It was actually funny, because Cloud was comforted by the fact that Zack had missed the issue so wholly and completely.  It meant he was doing something right, at very least.

But it was also a little disappointing that Zack didn’t consider them close, because in all honesty, Zack was probably the closest friend Cloud had in Midgar.  It wasn’t that everyone hated him, but he kept to himself quite a bit, and most of the other guys ignored him.  He had a few guys he sort of hung out with sometimes.  Nobody really went out of their way to befriend him, like Zack did.  And he didn’t blame them – if no one wanted to be his friend, that was his own fault for not being interesting enough.

Then again, it shouldn’t be surprising.  Zack Fair was everybody’s friend.  So naturally, he would be one of the few that had managed to befriend Cloud.  He was right, though.  They weren’t really that close.

If only I was in SOLDIER…

Then he’d be worth knowing.

Then this stupid injury wouldn’t be bothering him so much.

He sat in the doorway of the truck without climbing in just yet, not quite what Zack was indicating he knew, but he’d rather climb in without being scrutinized.  All this attention on him was disconcerting and a little humiliating, and he had a very bad feeling that he wasn’t going to get out of this without some sort of explanation.

“What if…what if it isn’t a good reason but needs to be kept a secret anyway?” Cloud finally asked, arms still folded over his stomach and his gaze flicking somewhere on the rocky ground by his feet so that he didn’t have to look at Zack.

     Zack played with Cloud’s words in his head, his brow twisting quizzically as he tried to decipher what he could possibly mean. The kid was cryptic, for sure, but the seriousness in his voice had the SOLDIER worried. “Listen... I’m not as sharp as you, Cloud. But I bet that if you’re keeping something a secret, you have got a good reason.” 

     Seeing the wounded expression on Cloud’s face made him regret commenting on their relationship. It was never his intention to distance him. Certainly, he’d love to be closer to Cloud, but Zack could only be as close as Cloud would allow him. Maybe, in that case, he only needed a little convincing. “Secrets are hard to keep... and sometimes it feels better to tell someone, right?” He commented, leaning over to try to catch a glimpse of the eyes that Cloud hid from him.       “You don’t have to tell me shit, but if you ever want to, just know something,” His voice reached a comforting tone as he hovered over, praying he was doing something that might encourage Cloud’s trust, “When you tell me something as a friend, I’ll take that secret to my grave, understand?”

     He couldn’t be sure that Cloud would tell him in the end, but he felt better knowing the offer was extended. Truthfully, he cared for Cloud, and whatever was bothering him had to be hurting more than a broken rib. Maybe there was nothing he could do to fix it, but he would always, always be willing to try. 

     Reaching gently toward him, Zack offered his hand to Cloud, hoping he could at least be encouraged to get in the car. “C’mon, we’ve got the whole ride back to hash this out, so why don’t you sit down?”

SHE’S AWARE THAT THERE IS SOMETHING GOING ON, the nature of his actions and the fact that he’d avert his gaze from her made it quite obvious. moments passed of her listening to him speak, he’d attempt to change the subject and try to look passed the fact that there really was something going on.. and honestly? he was not doing the best job. all she could manage was a smile in this time.

aerith proceeded to follow after him seconds later and take a seat nearby to him once he made himself comfortable. even if he could not manage eye contact with her, her green eyes never left him. ❛ yeah, i feel better to when i look at the flowers sometimes.. the flowers are doing fine. ❜ such a sweet voice it was, her petite hand finding his own in the process. 

❛ — but what’s really going on? i know you didn’t come here to talk to me about my flowers.. even though you’ve been a big help with them. ❜ he must have seen it coming, she’d spring the question on him eventually. ❛ you know, you aren’t very good at lying.. nice try but.. i didn’t really believe it. ❜ 

aerith is attempting to lighten up the mood now. a soft giggle emits from her lips whilst a head tilt came about. ❛ it’s okay. ❜ escaped the flower girl’s lips with an earnest and oh so accepting tone. 

this may have been one of the first instances where she’d initiate the comfort, he needed it though. zack dealt with enough and she’d be his shoulder to cry on. she’d be his guiding light.

         His eyes wandered along the ageing stone walls of the church, his fingers twisting anxiously as he felt her gaze. Heart thumping, he nodded shakily in response to her words, and moved a hand to lay over hers. Giving a calculated squeeze as not to hurt her knuckles, Zack took a deep breath before speaking.           “It’s... complicated, Aer.” He admitted gently. When he found himself sitting in silence for too long, he laid his forehead on her shoulder. He couldn’t lie to her, that much was clear.  “What do they call it ... uh ... moral dilemma?” Uncomfortable laughter left him, finding difficulty in the seriousness of the conversation. He much preferred to add light to painful situations wherever he could find it. But truth be told, there wasn’t much light left, except for what she provided him with.          "Just... some of the shit they want me to do, it’s more than I signed up for,” He admitted. Voice going quiet and face going blank, Zack’s fingers trembled. Guilt lingered in him for speaking a word of it to her, and he’d hardly scratched the surface of what troubled him. “I’d tell you but... I don’t want to scare you.”          He’d only been close to her for a moment, but instinct pulled him away again. It was something he’d always had a problem with; being close, staying close, to anyone was a challenge. With her? The struggle was tenfold, even as she was trying to coax him. Sure, she’d offered to listen, but she couldn’t know the severity of what she would hear.         Resuming his defensive position, his hand moved to rub his eyes, wrinkled from distress and lack of sleep. “If I say no?... I’m not sure what’s going to happen. I don’t have a lot of options.” Smiling forcefully, Zack peered over at her before he continued, “Running is just about the only one I have... and I’m not sure running is something I know how to do.”

