#legacyfaired

[makosoulclone]

@legacyfaired​

He’s confused but he just pats him on the head. He’s standing on his tippy toes to do so.

“Ummm...good boy?”

[chosenrule]

‘  i typed your symptoms into the thing up here and it says you could have network connectivity problems.  ’

Parks and Rec Starters ; Always Accepting.     @legacyfaired

Back and forth til the tile wore down to dirt -- or so discomfort drug quickly tiring form. Genesis should have returned a week ago, yet no word came forth, no reports from seconds... Nothing. The man was dramatic, certainly, but... Was this really the sort of folly to pull? ( No, no, logic assured; this wasn’t one of the jokes Sephiroth didn’t understand. Genesis wasn’t as childish as a stunt like that might otherwise imply. This was serious. This was... )

Abrupt in his machinations, Sephiroth stilled no different from a robot whose off switch had been hit -- and just the same, his movement to sit, back pressed against the wall felt just as jarring as it must have looked. He needed to breathe. Needed space, needed isolation, or Angeal or... Genesis. Arms had rested only briefly upon the flat of his knees, but were soon pulled in close and folded across his chest ‘til knuckles went white. Doing this presently was... Perhaps wrong wasn’t the ideal word, but barely focused eyes settled upon his companion ( Zack, SOLDIER Third Class Zack, the mind kept sluggishly reminding ) fixated on the issue all the same. They weren’t close, he wasn’t safe, and... Fuck, if such thoughts weren’t spiking his vitals.

“I can... I can’t... Breathe...”

Zack’s response came, surely, though it scarcely registered from the growing consumption of inappropriately overflowing emotion. A sure sign that Sephiroth’s condition was worsening, no doubt; and a sign even stronger that, regardless of prior objections, the time had come to drag himself back down to the labs. Eyes flickered, if only momentarily, to the door whilst words failed to leave his lips. For as the seconds passed, the stronger his belief that he wouldn’t be picking himself up again if he didn’t do it now. But Zack’s focus was on the computer sat upon Sephiroth’s desk, furiously typing away. This was it, he supposed, in perhaps the strangest of ways he’d considered himself dying.

‘I typed your symptoms into the thing up here and it says you could have network connectivity problems’

The sheer absurdity of it forced him forward an inch, brows pinched together in confusion... Maybe it was network connectivity problems.

[valorxdrive]

legacyfaired said: "From one hero to another, you got the heart kid." 

♕ - He finds solace in those words. Together they stand upon grounds ravaged by a smoky haze, torn cobblestone and cinderblock, now celebrated with the vivacious cheer of the people, revitalizing. Bearing witness to their victory had led into the boisterous rise of their voices as he comes to smile unconsciously. Together they stand at the epicenter of it all, once back to back, now side to side as they provide a stalwart image of warriors. The younger of the two found himself canting an eye up to Zack, reflecting an equally bright fire in those irises before a broad grin settles on his lips.

“You’re one to talk. You did the same thing as I did. We both jumped in without thinking.” Any of the cool and collected would find it a foolish notion. Why take task the risk of a blade and claws rending flesh for the sake of another? Sora internally figured that not everyone could get it, that primal scream, that roar of the heart that directs one to be a protector forged adversity and tempered from trial by endless trial. The silver edge and golden handles of the Kingdom Key would find a momentary reprieve, comfortably settled over his shoulder, another part of the display that kicked up the morale to the people surrounding them.

There was another horror enriched fairy tales running their marks across the worlds. Hopelessness, despair, a fist full of drive and blood seething with drive would come to draw light so potent it’d tear through the worst storms that battered darkness and strife.

“Thanks for havin’ my back out there.” With one hand keeping vigil over the blade recuperating on his shoulder, the other raises up, knuckles settled out in the gesture for a fist bump.

“From one guy to another that has a ton of heart.”

