#gatheringstars: aerith

[jastfaer]

@gatheringstars​ // for aerith

             It was easy enough to find work in places like this, especially when he was willing to do just about anything. Artemios often counted on his good luck to draw out the kinder of business owners. That just so happened to be small shop selling general items. They had needed someone to keep the place clean and do inventory. Every morning, Artemios swept the front of the shop, and every morning he caught sight of the young woman. It had become customary for him to wave good morning to her, a wide grin on his scarred face. This time, however, Artemios caught sight of an accident about to happen.

             Danger whispered on his senses. There was a flash in his mind’s eye (careening metal, the woman beneath it, red) and he moved. Something above made a loud cracking noise. He dropped the broom. Artemios grabbed her by the arm, tugged her into him. They were just inside the front door when the shower of metal (beams?) collapsed onto street. Artemios stared wide-eyed, momentarily forgetting to release her. He did so a second later, patting her shoulder, checking her arm-- he hadn’t pulled her too hard had he? Canting his head to the side, ears drooping a little, he offered a wavering thumbs up--

                           All good?

[solnaer]

“I can see your soul at the edges of your eyes. It’s corrosive, like acid.” //Aerith i guess

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Solnaer tilted his head to the side, one brow arched, the beginnings of an amused smirk on his lips. Like the glint of a knife. He had heard his aura called many things. A raging fire, a wildfire burning down the forest. The inky darkness of the deepest lake on a cold, foreboding night. Threatening. Corrosive, indeed, acidic as well.

But not once had he ever heard it uttered at him.

Praxonites knew him. Feared him. This one did not have thay fear. She had no prior knowledge of his existence. He was but a passing traveler carrying the scent of danger.

"What a terrible thing to say," Solnaer said. He swept his gaze over her, the surroundings. "Making difficult decisions isn't always easy for those with...strict morals. You find my choice, to sacrifice the lost cause, reprehensible. That is understandable. But that is why it is me making the decision and not you."

[escalaregalia]

@gatheringstars​ asked: Aerith grabs a marker to write ‘srs soldier srsly’ on Cloud’s forehead. Yes she had to get very close to do that.

As she drew closer, Cloud just accepted it, closing his eyes. “Do I even want to know?”

[tragedyloved]

“New Years Kiss” //on the cheek from Aerith to Henry

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His face was redder than the roses at her shop. He could blame the champagne, but he had only had a glass or two. Aerith looked as dazzling as she always did; too pretty to be giving Henry the time of day. Kind in a way he had forgotten people could be.

Henry smiled a little, ducking his head as if that would make him smaller. Or invisible.

"Happy new years to you, too." Henry hid behind his camera, one of those new Polaroid types. A quick shot. The picture printed out. He passed it to her, the redness of his cheeks fading. "Don't shake it."

[redactar]

Aerith coming in with a friendly hug

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Oh, he must look like garbage if the flower shop owner is trying to cheer him up.

"Hey, hey, I'm fine. I'm alright--see?" Leon flashed a very unconvincing smile; but he was trying at least. "What'll really make me happy is if you help me put together one of those huge bouquets for Claire."

[maddmuses]

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Tifa gave the other woman a small smile as Aerith got into position, glad that the mage trusted her so well, even now as they were faced down with monsters. There were so many other people that would rather the opposite, even if they acknowledged that she was a real powerhouse, but not Aerith.

Adjusting her stance so that her feet were shoulder-width apart. Slamming one fist into the other, as she seemed to send off a shockwave, Tifa called back, “Cover me!” Before leaping towards the monster, leading with a roundhouse.

In a sequence of punches and kicks, Tifa slammed each of their enemies with devastating blows that were, somewhat, enhanced by her materia.

After all, with Aerith at her back, the brawler knew that she could really let-loose.

[lemusegallery]

Continued from here

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Tifa visibly sighed at Aerith's question and replied in a simple manner.

"I was having a hard time sleeping, so I went to the roof to stargaze. Maybe that could help me a bit, what of you?"

She finished asking her friend.

[tornscale]

@gatheringstars​ [from the Aerith ask]

“AH SHIT, SORRY!” He blurts out, his own face quite a shade darker than before as he turns around on his heels to face away from her. Here he was, hiding away thanks to this woman, and he just walked in on her taking her clothes off. Some guest he was appearing to be.

“I-I-I didn’t hear you come in here, my apologies! I’ll go ahead and wait outside until you’re dressed!”

[tragedyloved]

　　　　"Hey! Henry! Merry Christmas!" Aerith cheered, handing him a box wrapped in red with a gold bow. She was a little nervous over the deep green scarf inside. It was soft, but she hadn't been sure about the color. "I hope you like it."

