[This all sucks in a way that Cid is not keen to muddle through. But he can hardly help himself. He tosses it all around in his mind, and when that starts to hurt, he uncorks the booze until it doesn’t anymore.]
[And then he walks, stumbling, in the middle of the night, towards the pin on his HUD and the ache in his heart until he comes across him finally. Clive, wreathed in flowers like a maiden in a casket. He gets down onto his hands and knees, still without anything to say. He lays on his back there, next to Clive’s slumbering body and joins him, hands folded over his midsection.]
[He isn't sure when, exactly, he fell asleep or how long he had been out, but a gentle breeze rustling some grass against his cheek pulls him gently from his slumber. He knew that his hip would smart from where it had been pressed into the hard ground. He thinks about going back to his bed, that maybe it is time to call it, and opens his eyes.
There he was. Bathed in the still gentle moonlight, pale blue flowers framing his form looking almost as if they are glowing with the light of the satellite above. Clive doesn't dare move, wondering if he is still asleep. The gentle perfume of the flowers mixes with the telltale scent of alcohol and there, underlying everything as always, the slight sting of ozone, an earthy tone of petrichor.]
Cid?
[Clive's voice is barely above a whisper. If the man isn't awake, he doesn't want to rouse him.]
[Cid is drunk, and he is out. He hasn’t been asleep that long, so the booze still keeps him firmly asleep. This was sort of a rare sight. Cid was often the last to fall asleep and the first to wake up, after all.]
[Clive turns to face the man and props himself up, resting on his forearm to watch Cid sleep. It was a rare sight to see the man this vulnerable and Clive decides to enjoy the moment. He reaches over to tilt some flowers away from Cid's face before they can start tickling. He lets out a quiet sigh, wondering if the moonlight made everyone look beautiful or if he was just biased.
Doesn't matter.
Clive sits up enough to pull his cloak off and drape it over the older man. If his smell was anything to go by, the guy drank half of a liquor cabinet by himself and while he might feel warm, he didn't want to risk it.
Softly and with a slight edge of affection, he whispers.]
You're a pain in the ass, you know that?
[Clive settles back down on his side, using his arm as a pillow. And for a little bit, he'll let himself feel the warmth of knowing that the other man came. Where they were going, he didn't know. What he did know was that, regardless of the outcome, he wanted to know Cid better. It would be a fight, he knows that, but it was one he was willing to take on.]
...I missed you.
[And with that, he let the moonlight blanket them and the crickets sing their distant song.]
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[And then he walks, stumbling, in the middle of the night, towards the pin on his HUD and the ache in his heart until he comes across him finally. Clive, wreathed in flowers like a maiden in a casket. He gets down onto his hands and knees, still without anything to say. He lays on his back there, next to Clive’s slumbering body and joins him, hands folded over his midsection.]
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There he was. Bathed in the still gentle moonlight, pale blue flowers framing his form looking almost as if they are glowing with the light of the satellite above. Clive doesn't dare move, wondering if he is still asleep. The gentle perfume of the flowers mixes with the telltale scent of alcohol and there, underlying everything as always, the slight sting of ozone, an earthy tone of petrichor.]
Cid?
[Clive's voice is barely above a whisper. If the man isn't awake, he doesn't want to rouse him.]
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Doesn't matter.
Clive sits up enough to pull his cloak off and drape it over the older man. If his smell was anything to go by, the guy drank half of a liquor cabinet by himself and while he might feel warm, he didn't want to risk it.
Softly and with a slight edge of affection, he whispers.]
You're a pain in the ass, you know that?
[Clive settles back down on his side, using his arm as a pillow. And for a little bit, he'll let himself feel the warmth of knowing that the other man came. Where they were going, he didn't know. What he did know was that, regardless of the outcome, he wanted to know Cid better. It would be a fight, he knows that, but it was one he was willing to take on.]
...I missed you.
[And with that, he let the moonlight blanket them and the crickets sing their distant song.]