imnevergonnagiveyouup

He rests his gloved hands firmly upon the complete ensemble of his sword, eyes on his enemies, eyes infused with mako energy look from the right to the left. His back pressing back against a certain barmaid's back, aiding him on this specific battle. "Think you can handle yours?" He speaks over his shoulder, a tease obviously. He knows just what Tifa can do but seeing as they're surrounded he can't help but to ask, double check. Take it as a Cloud way to say that he has her back at any time.

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   fists poised, body tense, eyes focused; the barmaid is the epitome of fight when they say ‘fight or flight.’ she won’t back down from a fight if the odds aren’t in her favor– with the swordsman by her side, the only disadvantages there are for the monsters that encircle them, drawing closer with each heartbeat.

   back to back, she laughs at his quip, a smirk on her lips when she looks over at him for a brief moment. “shouldn’t i be asking you that?” a simple jest, teasing him, playful even in the face of battle. she looks back to the monsters, shifts her weight to the right carefully, cracks her neck. “let’s go.”

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loyalty

a fighter who has defied death itself, stared it in its face and laughed.

pain

ind. sel. final fantasy vii. tifa lockhart.

hope

est. dec. 2018 // roleplaying of 8 years.