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A frown, followed by faint confusion, and finally brows raised in surprise. Henry wasn't sure how to feel. He hadn't brought anything for Aerith, even if he knew she likely wouldn't even think anything of it. She seemed that kind of person. Henry didn't remember the last time someone got him something-- whether for Christmas or otherwise. Maybe it hadn't been since Eileen.

"Merry Christmas. You didn't have to get me anything... thank you." Henry took the box, looking over the wrapping, the gold bow. "Um, do you want me to... open it now?"

[escalaregalia]

@gatheringstars​ asked: ▲ //because I’m curious: Cloud for Aerith

send me ▲ and I’ll reply with a sex gif of what my muse wants to do to/with yours.

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[tragedyloved]

❝I think you need to lay down.❞ //from Aerith to Henry

@gatheringstars // lightheaded/fainting starters

He hadn't had a bad day like this in...months. Henry had been lulled into a false sense of security. His headaches were less frequent. He didn't see the scenes from his nightmares during his waking hours. He didn't feel the need to be out of his apartment more often than he was in it, and most days he could lock his apartment door. He had things to look forward to. The ghosts in their various locations didn't startle him as much. And maybe the nightmares would always be with him, but they were so commonplace, now, that even Jim Stone didn't bother him.

He hadn't expected to wake to a headache--a sharp yet foggy feeling he'd come to associate with the otherworld. With ghosts and things that existed in the darkest nights. It had put him on immediate alert. It had sent a chill down his spine and kept him frozen in his bedroom. The crying was what broke him. The sound traveled from the living room, echoing in that way only things from the beyond could.

Henry didn't remember how he got out the apartment that morning. He had all of his things with him in his usual messenger bag, but he didn't remember putting it together. He didn't remember getting ready that morning, but he'd showered and dressed. He knew he had a job to get to, but he couldn't remember where or what time it was. The only note on his phone was about Aerith's flower shop, and how he'd promised to take pictures of her gorgeously arranged bouquets.

He kept smelling rust and old blood. Every one of his shots was oh so slightly blurry because he couldn't get his hands to still.

"I-I'm really sorry." He couldn't stop apologizing. Henry sucked in a breath through his nose. Rust and old blood and underneath it the sweet, thick scent of flowers and earth. Unlike the wet, earthy smell of the white heads, bobbing back and forth. A sickly, mildew odor. Oh, God, why would this never be behind him? Another slow, deep breath to keep the panic at bay. Or maybe the tears. Henry felt unsteady.

"What?" He blinked. Right, she was right in front of him. Aerith's concerned face looked up at him, eyes narrowing on his pale features. The words caught up to him. He lowered his camera. "No, that's okay. I um, I'm a little... I must be coming down with something. I should ...I should go...home."

It shouldn't be so hard to say that.

[tragedyloved]

“  would you help me hold this it’s really heavy— ”  *offers out hand* //Aerith being silly around Henry ig?? lol

He wasn't paying attention. Not in the slightest. It was obvious in the soft "hm?" he responded with, and the "sure" before he even glanced over. He fixed the camera strap over his shoulder, finally giving her his attention, only to be caught with a little amused smile and her outstretched hand. Henry blinked.

"What are you..." It took him a second. He wasn't good at this-- socializing, flirting, whatever you wanted to call it. A flush of color across his cheeks. "...Haha, very funny. I...I thought you were, um, in the flower business. Not a uh, comedian." @gatheringstars

[maddmuses]

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As Aerith pushed back, Tifa shook her head, gently resting her hand on Aerith’s hip in an attempt to keep her close. The brawler answered, “It isn’t a bad thing just... I was getting a little bit nervous.” Admitting that made Tifa feel like she was the timid one, now.

[maddmuses]

@gatheringstars​

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“Nnh....” He sighed in that oh so familiar way that he did when Aerith would say something, or at least something where she was teasing him.

Taking a seat on the bed, he felt his heart hammering. Cloud didn’t want to play it off like that, though, in case she thought he was trying to make a move on her. But at the same time? Cloud’s most awkward impulses reared their heads. “No... Well... Yeah... You know what I mean.”

[escalaregalia]

@gatheringstars​ said: ‘ship bias’ for Cloud

send ‘ship bias’ and I will share up to 5 ships I have a bias for for my muse!

I don’t think I have five ships for Cloud yet.

Cloud & Lightning (you’re the only person I have a ship going with atm, so points to you for that.)

The rest of these are just ones I ship but haven’t done anything with yet because there are an infinite number of people who play Cloud better than me.

Cloud & Tifa 

Cloud & Aerith

Cloud & Jessie

Cloud & Ashe (because I love FFXII and would love to do an AU for Cloud there.)

Just... assume Cloud would love all the FF ladies... just all the Square Enix ladies... but these are just the ones I’ve actually thought of.