[image description: Standing out in the lush green of a fresh wilderness, Cloud and Sephiroth stand, facing each other, dressed in traveling clothes and with a backpack full of gear. Their hands are linked, fingers twined together. Unlike previously, Cloud is not touching Sephiroth’s prosthetic hand. He is holding onto his right hand, as tightly as he can. He and Sephiroth are smiling at each other, sharing something deep, and new, and powerful. A moment just for the two of them. A silent promise before a new beginning. end image description]
“Oh,” She breathed, staring out at the field that stretched below her. “Oh, wow.”
“That’s quite a sight.” Genesis agreed, pushing his bangs out of his face, the new grey streak in his red hair an unsettling highlight. “I mean, we’re in the middle of nowhere, exhausted, and filthy, but that is quite a sight.”
Aerith elbowed him, refusing to let his dour attitude spoil her fun. This was the best thing she’d ever seen. Standing atop the small bluff, looking over the field before her. The flowers, and flowers, and flowers.
“Whatcha got?” Zack called up from behind them, from where he was walking with Angeal.
“Want to go down in style?” Genesis asked in a whisper.
Aerith felt her grin grow. Lifted her arms in answer. Genesis’s hands gripped her waist, Beat his wing hard, just once, and they were flying down the steep cliff face together. Sweeping over the flowers in slow spirals.
“No fair!” Zack’s voice followed, full of laughter, even as Aerith shrieked in a combination of delight and terror, clinging to Genesis’s coat.
