Howling and Hollow (Cloud Catch-All)

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WHO: Cloud Strife and YOU
WHAT: What does your heart desire? (A place for planned threads outside prompts!) Cloud is settling in.
WHERE: Around Town and the outskirts, depending!
WHEN: A week or more after arrival, ongoing.
WARNINGS: Probable mentions of mental health struggles and trauma.

SUMMARY: A catch-all for Mister Final Fantasy! Here he is, trying to...Leave. Inevitably, he will be settling in, whether he likes it or not. What are those weird bumps hidden in that chocobo fluff hair? He fell and hit his head, probably.

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It's because we've done this song-and-dance before. Across worlds. But you don't know that. You can't know that. Genesis thinks, a touch bittersweet in his own head. He doesn't bring it up, either. Cloud is confused by just the feeling of enjoying a kiss with him; there's no way Genesis can drop that sort of information on Cloud, and not expect him to sink with it.

Genesis is much better at acting than Cloud, thankfully, and doesn't drop his mask even a little. At least, not outwardly. The confused longing is met by that same powerful, predatory approval. And while he doesn't sink his fangs in right away, Genesis hooks a claw in him. Mirrored by the way he tugs Cloud by the collar, and brings himself lower and closer.

"Don't think too hard on it, little storm. It felt good, no harm came of it, and I won't even spill your secret if you don't wish." Again, in his own mind, Genesis privately sighs about the fact it's not a secret to plenty of people in their lives. But if the offer makes Cloud feel more secure in his impulses, so be it. "As for familiarity... well, isn't there plenty about your life that is a mystery to you? These sorts of knots tend to unravel themselves in due time."

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The claw hooked into Cloud sinks in true, captivates him more than he already is as he basks in the heat of the kiss with a mixture of anger and longing. The taste of Genesis' lips rings familiar, blazing-hot like fire in a way that almost aches and confuses the merc further. Even the name of little storm sparks something besides indignance.

All it does is draw Cloud towards the red even more, especially with the stifling loneliness he's been forced to face in this world. The predatory glint in Genesis' eyes, the purring of his voice, and the promise of secrets kept combined see Cloud fighting with his own feelings.

It did feel good. It felt good in a way Cloud cannot put to proper words. His body leans in, without him even realizing it. Silently, wordlessly, wanting that spark again. Wanting touch, and wanting Genesis and not fully knowing why outside his ludicrous attraction. This feels like it runs deeper, brings even more aggrivating mysteries up to the fore.

He's so lonely. Hurting. Vulnerable to his own impulses more than ever before.

"You sure as shit aren't surprised. More of that crap where everyone knows my future, I bet," Cloud growls, pressing his body closer still, if only to feel that fire just a little bit longer. He can only hope his true buried emotions don't show in his eyes. Exhaustion. Sadness. Fear. Loneliness.

This is such a terrible idea. Yet the words come out anyway.

"So what if it happened again?"