Scoffing, he nudged the girl, a bit harsher than intended, brow furrowing deeply. Everyone was a joker today, it seemed.
“Knock it off, Ri. It’s not funny.”
She had been feigning that puzzling look… up until he jabbed her with his elbow and responded in a rough manner which caused her eyebrows to raise in surprise.
"Okay, fine. I’ll stop. I’m sorry, I was just kidding. I didn’t realize it was a sensitive topic for you. But geez, you didn’t have to elbow me that hard." Bunching her mouth to the side, she clicked her tongue in annoyance and lowered her hand to her side in effort to massage the stinging area briefly. "And besides, how can anyone seriously forget about you? You’re unforgettable."
"—Don’t tell me you all forgot about me!"
Ooh, teasing Tidus was always fun.
Taking languid strides towards him, she tilted her head and asked in a perplexed voice, “… Who are you?”
You know what I want to see more of on here?
People accepting that their writing actually is good; no, I don’t mean ‘I’m the absolute best everyone else go home’, because obviously that would make for a very arrogant, nasty-fart-in-a-hot-car smelling atmosphere and we don’t need that.
What I’m talking about is the writers here need to allow themselves to believe they are wonderful at what they do. That they are unique in what they do. Maybe there’s a hundred of your character — maybe you’re the only one to ever play them; canon or oc. Whatever the case, not one writer is the same — similar, possibly, but never the exact same. And you, whoever you write for, bring something to the writing desk that others enjoy wholeheartedly.
So reflect a minute; remember that while arrogance is not the key to a successful and happy writer’s life, acceptance is: you’re putting your heart and soul into the words that flow from those pretty little fingers of yours, and you have every right in the cosmos to be proud of them——
so be proud.
Really, there was no need for spoken gratitude.
Not when the action had been near instinctual, muted concern etched visibly upon the pallid span of his typically stoic visage. It was all too common for injuries of this sort to arise after a trip through the decimated remains of Midgar where both scavengers and monsters tended to lurk, yet nonetheless Cloud would never be the kind of man who’d allow someone to wander by in such a state without taking required action.
An inquiry regarding her mental state rather than the wounds previously fixed.
(How embarrassing. Sheesh…)
Forcing those fleeting thoughts to the back of her mind, she gave a slight nod of her head, maintaining that half-smile. No longer was her vision unfocused nor her joints crying; she could see her surroundings clearly and move her limbs freely again. "I’m fine" was her gentle reassurance to his inquiry, her gaze lingering for a brief moment before she moved to steadily rise to her feet. Returning to inspecting and dusting herself off, after a couple of pats, the dirt that had clung to her duster when she was kneeling on the ground in a critical condition.
"I’m lucky that you were around. I don’t know what would’ve happen," she ventured to explain, rubbing her forearm absentmindedly as a sideways glance was spared. "I ran into some monsters earlier. Nothing that I can’t handle, but then…" A grimace appeared, brows furrowed. "I felt dizzy all of a sudden afterwards… It was weird… But I’m fine now. So, are you in the middle of a delivery or something?"
A gasp was emitted and that small frame of hers became very still before a glance was made in the other girl’s direction. “Oh my gosh! Stella…? Is that you?” An elated smile brightened her features at the sight of the princess. “It is you! You’re back!” And with that overjoyed exclamation, her legs carried herself forward into a sprint until she was standing just before Stella. She threw her arms around the blond for a tight hug which lasted rather briefly before she pulled away and took a step back. “I missed you, too! Where have you been?!”
A blue illumination filled her narrow vision and quickly was there the sensation of a pulsating warmth akin to a cool fire rushing through her veins. The injuries she had sustained from her earlier encounter were now knitting themselves together, anew. Flickering her eyes up, she saw those gloved digits pull back and a face she was accustomed to. The corners of her lips rose in a faint smile.
"Thank you, Cloud," she said in a soft and weary voice.
"I’m going to use your shoulder as a pillow…" she mumbled, her voice low and weary as she gently patted him. Releasing a sigh, she let her heavy eyelids droop and rested her head on his shoulder but before she could get some sleep, she added jokingly with a jab of her finger, "Payback for all the times you sat on me."
/picks you up and twirls
"H-HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! I DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU! PUT-ME-DOWN! YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE!”
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HE PREFERS SEEING YOU OUT OF IT, AMIRITE? 83
She pressed her finger against her lips and winked. “Why of course~!”