The unbearable cold made him shiver uncontrollably. His coat isn’t enough to withstand it and he could feel himself stumbling in this marathon. Luckily, she’s here to assist him in case he falls into the snow accidentally. He can only pray there’s a fireplace at this cabin.

Hot cocoa would be delightful, along with thick-layered blankets to accompany them in these times.

“Is that it, over there?” He points ahead in front of them. “I feel like my fingers are going to fall off any minute now.” No, they’re not. “I’m freezing so much. Let’s get out of here. Ack, fuck.” The wind currents aimed at his direction face-first, feeling the snow impact his head.

metalheaduo​:

“Wherever we go, it’ll be place away from people at least.” He nuzzled up against her neck with a sigh. “I don’t have anything in mind. You went on tour for a while. I’ll let you choose; it makes more sense, doesn’t it?” His hands twirled her locks of hair, basking in her embrace.

“You’re begging me to sweep you under a cherry blossom tree. Whenever we find one out there. There will be many pictures of us. All the landscapes, sceneries. It’ll be a very fun time.”

metalheaduo​:

He slid his hands down to hold her waist. “That’s turning into a daily routine. Me massaging those muscles. I forgot how stiff they were, first massaging them. Not so stiff anymore~”

A brief moment of silence, closing his eyes to enjoy the peace between them. “The only person I’ll ever tell is your father.” He smiled up at her innocently.

Not the smartest joke he made thus far...

“How many hearts have I stolen from you?” He slithered his arm around her waist to get a better grip in this dance. “There’s always more to steal from, cause right now, I’m about to steal a heart.” He gave her lips a smooch before embracing her against his body.

“Don’t crush me. Who knows, might turn into mashed potatoes. But maybe that’s ideal.”

metalheaduo​:

“The extra care is what makes a huge difference.” He boops her nose with his index finger. “You look like a disgruntled racoon who’s trying to fight off the sickness so badly.” He chuckled at the thought. “But you’re just going to get make it worse so rest for now on.”

No matter how cheesy he gets, he’s expecting to get some lickings whenever he overdoes it. However, she doesn’t seem to mind it, which is relieving in a way.

“Here’s a compromise. If I make too much cheesy lines, you can always pay me back as revenge whenever i get sick.”

“Let’s have a great night and see where The Room takes us.” He sits on the edge of the bed beside her, glancing down at her with a contented smile on his expression. “So, to remind you. I purchased a container of spring water. Way better than standard water bottles so it’ll help with your fever a lot more now.” He left a bottle of Fiji water beside the bed lamp.

What else is he missing in terms of making her comfortable? He can’t think one thing in mind other than providing water and food.

A palm against her forehead, testing her temperature for a few seconds. “And dinner will be done in no time. Want me to fluff up your pillow? Or do you need more blankets, sweetie?”

Luscious longs that got a rise out of him after he wrapped her other leg around his waist. Her teasing didn’t seem to help, but it was always effective to be hypnotized by her and nothing else. “I just thought you just needed some warmth from the ongoing breeze today.” He admitted mutteringly, licking his lower lip before carrying her away from the wall.

He almost lost control in his seething lust. Instead, he brings her to the couch before wrapping a thick layer of blanket around her on his lap. He then points to the living room table in front of them.

“Dinner plate with pasta and baked asparagus. Cooked it for you.” He squeezed her inner thigh before leaning in to smooch her cheek affectionately. “Be careful there, you almost made me want to take you against the wall. Would be terrible if the picture frames fell all around us. And that’s my shirt, right? And it’s my favorite. Guess you truly beat me to it, huh?”

The click of his tongue as he gives her a fork before raising her plateful of dinner near her. 

“I’m feeling generous today.”

finalhxaven​:

“I try not to think about the past.” Eyes casted down, finally controlling himself from exhausting his energy. “It’s better to not think about anything, not even the future. What I don’t like, is things left unsaid. Maybe that’s what’s bothering me the most with people treating families or friends with too much kindness, but maybe it is different here and I can’t see it yet.”

He removes her hand from his forehead, keeping it in between his hands. “If this keeps up for way too long, what are you going to do with him, Tifa? The longer it goes, we know he can’t fight his battles. If he can’t do it himself.”

He remained silent for the meantime, regretting the things he said to her friend, but it was already too late. They’ll have to play the waiting game until he comes back again.

How complicated a person is. It’s almost infuriating.

royaletiquette​:

“Why are you all attacking me?!” Manny screamed at the pigeon family, pecking his noggin no matter how much he’s running away from them “I just want to give you a piece of whole grain bread! Whole grain bread! You disgraceful heathens!”

Who is that? Oh, it’s that nuisance again. 

He’ll pretend he doesn’t know that person for now.

“Even if I mess up, it’ll definitely won’t be a careless blunder on my part. The entirety of the garden seems a lot more extra work, but I’ll still be grateful to polish it up whenever you people decide to hire one of us. But for now, I’ll be on my way, enjoy the afternoon!” He waved her before leaving the property.

royaletiquette​:

“Nothing’s wrong with it. My job is to treat a family’s yard nearby from here, and I took noticed of your people’s garden, so I thought why not give one of you our business card?” A friendly smile coursing through his features, glad to offer professional assistance if necessary.

“Huh, your friend there is being harassed by birds. That’s hilarious.”

Over in the distance, Manny is too busy swiping away the pigeons overhead. They seem to be pecking at his head with great ferocity. Whatever he did, he’s paying for the consequences.

Headcanon is that in the Final Fantasy verse. 

He’ll be a healer, but one of his passive abilities is that with enough damage inflicted onto him. He goes into ferocity/angry/rage mode which works well to be a great fighter in endgame battles.

finalhxaven​:

“We’ve all been through hardships, TIfa. The meteor that instilled such panic all through out, the downfall of Shinra. It has grown more strenuous for the poor children around and it’s really discouraging, when you can’t help someone.” He wrapped the sheet around his hand, another pained hiss from tying it up to cover the wound from seeping out some more. “If reassurance can’t help him, then i can’t help him. The only person who can help him is himself. I can’t do anything, at all.”

A part of him wishes he never came back, but at the same time, that will only hurt her some more. One day he’ll come back, and it won’t be surprising if he did someday. No one can win their battles alone without families and friends after all.

“He should care what his actions will affect others.” He retorted in a disappointed tone of voice. “And leaving again, because he made me angry is nothing but child’s play.” He shook his head dismissingly, going back to clean the table to pick up the remaining glass shards to throw into the empty trash can.

“Understand that it’s about his own fragility that’s backing him in a corner. He won’t accept any truths that’s breaking his fragile armor. I don’t wish for your friend to be stuck like that forever, Tifa. But if he persists like this without listening to anybody questioning him, I’m not going to make it worse and beat around the bush, doing nothing.” He sighed exhaustedly, exerting himself from speaking his genuine thoughts on the matter.

“You once challenged my thoughts before, remember? My bleakness and distain. If you beat around the bush all that time, I would still be that obnoxious sad idiot, spouting how terrible the place we’re currently living in. If we did that to your friend, would that change anything for the better? Just the tiniest bit might help, maybe. Just enough to smack him on the head, to wake him up.” 

He coughed into his other uninjured hand aggressively, over-exerting himself to near physical fatigue.

"It’s just tiresome...”