[ Beyond his heightened aggression and the urge to seek fights, Cloud has come to terms with himself during the Sanguis moon. A lot of what he thinks, what he feels, it's a part of who he is. Which leaves him feeling lighter than before around Weiss when he finally stopped asking himself the question of why. It really was simple, wasn't it? There's something about her, an attraction he never would have thought of when he first arrived here.
When Cloud first came to this world, he was committed to returning home. A part of him still was. Those he met down in the Lightless were allies to him. Nothing more, he told himself. And now here he is, behind closed doors with someone he likes- well enough that he wasn't averse to making out for a little "game". Well enough that he wouldn't hesitate to hold or kiss her to make the suffering go away. And definitely well enough that he's starting to think that maybe he'd go this far without the blessing of the moons over them. That list is very, very small.
Words that he once reserved for the sake of keeping his own world and family safe... Even if he doesn't fully realize it yet, it's too late.
Weiss became somebody he cherished. ]
Mm.
[ Cloud was quick to take the cue, the hands on her thigh and chest moving to the hem of his shirt. Joining her efforts, he takes a deep breath and exhales as he peels the shirt up and over his head. There's a small shudder when his warm skin is exposed to the cooler air of the room, tossing the shirt somewhere to half-hang off the side of the bed.
The fact he's been training more frequently here shows. While he's still lean, his muscles are more defined, well-toned and solid. With the huntress in his lap, his arms loosely wrap around her hips. His cheeks sting, hot with crimson, but his deeper sapphire gaze holds to her icier blues, silently giving her the nod to keep going. He wants her out of her dress too, but, if she wants to touch him? To give him more? Who was he to rush a good thing? ]
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When Cloud first came to this world, he was committed to returning home. A part of him still was. Those he met down in the Lightless were allies to him. Nothing more, he told himself. And now here he is, behind closed doors with someone he likes- well enough that he wasn't averse to making out for a little "game". Well enough that he wouldn't hesitate to hold or kiss her to make the suffering go away. And definitely well enough that he's starting to think that maybe he'd go this far without the blessing of the moons over them. That list is very, very small.
Words that he once reserved for the sake of keeping his own world and family safe... Even if he doesn't fully realize it yet, it's too late.
Weiss became somebody he cherished. ]
Mm.
[ Cloud was quick to take the cue, the hands on her thigh and chest moving to the hem of his shirt. Joining her efforts, he takes a deep breath and exhales as he peels the shirt up and over his head. There's a small shudder when his warm skin is exposed to the cooler air of the room, tossing the shirt somewhere to half-hang off the side of the bed.
The fact he's been training more frequently here shows. While he's still lean, his muscles are more defined, well-toned and solid. With the huntress in his lap, his arms loosely wrap around her hips. His cheeks sting, hot with crimson, but his deeper sapphire gaze holds to her icier blues, silently giving her the nod to keep going. He wants her out of her dress too, but, if she wants to touch him? To give him more? Who was he to rush a good thing? ]