↖Slow as fuck with replies but does it anyway.. eventually..

Flowers from the church

Can you reblog this if you’d RP with someone over 30?

As a 31 yr old rp I worry about rp-Ing on Tumblr too much as some role players are half my age, I do like rp and the ace attorney community on the most part have been very welcoming, you gotta understand my generation didn’t grow up with the internet, I think I was about 19 or 20 when we got it and we shared one pc. We never got to do cool stuff like this growing up so we’re making up for it now. Well that’s my opinion anyway. We’re not creepy or anything we just wanna be creative with people who are passionate about the same subject that we are, age has nothing to do with it.

#I’m not quite sure where the ‘too old to rp’ came from but it needs to go  #you don’t stop doing things that make you happy just because you hit a certain age  #or  #if you do you should reconsider your life choices   #half the movies being produced these days are by fans  #older fans  #who are still involved in their fandoms  #and making shit happen  #so there is no TOO OLD  #it’s only creepy if they’re doing creepy things  #and that isn’t age limited (via @yellow-yondaime)

THE SOLE’S OF HER SHOES clicked against the ground when coming to face the church doors, for the first time in a long time she’d come to just stare at the entrance for a few moments; a moment of reflection was something everyone needed. her eyes averted to her hands for a moment and soon finding the steps of the church in which she so stood open now. 

she needed these little moments to just hang onto a few memories, think of what is worth cherishing. there were many things to cherish — that was something he would say. yes, he was the reason she felt more excited and enthralled by things now a days. 

a few more brief moments would pass before continuing up to the doors and soon pushing them open with the strength she had. the ancient doors were rather rusty; however, you still had to display the supremacy that you could. 

moving into the church, the florist’s eyes instantly fixated on a familiar that she did not expect to see. he was sleeping with the flowers? again? somehow this made her giggle, the very thought of it was actually very funny. he was here and she was happy to see him. 

her boots led her onward across the rusty floorboards that occasionally made noise when being stepped on. she never did want to fix anything about the church though, there was something so beautiful with it being so damaged and torn down. aerith loved it. 

stopping near the flowers, her head cocked to the side and her hands came to rest in front of her, intertwining. ❛ zack? ❜ he’d been waiting for her, that much she could tell.. but why? sometimes his job would keep him a bit longer then usual, yet this time he was early and his eyes were puffy. 

aerith could catch things quite easily, and she was already moving to his side being very careful of her flowers. he must have known now that she was very cautious not to step on them. once she’d be near to him, she’d find a seat to be taken directly in front of him. ❛ hey, ❜ starts the ancient with a sweet yet worrisome tone to her words, ❛ — didn’t think i’d see you this soon.. ❜ 

    Happy to see her as always, but too weighted to greet her properly; he kept his back to her for a few moments after sitting up, turning his head so she could see just a sliver of his forced smile. There was no doubt that she’d figured out something was wrong, but Zack always dreaded making her worry.

    “Hey there,” He said, meaning to sound enthusiastic, but instead his voice sounded as little more than a creak from the rawness in his throat. He hadn’t formulated an explanation to give her, why he’d come here unannounced at the odd hour. There were so many elaborate lies he could have given, in fact he was quite used to making excuses for his behaviour if it meant avoiding questions. Needing to tell the truth to her, or anyone, was a foreign matter. “I know I’m kinda early, hope you don’t mind.” After an uncharacteristic drag of silence, he muttered the closest thing to truth as he was prepared to give freely, “...just having a hard time at work, lately.”     It wasn’t much, and even that was difficult to admit, after spending most of the time he’d known this woman touting praises for SOLDIER and ShinRa as an extension. The topic was uncomfortable now. He averted his eyesfrom any contact they might have made, knowing that his distress was sure to show if he continued speaking. He contemplated for a moment if it wasn't too late for her to assume that he'd simply gotten his ego bruised by a punishment, chop all the worry up to reprimandation, but he simply didn't have the energy to pretend.     “Flowers get bigger every time I see ‘em.” Zack said, his pathetic attempt to change the subject before it’d even been discussed. He moved to take a seat at the edge of the gap in the floor boards, arms crossed over his knees in contemplation as he looked down at the thriving blooms. “Always helps me think looking at them. I bet that sounds pretty dumb.”

Zack and Aerith  This was originally one of my Inktober drawings I decided to redo it digitally :3

Even if I die and go to that other world I have comrades to confide in Believe and grip your sword Don’t hesitate and keep running!