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emmabelievesinsnow:

 

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girlsbydaylight:

FFワンドロまとめ by たかな on pixiv

Alone on Valentine’s Day || @white-winged-warrior

adhortemur:

white-winged-warrior:

The dark haired man looked around the bar, able to tell immediately that a lot of work had been done to make it look it good, though it seemed rather empty. At least someone had arrived, he thought to himself with a small measure of happiness to have been that person. “I can’t exactly say it’s my favorite of holidays. The lower classes are off doing… whatever it is they do and it leaves the 1st class with not much to do.” He said making his way to his favorite bar stool. It was the most comfortable of the assortment and he loved to sit here when he could. “A hard cider would be nice, perhaps mixed with something… cinnamony?” He’d heard of the drink recently and while not too much a fan of beer, he had seemed to enjoy it.

{} —Tifa would chuckle, shaking her head slightly as she listened to him. "Ah, well at least you get a break every now and again, right?" she asked, the corners of her lips curling into a curious smile as she tilted her head. "I know I’d give anything to leave this place, sometimes," she replied, tapping her fingers atop of the bar. Noting his request, the ravenette would nod to him before turning around to fetch said drink.

"This sort of thing seems kind of out of season, doesn’t it?" she inquired, glancing to the drink as she slid it to him. "I’ve had more requests for light ales, as of late. Perhaps it’s been the change in weather."

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"Is there no one else that can cover the bar for a bit?" He asked curiously. It was situated in a place that not many of SOLDIER would visit but that wouldn’t really stop others. Surely she didn’t man the bar by herself? If she did though, he had to admire the patience that would require. "It’s still cold enough that some cinnamon to warm me is nice. And at least this cider isn’t made from dumbapples. They don’t exactly have a season." He said with a chuckle as memories of home came with the mention of the fruit. "What kind of light ales? I might be willing to give them a chance." He said with a soft smile.

caligariblue seeks their honor

caligariblue:

white-winged-warrior:

The dark haired man turned as someone called out to someone that he could only guess was himself. Hard to hide the Buster Sword after all. “My name is Angeal,” he said turning to look to the young… man? in front of him. Whoever they were they had long bright blue hair and Angeal could not say he was really used to the sight. Still, it wasn’t like many people were used to seeing a sword as big as the Buster Sword, let alone being carried with as much ease as Angeal could. “And you are?” he asked curiously.

Angeal. What a weird name. And even weirder eyes; Angeal’s seemed to glow bright blue in the shadows of the buildings around them. Aoba raised an eyebrow at the man, his lower lip sticking out in a frown.

"Aoba," he answered at last, stepping up to walk beside Angeal. If they were going to talk, they might as well do it at least a little properly, right? If they even were going to talk. Aoba got a weird feeling from this guy. "Are you on a team? Because around here, people don’t usually wear weapons as openly as that. You’re practically begging for a fight."

"Uh…." Angeal said, trying to think on his feet. "I guess you could call it a team of sorts. We call ourselves SOLDIER." Though to be honest, he had no idea what the youth was talking about. But if someone was going to fight him, he felt he was more than ready, confidence in his strength was one thing Angeal treasured. After all, he was a SOLDIER 1st Class. "Though I’m rather new to this city. What do these teams do exactly?" He asked curious. He could always say he founded it on a whim.

zackoftrades

zackoftrades:

white-winged-warrior:

Angeal looked deep, deep into those Mako eyes, azure pools reflecting his own. And then he pushed Zack away. “What are you doing Zack?”

"Can’t say…"

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He rocked on his toes, but his head barely moved from its spot. “If I tell you, it spoils the challenge.”

"I’m not sure what I expected." He said looking carefully at the 2nd. What would it take to disrupt him, Angeal wondered.

illshinebrighterthanthedawn:

white-winged-warrior:

 

The dark haired man placed his hand on the stuble that outlined his chin. That was certainly an interesting plant and it’s uses were certainly varied. He could understand why it didn’t seem to show up on Gaia though, the people instead healing themselves through other medicines or cura materias. “And these others?” He asked waving his hand over the large array of plants and flowers before him.

"Many of them have their own names and other uses. I suppose you are more interested in my garden and how to obtain it for yourself then actually helping a lady with her problem." She raised an eyebrow. "Well, then, I can give you some of my plants if that is what you really want…"

The dark haired man turned his attention away from the plants with a shade of red similar to that first flower on his face. “Sorry, I just get rather… drawn into these kind of things.” He said, finding it hard to admit sometimes. It wasn’t exactly a side of SOLDIER that many saw that often.

Looking into the stars [Sura & Angeal]

illshinebrighterthanthedawn:

white-winged-warrior:

 

"I certainly hope it doesn’t disappoint." He said with a kind of half smile. He’d checked the weather for the area and there didn’t appear to be any storms or overcast conditions that would make it hard for them to see the stars tonight but the weather could always be rather finicky this high up in the mountains. Still the trek had been a good one and the SOLDIER was feeling refreshed for it. He sat himself down on the edge of the rock and hung his feet over the dizzying drop. "At least for now we can enjoy the view this sunset is giving us."

Sura sat herself down next to him, leaving several inches between them. She looked up at the setting sun, leaving trails of red and purple light streaking across the sky in between the deep blue clouds. The witch looked around, purposely not wanting to look down. “Yes, it is a beautiful sunset. Definitely not one you’d see every day.”

The violets and reds were melding into the dark black of the night sky as the sun made its lonely travel down to the horizon. “They say the stars at night are all just other suns.” He said, his mind lost in the wonder of it all. It had to make sense, after all he’d visited so many of them and seen so many different suns. Yet still, the scope of it all was astounding for him. “ShinRa wants to send someone to space, to travel beyond our planet without the assistance of this strange little orb, ” he said pulling the grey orb from his pocket.

Send “Living Shield” for My Muse’s reaction to Your’s Jumping Between Them and a Powerful and Deadly Enemy Attack..

oren-the-arachnidan-brigand:

barriers-exist-to-be-broken:

ask-the-dragon-child:

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// CAN I GET ONE FROM A ZED SO I CAN CRY MYSELF INTO THE SHADOWS OF WHY AND WHYYYY

//pfft Ladies, prepare your ovaries.

(Source: those-crazy-meme-nights)

illshinebrighterthanthedawn:

white-winged-warrior:

"I think I can lend quite a bit to the defense myself." He said with a stern look. The dark haired man was SOLDIER 1st Class after all and combat was his specialty. That and the Buster Sword, while not often used was rather good as disheartening those that would attempt to attack him otherwise. The two day travel would be a good start towards that trip they were planning.

"Alright alright, you can help too." She laughed. It wasn’t that Sura thought his sword was just for decoration. She was sure that thing could be swung around if needed. It just looked intimidating if you approached him. Of course, Sura didn’t know how effective he really was with that sword.

The dark haired man only grinned with content look on his face. Fighting monsters or bandits was something he could do well enough. Though he was rather curious. “What can you do with your magic?” Angeal had some materia but being otherwise unskilled with magic he preferred to stick to the melee side of fights. Leaving the magic to those who knew how to use it best.

zackoftrades

zackoftrades:

white-winged-warrior:

white-winged-warrior:

Angeal looked deep, deep into those Mako eyes, azure pools reflecting his own. And then he pushed Zack away. “What are you doing Zack?”

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"It was Genesis wasn’t it." He said, eyes squinting as the youth tried and get even closer to his face.

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"Sephiroth actually," he replied honestly, maintaining that three-inch distance from his mentor’s nose.

"I’m going to have words for him I’m sure." Angeal said, trying to keep his cool as Zack kept his place. "And just what was this challenge?"