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Five Things: Final Fantasy VII: Fanfic: 5 Things Aerith and Cloud Didn't Do Together
Title: 5 Things Aerith and Cloud Didn't Do Together
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Cloud Strife, AVALANCHE members, Elmyra Gainsborough
Rating: PG
Length: 688 words
Content notes: Spanning original game / Advent Children
Author's notes: Bit of a mood swing at the end-- I apparently have a hard time sticking to unhappy fic at the moment.
Summary: There were things he wanted to have shared with her.
1. He came to on the airship, the most pressing concern in his mind being to apologize to everyone he could. It's not until he goes out on the open deck and feels the refreshing wind whipping past him that he remembers--"Promise me, promise me!"--and thinks of the one he couldn't say sorry to.
She would have loved this wind, cool like the breezes her magic had stirred to life; she would have loved flying free on it.
2. He'd forgotten all about the house until the first delivery to Icicle Inn, and then he's able to keep himself on task only until the package is out of his hands. After that, the tenuous facade of self-control just dissolves. From the client's house to the house left uninhabited for twenty-two years is a path so set in his mind that it burns past thought and memory and he doesn't even remember walking to Aerith's parents' house: he's just there. He steps inside to the odd mismatch of machinery and comfortable knick-knacks, looks at the machine storing Gast's videos, and walks back out.
He doesn't need to see them again. He never did need to see them, even if some of Ifalna's knowledge helped fill the gaps in his understanding. What he wants is to have done the impossible and shown them to Gast and Ifalna's daughter. He can only guess how many questions she had that they might have answered.
3. Elmyra doesn't need a reason to ask him to deliver anything to Aerith's grave. He wishes there was a tactful way to tell her that--there probably is, but he's never been good with words or consoling and everything he can think of sounds clumsy and awkward or hurtful dismissal when he only means reassurance.
So he watches her silently cry and fumble with words and focuses on holding the flowers very, very carefully, since his tongue is stuck in his mouth and his own words weighted with lead and she finally manages, "It was her birthday yesterday," and
Oh.
He hadn't known. They hadn't known each other long enough to--
4. "Celebrate!" Yuffie yells, cartwheeling into Seventh Heaven after yanking open the door, and Tifa is in such a good mood that not a single word of reprimand comes her way. "Come on, come on! We saved the world again! And no, Cloud, you don't get all the credit just for kicking Sephiroth's ass. I could've done that too!"
"Fortunately, you won't need to prove it," Nanaki observes, with a yelp shortly after when he gets a noogie to the head for his wisecrack.
Aerith never got to really celebrate something with them. She'd made her own happy moments, her and Tifa, but there had been no Seventh Heaven then--the old one destroyed by Shinra dropping the plate--and they'd been constantly on the run, and Cloud had been too caught up in pursuing Sephiroth to encourage any group partying.
He feels bad about it, for a moment. The next moment has Barret yelling at him what he's looking so mopey for and pressing a drink into his hand. For all his bluster, Barret has a significant look on his face, and Cloud...thinks he gets it. Because Barret's had to move on from his own mistakes. Because Barret was the smart one of them who'd known every once in a while you needed to forget, if just for a little while.
She'd have wanted him to enjoy the party she couldn't get to.
Cloud opens the bottle and drinks.
5.
....
Aerith probably never got this drunk, and she certainly never got as drunk as Cloud had around an equally drunk AVALANCHE, or with a mostly-sober Yuffie taking embarrassing pictures as revenge for being served only 'light' drinks until Tifa was either too sloshed to care or too sloshed to keep a good eye on the ninja.
Aerith's probably put out she missed it, Cloud thinks blearily too himself, closing his eyes against the bright morning light.
But she was probably glad he'd enjoyed himself. And she ought to be glad to be missing the hangover.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Cloud Strife, AVALANCHE members, Elmyra Gainsborough
Rating: PG
Length: 688 words
Content notes: Spanning original game / Advent Children
Author's notes: Bit of a mood swing at the end-- I apparently have a hard time sticking to unhappy fic at the moment.
Summary: There were things he wanted to have shared with her.
1. He came to on the airship, the most pressing concern in his mind being to apologize to everyone he could. It's not until he goes out on the open deck and feels the refreshing wind whipping past him that he remembers--"Promise me, promise me!"--and thinks of the one he couldn't say sorry to.
She would have loved this wind, cool like the breezes her magic had stirred to life; she would have loved flying free on it.
2. He'd forgotten all about the house until the first delivery to Icicle Inn, and then he's able to keep himself on task only until the package is out of his hands. After that, the tenuous facade of self-control just dissolves. From the client's house to the house left uninhabited for twenty-two years is a path so set in his mind that it burns past thought and memory and he doesn't even remember walking to Aerith's parents' house: he's just there. He steps inside to the odd mismatch of machinery and comfortable knick-knacks, looks at the machine storing Gast's videos, and walks back out.
He doesn't need to see them again. He never did need to see them, even if some of Ifalna's knowledge helped fill the gaps in his understanding. What he wants is to have done the impossible and shown them to Gast and Ifalna's daughter. He can only guess how many questions she had that they might have answered.
3. Elmyra doesn't need a reason to ask him to deliver anything to Aerith's grave. He wishes there was a tactful way to tell her that--there probably is, but he's never been good with words or consoling and everything he can think of sounds clumsy and awkward or hurtful dismissal when he only means reassurance.
So he watches her silently cry and fumble with words and focuses on holding the flowers very, very carefully, since his tongue is stuck in his mouth and his own words weighted with lead and she finally manages, "It was her birthday yesterday," and
Oh.
He hadn't known. They hadn't known each other long enough to--
4. "Celebrate!" Yuffie yells, cartwheeling into Seventh Heaven after yanking open the door, and Tifa is in such a good mood that not a single word of reprimand comes her way. "Come on, come on! We saved the world again! And no, Cloud, you don't get all the credit just for kicking Sephiroth's ass. I could've done that too!"
"Fortunately, you won't need to prove it," Nanaki observes, with a yelp shortly after when he gets a noogie to the head for his wisecrack.
Aerith never got to really celebrate something with them. She'd made her own happy moments, her and Tifa, but there had been no Seventh Heaven then--the old one destroyed by Shinra dropping the plate--and they'd been constantly on the run, and Cloud had been too caught up in pursuing Sephiroth to encourage any group partying.
He feels bad about it, for a moment. The next moment has Barret yelling at him what he's looking so mopey for and pressing a drink into his hand. For all his bluster, Barret has a significant look on his face, and Cloud...thinks he gets it. Because Barret's had to move on from his own mistakes. Because Barret was the smart one of them who'd known every once in a while you needed to forget, if just for a little while.
She'd have wanted him to enjoy the party she couldn't get to.
Cloud opens the bottle and drinks.
5.
....
Aerith probably never got this drunk, and she certainly never got as drunk as Cloud had around an equally drunk AVALANCHE, or with a mostly-sober Yuffie taking embarrassing pictures as revenge for being served only 'light' drinks until Tifa was either too sloshed to care or too sloshed to keep a good eye on the ninja.
Aerith's probably put out she missed it, Cloud thinks blearily too himself, closing his eyes against the bright morning light.
But she was probably glad he'd enjoyed himself. And she ought to be glad to be missing the hangover.