@legacyfaired​

[thememcry]

      ↳ @legacyfaired​ asked, “ holds her hand ” // random lovely asks.

      gentle. his touch is as delicate as the blooms she so lovingly tends. for someone so tall, so decidedly masculine his touch is soft as summer rain. fingers ease their way into the palm of the flower peddler’s much smaller hand and slide against the flesh there, burn a path with their tips between her own digits and lace themselves there. it’s such an intimate gesture for how simple it is that aerith finds herself holding her breath at the very instigation. she peers at him with wondrous green eyes, over the roll of his shoulder and to the scar on his cheek: ‘x’ marks the spot, and stops at his own beautiful hues.

      she offers a squeeze, sure and sweet ... and perhaps a touch possessive, and when he gives one back she feels lighter somehow. it feels right.

[skyfallenxsoldier]

// @legacyfaired​ Asked: “The bolder the move, the less anyone questions it.” //

          “You know what... you saying that...  actually explains so much.” Cloud teased with a small smile. “No wonder you’re such a show-off.”

[fulgensun]

☀  @legacyfaired​ ​ :   "Bet I can do more squats than you!"  ☀  

He taunts him, he tempts him once again. And that peculiar challenge activates something, a primordial type of reaction within him that makes him straightens his back and shoulder, and that commands his heart to pump blood faster and faster. The thrill of the challenge is partly to also accept it when no one else would have bothered anymore -- and he’s there for it. Hand in a fist, he carries it at his chest’s level and beats against the heart with decision. Then, he gifts the other a thumb-up.

❛ A rematch ? ❜  he asks, jumping on the spot, from a foot to the other rapidly. A pale attempt of warming up - while he hasn’t certainly forgot he used that way to warm up during colder days or scenarios. But he doesn’t care much about that, it’s the thrill of the situation that drives his smirk to widen further.  ❛ Bring it, wanna bet this time I’ll actually win ? ❜

-- because last time didn’t end as it should have. Calling it a truce, the boys had to renounce to that dream of glory around the one-hundred-thirty-first squat. Their legs and back muscles had begged for mercy at the same time, or so the various witnesses would’ve later testified. They had fallen to the floor, exhausted, bones and muscles trembling and pinning them to the ground like two wounded animals. It has been shameful, with no real winner to declare. Things would change now.

Maybe, all they need is a fair judge. Someone who’d have counted each and every movement, but he doubts anyone would pay them more attention than necessary. It’s a challenge he can’t refuse. He gets ready, stops jiggling around and crouches a bit, so that his hands are resting to his knees. To pick up the rhythm at the right time is the essential, most crucial point. He looks at Zack in the eyes, and smiles:  ❛ Let’s go, here and now !  Three... two-- ❜

[badassbarmaid]

🎨 What are the mun’s hobbies?

Muse talking about the mun

“She really loves to write, obviously, since I’m here. Lately, she’s been playing a lot of video games, too. I think it helps her connect with her friends and escape what’s happening. She also loves to take photos of her cats and watch a lot of YouTube. I don’t understand it much, myself, but she is a huge fan of Markiplier and Achievement Hunter.”

[vulpesse-arc]

UNPROMPTED LETTER FOR THE FOX ! ✿   always accepting. @legacyfaired​​  has whispered:  "wow, you're really beautiful."

The voice that descends ‘pon vulpine audits is unfamiliar and yet, it easily manages to pique the otherwise fleeting attention of the foxen creature. Long lashes flutter, hound-like ears wiggle and the corners of roseate tiers instantaneously curl upwards into the vision of a mischievous but content simper  ;  it matters not how many HONEYED COMPLIMENTS have been generously offered to her in sacrifice, either in pursuance of gaining her favor or in pursuance of saving one’s life, she is certain that she will never grow accustomed to the hastened beating of her ichorous muscle.   

   ❝  Oh my, aren’t you a SWEETHEART  ?  ❞   Comes the taunting response of the she-beast, slender shoulders shake with the sudden vocalization of a girlish titter whilst her tails excitedly sway to-&-fro.   ❝  Thank you for your kind words, I shall not forget them   ──   Or you.  ❞ 

[roseusuitta-a]

@legacyfaired​

“Wakey wakey! Rise and shine!” Aerith shouts, whilst knocking on the door of which the male had slumbered. “Mom’s made us breakfast, so you better hurry! It’ll get cold~” She says with a tune to her voice. And the ancient proceeds to do as she told Zack, and makes her way downstairs for breakfast. 

