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[image description: A pair of images. In the first, Cloud is standing before Sephiroth, wearing a cozy hoodie. Sephiroth is seated before him, face is pressed into Cloud’s chest. He has one hand gripping the back of Cloud’s hoodie. Cloud is gently resting his face against Sephiroth’s head, his expression one of soft concern. In the second image, Cloud is cradled in Sephiroth’s arms. Cloud is fast asleep, curled up against Sephiroth’s chest. Sephiroth has a tender expression on his face, and has just pressed a soft, sweet kiss to his forehead. end image description]

Den of M[arionettes]
Whumptober 2020

Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick

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Day 12: Broken Down

“You’re sure you’re steady enough?”

“Quite certain, Cloud. My legs are quite sturdy. Would you like to feel them?”

“Don’tflirt with me, I’m walking you home from medical!”

“Alright. When shall we reschedule for? Friday?”

Cloud snorted. Ducked his head. His hands shoved in his pockets, his stride shorter than Sephiroth’s— One and a half steps to Sephiroth’s every one. But they walked side by side.

Sephiroth hadn’t asked him to come down. To walk back with him. To do anything, really. But Cloud had shown up anyway, when Sephiroth finally replied. Replied to the backlog of 54 messages, sent over the last 11 days, while he had been floating and—

He yanked his thoughts away from that like pulling on a Chocobo’s reins. Glanced down to Cloud, walking by him with his chin tucked and his hands in his pockets.

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