, no trick of the mind. It was her. It was Aerith ..
Post by Aerith Gainsborough on Jul 4, 2024 18:52:53 GMT -6
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[attr="class","aerpost"]In Midgar, in her special Church, it took quite a bit of effort to grow flowers. While there was sunlight, the soil was tainted from the mako. But despite the desolate ground, Aerith was always able to spring forth life from the dirt, from what was normally thought as dry and dead. It was what kept her mind at ease, made her feel like her heritage could be a good thing and not something to make fun of her for.
In Provo, her heritage might have lost all potency, but she still had a green thumb and found it rather easy to start a small garden in the yard near the inn she was staying at. In return for room and board, she made sure to make the place look presentable (as well as make the occasional delivery across town). Anything to help out, and feel a sense of normalcy again.
In typical Aerith fashion, she set forth for the day with a basket of flowers in the crook of her elbow. Unlike Midgar, where flowers were seen as both a miracle but also no one really cared about them, in Provo, they were commonplace but her smile was effective. All she had to do was shove a bloom in their face with a peppy smile, and people would take it. For once, she wasn't ignored too often!
She turned on her heel, in a swivel, her brown plait and bouncy bangs flowing gently across her face, when she spotted in the crowd the unmistakable spikey-blonde hair she thought she'd never see again. Arm held in midair as it gently grasped a flower, and her mouth hung open slightly in a smile. Disbelief, happiness, sadness, so many emotions bubbled up within her as she saw that blonde boy-- Cloud Strife, here in Provo.
She began one step at a time, slow and sure steps, eyes always on him to make sure he didn't disappear. After every blink, her smile grew. He was there. He was still there!
When she finally reached him, she could feel the corners of her eyes starting to sting. Green eyes scanned and examined him, her heart bubbled up when she realized he really was in front of her. But she needed another test. Just to make absolutely, positively sure! Aerith reached her free hand out, and grasped at his. It had weight to it, it didn't disappear at her touch. He really was here. A tear slipped out as she looked back up to him, beaming. As she lifted his hand, she placed the flower into it, using her fingers to curl his around the stem.
Post by Cloud Strife on Aug 2, 2024 21:00:29 GMT -6
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Blossoms of Reunion
A part of him instinctively wanted to reach for his sword, the old reflex kicking in at the thought that this might be another cruel trick from Sephiroth. How could it not be though? But Sephiroth hadn’t been seen since Cloud arrived in this world — or so his experience had led him to believe. Still he had learned to never say never. Cloud blinked, his usually sharp, vigilant eyes now wide with disbelief. His hands, instead of grasping his weapon, found themselves clasping Aerith’s, as if needing to confirm her existence through touch. The warmth of her skin, the softness of her fingers .. it all felt too real to be a mere illusion.
“It’s you…” he murmured, his voice a mixture of awe and confusion. “But you died… You died right in front of me.”
His words were heavy with the memory of that heartbreaking moment. The sight of her life slipping away while he was powerless to stop it. Now, standing before him, she seemed as vibrant and alive as ever, a opposite to the grief and guilt he had carried since her death.
Cloud’s grip on Aerith’s hands tightened slightly as if fearing she might disappear if he let go. The world around them seemed to blur and even almost coming to a stop, the bustling city fading into the background, leaving only the two of them in this surreal reunion. His heart pounded in his chest. A chaotic mix of relief, confusion, and a flicker of hope he hadn’t dared to feel in a long time.
“How…?” he managed to ask, his voice barely more than a whisper. The question hung in the air, filled with the weight of all the pain and longing that had built up over time.
For a moment he allowed himself to believe in the impossible. to hope that perhaps, in this strange new world, miracles could happen. Aerith’s presence was a beacon of light in the darkness that had surrounded him for so long, a reminder of the goodness and beauty that still existed despite the battles and losses. He gazed into her eyes, seeking answers, but also finding solace in the familiar kindness that had always been her hallmark. This unexpected reunion, this chance to see her again, was a gift he never thought he’d receive. And for now he held onto it, refusing to let go.
Post by Aerith Gainsborough on Sept 1, 2024 22:06:05 GMT -6
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[attr="class","aerpost"]The tears that brimmed along her emerald gaze could no longer be held back, but she cried with a smile. A wide, joyous, relieved smile. With no hesitation, Aerith fully clasped her hands around his, returning the soft gesture. "You're really here..." she beamed, her eyes closed and more tears fell on her cheeks.