“Looks great! As always!” She begins, making pleasantries with her mother, discussing her plans for the day. Her mother was not naive, and she was well aware of Aerith’s talents, but the ancient would still not burden her mother with the smaller details of the monsters that may come across her paths today. It’s just a short while before the male in question appears. Aerith greets him with a genuine smile, and with fork in her hand but no food on the end, she gives a slight gesture to the taller male for where he is to sit. Though, it’d be obvious from the plate dished up with steam rising from it. 

“We’ve got a long day ahead of us! Wouldn’t want you to hungry now, would we?” She says, a giggle slips through her lips before she continues to enjoy the breakfast laid out. 

Once finished, she offers to clear and wash the plates for her mother and Zack, leaving the two alone for a few minutes. She takes this time to gaze out of the kitchen window, smiling softly to herself at the bright lights shining down on Midgar that day. At least it would be pleasant outside. 

She returns to the table with a smile and says -

“So, anything you need to do before we head out?”

[forloyalties]

      ↳ @legacyfaired​, “  073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? (hero, anti-hero, sidekick, villain, etc.) ” //   100 random character development questions.

       073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? (hero, anti-hero, sidekick, villain, etc.):

            ---he’s an anti-hero. but like, a secondary anti-hero because he’s not the focus of any story. sure, his role is important, but he’s not the central character of any side of the tale. and he’s done some incredibly shiesty things in his time as a turk, but he’s not evil in the general sense of the word. we see, many times, instances of his desire to do the right thing peek out. he helps move the plot, he has his own development, and he does shitty things more often than not, but at the end of the day you can count on him to help the hero out.

            i mean, advent children, right?

            besides. tseng would choke me if i mentioned he’d make a great sidekick.

[daririnstammel]

"You're quite the character. What's your name m'lady?"

“My name.... well it’s Dari’rin. What about yours?” ♥

[loktonphoto]

“wet” TIME FOR ZACK TO GIVE A BIG WET HUG

“WHOA!”

Prompto yelped as he was suddenly hugged by the man, gasping as his clothes were now soaked too as he sweat dropped. He didn’t know what to say as he was confused by the sudden kind gesture, he gives Zack a big hug back in return.

@legacyfaired

[yunhuntress]

Zack eyes with the 'I wanna climb too' look. //ZACK THAT'S NOT WHAT SHE MEANT

“Wrong tree.”

[lcvcillcur-a]

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse "You looked hungry. My treat."

        In her travels, Alisaie never depended on nor expected the kindness of strangers. Part of it was pride; she had never wanted to be considered weak and needing of assistance. Another part was humility brought on by her legacy. For the progeny of Eorzea’s martyr to live off of others was shameful. With nothing expected, nor asked for, it was a surprise to see a plate of food set before her by an unfamiliar hand.

       And it was impossible to argue it when, practically at the sight, her stomach growled. Perhaps she had been ignoring her needs again in favor of work.

       “Thank you.” It would be impossibly rude not to offer him to sit and at least share the plate. “Please, have a seat. Unless you have somewhere to go?”

       He seemed like a decent enough young man, perhaps a few summers older than herself. “I admit that I am new to this area, and have not had time to get to know the locals.”

[godwinged]

@legacyfaired​ :  ♡ :>

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

pre-established relationships!    /    not accepting!

[cloudstriferp-blog]

"I'm proud of you ya know." ruffling the other's hair there was a childish grin to follow suit, "You've come really far."

@legacyfaired

“It’s because of you and your sacrifice.” Cloud-- couldn’t describe how he felt. Seeing Zack there now, in front of him. His heart wanted this to be real. That touch seemed real enough as did that grin. “It’s because of you, that I was able to make it this far. You...truly have no idea, what your words mean to me. They mean everything and I--” 

Oh-- his voice had cracked. Why did he feel like, he was going to cry? He gave him a sad smile. “We could... go farther together, Ya know? Can you stay? I know it’s selfish of me to ask but ...there’s so much, I want to do with you. So much I want to show you.” He moved to embrace Zack, he put his face against his chest. He just--- needed a moment, for his mind to catch up. “Thank you for everything, Zack.”