onepassingnight | 001 ╰☆╮ Dreaming after a battle {intro!}

Before this dream started there was a bright flash of white light, followed by a seemingly endless flower field appears, extending way beyond to what the eyes can see and at the moment Rinoa is not quite sure if it's accurate or not, there's even the distant sound of the ocean and it's enough for her to recognize this place as what it is.

The flower field behind Edea's orphanage, a gentle drift of wind sweeps by causing the sea of flowers to sway in rhythm with it, some petals even fluttering in the wind, the wind even move through the bright white feathers of her wings, ones that she hadn't even realized yet and even if she had she won't pay any attention to them at the moment

Rinoa moved further in the flower field, kneeling down her fingers touches one of the flowers, before a deep weary sigh escaped her lips and the wings slowly start to disappear, some lingering feathers being swept away with the wind. "Did we win or…?" Had they failed?

(ooc: *coughs* why yes the last thing she remembers at the moment is fighting Ultimecia, I am going with the assumption there was a quick passing out after Ultimecia blew up.)

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It's a... flower field.

He expected to wake up in a flower field after losing his fight for the kids.

What he didn't expect was -

it's the wrong flower field.

He sits up too suddenly and it makes his head spin, sends the blood rushing to his head and blacks out his eyesight for a second. He knows he should be on his feet, sword ready for whatever came next but his arms and legs feel like lead and there's a part of him that says 'why bother?'.

Grass and flower petals fall from his hair as he shakes his head, eyesight clearing.

It's still the wrong field of flowers...

And what's Tifa doing - no. That's... not Tifa.

His voice comes out raw, rough at it's edges, as he asks:

"Aerith?"

This is their flower field, in that she can be sure, Rinoa suspects that the only thing she can do now is to wait for Squall or see what will happen next. With a small sigh she stands up and turns to walk to the orphanage, see if someone is there but stops when she notices the new man standing there, one she had never seen before and considering what had happened last she is a bit guarded when it comes to certain things and even people at the moment.

She looks a bit confused at the name, another draft of wind sweeps by, forcing her to raise her hand and keep her hair from getting in her face. "…No." She has never heard of that person but – "…who are you?"

The ass kicking he's just received has followed him into his dream and so he's a bit stiff as he moves. But he does move. Because there's something about her that tugs on him at an instinctive level and that makes him just want to be nearby when she's there. Not too close, he doesn't know her any more than she knows him but when he stops just out of arm's reach it feels better, like a thread down his shoulders relaxes - just a little. He should feel wary. Instead he just feels... comforted.

"Cloud," he offers it, not expecting recognition. Girls in flower fields. Maybe Aerith's not the only Cetra lingering and each of them gets their own field of flowers. "Where am I?"

Now that she has been around enough fights with the rest, she can recognize the stiffness on his movements when he approaches her. She looks at him quietly, carefully examining him before deciding or more like feeling that he’s not a threat for her maybe that is why she allows him to get somehow close. She smiles just a bit at him, rather warmly despite that the circumstances are just a tad bit strange.

"Okay, Cloud…" No, she doesn’t recognize the name. "I’m Rinoa and you’re in…hmm I guess you can say just a flower field, unless you want me to tell you which continent it is?" She tilts her head a bit. "Are you okay though?"

The smile feels good too - and makes him feel guilty at the same time. He's more than a little sure he doesn't deserve anyone smiling at him that way right now. So instead he looks away, studying the flower field, realizing for the first time that there's sky, not blank nothingness above and that there are sounds faint and distant but alive and real on the wind. Looking back at her, brows down, he blurts:

"We're alive?"

Gray-blue eyes blink at him due to the sudden question, really of all things to ask it had to be that one. "Yes…" Or at least she thinks so; she wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t dead right? After all she had promised to be here for Squall and…unless somehow her soul had found its way here, but that couldn’t be, she wasn’t dead or at least it didn’t felt as she was, it felt familiar somehow, the overall feeling.

"Why would you even think you are dead?"

The look on her face answers his question before she even opens her mouth and has him looking around them both again, with more attention this time. There's an awkward shove of his hand through his hair that ends with a sheepish scratch at the back of his neck. And a long pause because he can't even begin to fathom how he's supposed to explain having his own personal Cetra and her flower field and - nope. Sticking with the easy questions instead. Looking back at the strange woman the look on his face isn't relived or upset at not being dead. Just confused. He's been waiting to be dead for a while now.

"Because the last thing I remember is losing a fight."

Well that awkward movement she can recognize right away, she had seen it enough times with her friends and in others to know what it means, the long pause is also expected, well this sure makes things more comfortable…not…if this is strange for him, it’s even more strange for her considering that not a lot of people was supposed to venture to this continent or that was supposed to be the idea, but here he was.

"That explains why some of your movements look a bit stiff." She wondered if he needed a healing spell or something right now?

"Hn."

He looks down then, hand shifting instinctively to curl around his left arm, move both ginger and protective. The last thing he remembers is Kadaj's face and hitting the ground. There's no way the Remnant let him live. But he can't be dead or he'd be ...

he'd either be in Aerith's flower field or drowning in green losing his mind. Again.

His boots shift a little in the flowers and he looks back up. Time to focus on the important things. And that's not feeling sorry for himself. She offered earlier and so his head comes back up to focus his eyes on her now.

"Which continent are we on?"

He looked confused or so it felt to her, it was almost as if this place might be familiar to him but it wasn’t where he was supposed to be, it was strange. Rinoa tilted her head a bit when his hand curled around his left arm, which was a rather particular behavior.

"Is your arm hurt?" It was the only thing she could think off, he could be wounded for all she knew, but she didn’t exactly saw any sign of blood from that arm, maybe it was an instinctive thing.

She blinked just a bit, having forgotten she had offered to give him that bit of information, but she quickly recovered, "In the Centra Continent."

That's... not familiar. He's pretty sure he knows just about everywhere on the Planet too. He's got to get back to the Northern Continent. Got to save Marlene and Denzel. Got to... got to try at least even if he doesn't think it will make much difference... but the kids are counting on him. He'll die before he lets them down. More. Her question about his arm though has his blue eyes lifting back to her.

"I've got the stigma." It doesn't matter if she knows. Everyone that he was trying to hide it from already does. She might decide to ditch him because of it but - he's tired, so tired, of trying to hide.

Of trying to go it alone.

"How far is it to the Northern Continent? Or Edge?"

001 ╰☆╮ Dreaming after a battle {intro!}

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cause he's suuuuch a smooth talker ;)

oh gosh Cloud that is the way to score man. ;)

hence why he's so popular with the ladies (one day I'll be able to say that with a straight face)

Of course (apparently in ff7&8 antisocial and socially awkward drew the ladies to the yard)

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