Not wanting to let go, Aerith loosened one of her hands to swipe her cheeks. The other hand still held the flower, and gently squeezed his hand. Somehow, she had hoped that none of her beloved friends had endured that end. Her end. She had somehow hoped and prayed that maybe, maybe, she had been... whisked away before all of that happened. But the phantom pains she felt along her spine were enough of a clue to tell her... It did happen. She did die, and Cloud had to witness it. Yet here she was, alive and well...
"I... I don't know," she finally spoke, quietly, her smile fading a bit. "But I'm here now. We're here, together. A second chance."
She laughed gently, swiping the rest of her tears away. She'd hold onto him forever, if she could. But knowing how he was about physical touch, Aerith finally pulled her hand away once she knew he would hold the flower. Aerith knew it must be an overwhelming feeling... both being in a new place, and seeing a friend he previously thought... was gone. Another gentle smile graced her lips. "If you don't mind telling me... What happened... After? Y'know, did we... Win?"
Post by Cloud Strife on Sept 17, 2024 10:38:05 GMT -6
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Blossoms of Reunion
Cloud stood there, unmoving, as Aerith’s tears fell, her smile radiant even through the emotion that overwhelmed her. Her hands, warm and real, clasped within his. Grounding him in a reality that still felt like a dream — or a cruel trick. Yet, it wasn’t. She was here .. the weight of the flower proving that fact. Even if it weighed next to nothing physically. Aerith’s voice broke through his swirling thoughts. Her words filled with joy, though the tears slipping down her cheeks betrayed the bittersweet undercurrent.
Her words echoed in his mind — a second chance. But what did that even mean? They were both standing here, alive in a world that wasn’t their own, a world where the past and the future seemed tangled in ways he couldn’t begin to understand. Cloud’s jaw clenched as the memory of her death — the memory that haunted him more than any battle — surfaced again. The way she had fallen, the way he had been too late and too powerless to stop it.
When Aerith asked her question, it hit him like a wave. Did we win? It was such an innocent, hopeful question, but the answer wasn’t simple. Cloud lowered his gaze, his eyes distant as if searching for something in the past that he could bring into words.
"We won," he finally said, his voice quiet, almost as if he were trying to convince himself. "But .. a lot happened after. The fight didn’t end when you .. when you were gone." His voice faltered for a moment, the weight of the unspoken words hanging between them. He didn’t need to recount everything, not now. The weight of their victory had come with too heavy of a loss, too many moments where he’d almost given in to the darkness pulling at his mind.
He let out a slow breath. His grip on the flower loosening slightly as he turned his gaze back to Aerith. "I tried to keep going, to finish what you started. You didn’t die for nothing."
Post by Aerith Gainsborough on Sept 19, 2024 23:36:46 GMT -6
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[attr="class","aerpost"]We won!
...
But...
Her heart pounded in her chest, with every word he spoke her stomach filled with knots. They won, but? But other things happened. It was a surprise, but yet it wasn't. Her vague, fleeting memories in the Lifestream proved more confusing than anything else. She wanted her sacrifice to mean that her friends could live on... And in a way, it did. They did. They won, but... The world was never meant to know complete peace, was it?
Aerith nodded in an almost sagely understanding. The Lifestream was weird like that. Her memories were weird like that. So many came and went through her mind, the littlest mention of this or that, brought so many emotions surging to the surface. And seeing Cloud again, all of it came bubbling up. She brought a hand up to her chest, trying to calm the heart that thumped in her chest.
"I knew you would," she smiled, her emerald gaze upon him. "I knew you would keep going. But you can't blame yourself for ... what happened. Okay?" The last bits of breath came out shaky, nearly catching, as she fought back more tears.
The light of the midday sun was relentless, its rays unforgiving as they beat down upon the city of Provo. Cloud Strife, with his shock of spiky blond hair and the unmistakable Buster Sword strapped to his back, navigated the throngs of the merchant city. His mako-infused eyes took in the sights of the bustling populace with a sense of detachment. The laughter and haggling, the scent of spices mingling with the dust kicked up by the caravans, it all seemed so distant to him — like a scene from another life.
