http://findmyownreason.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] findmyownreason.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] onepassingnight 2011-08-28 07:36 am (UTC)

The laughter assures him everything is okay between them and it makes his heart lift lighter in his chest so that he actually has to inhale nice and deep to fill all the new space in his lungs. Sloooooow, the ears sink back down behind the flowers.

There's the slightest ruffle of tall grass and then - nothing. Living up to his name, Cloud seems to have simply vanished and all there is is a field full of tall grass and flowers and the occasional breeze that blows across it like a friendly hand softly ruffling hair. Birds twitter quietly to each other in the trees and somewhere nearby a squirrel darts from branch to branch in the stunted grove, flinging itself fearlessly wide to reach each new hold.

Until there's a sound, barely there, to the right of Aerith's chosen tree. But it's the left side of her, a second later, that feels the nudge of a nose against her knee through the fabric of her dress and the softest:

"woof."

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