Open RP Post

[cwolfeh]

There's nothing wrong with reaching for new stars and those distance horizons.

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Soulmate AU + Morning After Meme + Rainy Day Meme + Dystopian/Post-Apocalyptic AU + Buddy Cop AU

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[notachocobo]

Normally Cloud's not one to be all that touchy feely with people. There are exceptions, like Tifa and the kids, but he honestly tends to just avoid it as much as he can.

This is different though. He doesn't mind this and it more than happy to just wrap the other up in a warm embrace and let him relax. Let him come down from the feelings that he'd been caught up in and let the memories fade away. Had he thought about it, he might have been wary because of the lingering smell of mako he knew to be all over him at all times but his younger self doesn't seem bothered by it so...

So he's just going to bring a hand up, fingers threading through the other's hair as he rests his chin on top of the younger blonde's head.

"You're safe here. I promise."

[backwatertrooper]

Really, the scent of mako around his older self isn't any more than what could nearly always be smelled on the wind growing up. It'd probably have been worse if the scent was stronger; in the reactor, it'd almost been like you were choking on it...

Briefly, he squeezes his eyes even more firmly shut at that thought, but the hand in his hair and the weight of a chin on his head slowly seeps warmth down and Cloud relaxes again.

"... it's stupid," he says quietly, a low burn of embarrassment in his gut, but he doesn't want to move either - this is just as good as any of Zack's hugs, and he's just not going to think about that. But the presence and the weight of it is... similar, and he leans in, the heartbeat reassuring. "There wasn't even any... any actual flames."

Just dirty, black smoke and a smell that had been unpleasantly familiar.

Please excuse the super late

[notachocobo]

"It's not stupid." Something like this is never stupid and anyone who said it was clearly had never experienced any sort of trauma in their life. "The smell is still connected, even without flames. You can't help what is and isn't a trigger."

The older blonde draws back slightly, tipping his head down down to press their foreheads together in a soothing gesture.

"I wish I could tell you it gets easier but it..doesn't. You'll learn how to disconnect from it, though. You'll learn how to make the moments of panic less intense."

:D No worries

[backwatertrooper]

"... I guess." It comes out in a soft huff, because he can see the logic but it feels like he should. Be able to help it, that is. It should be something he should be able to do something about since it's from him this reaction is coming.

Hand tightening briefly in the cloth he's gripping, Cloud slowly shakes his head, careful enough not to dislodge the older one.

"That's... okay. It's something, at least..." And while hearing 'it gets better', might have been nice, he'd seriously have a hard time to believe it. This, while less optimistic, is far more realistic, which... is more reassuring, weirdly enough, and some tension bleeds out of him.