#❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 : Now take off your halo & look to the sky.

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𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑, 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋, 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓-𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒. He's careful, treating the other man like he was made of glass, something fragile, precious. He was, Squall argues internally, voice a whisper as he keeps his gaze cast down, flitting along Zack's frame where he remains perched, both keenly hyper aware of the space between & the parts where they make contact. The fabric of his pants is both welcome & frustrating, but they haven't had a chance to truly breathe in peace for a while.

Time moved too fast, missions grew in difficulty, something sinister seemingly brewing away beneath the stretching seams of Shinra in a way that made the Turk flinch, twitch, anxiously grow in his own restless unease as he felt something rising just along the horizon. Something he couldn't quite name, something he knows, pessimistically so, he'd likely have very little power in stopping.

That frustrating feeling of futility, it clings to his bones like tar, tainting everything until he feels so weighed down by his uncertain grief, it's noticeable to those that weren't as close to him as the man below him was.

Fingers curl, splaying softly to cup at the back of Fair's neck, thumb tracing along the side of his throat where he can feel Zack's steady pulse beat away beneath his skin. Strong, living, constant, reassuring that the fool of a man was really here over bleeding out somewhere because his golden heart demanding he take the brunt of a beating. He was so well-meaning, so genuine in his offered care - it'd always stun Squall speechless, always leave him trailing after his heels with worry as he tries to help keep things from escalating.

As he goes to slip his eyes shut tiredly, simply soaking in the moment & all it's shared quiet closeness, hands keep him steady, one moving, lifting, the brush of warm & living hands shifting to cradle at the side of his face. When Zack speaks, Squall reopens his eyes, peering down at the SOLDIER with glacial calm sights, melting along their frigid edges in earned softness, the barest lean into his hand as he scoffs out a light puff of air in a slight laugh. Maybe he was worried the other could do better. Hell he should. He deserved that much, but he reminded himself how little control the other already seemed to have in his life as is, how others often pushed their views on him.

It's calm enough to silence his woes, even if they weren't what sparked his silent pensiveness, the air of mourning that seemed to drape itself along him like a funeral veil. Shedding it for the moment, his eyes garner an old sharpness back to them, burning like frostbite in their wolfish depths as they lock back on bright inhuman sights of mako tinged skies. His tongue peeks between parted lips, wetting daintily along their curved edge before his brows furrow in determination. Leaning in, using his hold on the man's neck to guide him forwards, Squall grants a kiss, languid & lingering, mouthing what he didn't have the courage to say out loud in loving gestures. All expressed in loud caresses that end in him resting his forehead against the dark-haired swordsman's.

Breathless, he takes a moment to soothe his beating heart, gaze searching Zack's own before they thin to match to crescent of his smile.

❝ You got me attached. Made it so I'm going to struggle to find someone else after you. ❞ Maybe harsh, maybe out of place. Realistic as he'd argue. Couples weren't often known to last long. In their line of work, with how different they were . . . he isn't sure if the delicate form of their bond would survive whatever came next. That looming storm on the horizon prickled at his spine, momentarily smoothed away when Zack runs a hand up the curve of his back, dipping beneath the rim of his shirt to explore the now bared skin beneath.

His free hand lifts, curling under Fair's chin, a tender stroke of a finger given as something fond quivers in his tone.

❝ Ever the hero. You somehow won me over. ❞

*𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ➤ @myristicisms [ ; ] “ I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do. ” ;; From Zack

#╰┈➤ IN CHARACTER. #╰┈➤ CLASSIFIED DOCUMENTS. / NOT SO SAFE DESIRES. #MYRISTICISMS #➤ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈. ◆ FINAL FANTASY 7 ( TURK ) VERSE #❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 ( … ) Now take off your halo & look to the sky. #( … ) // there’s nothing spicy in this yet just suggestive but mf went nah I’m gonna b intense and sad and get thinky this reply #IM GONNA GO ROLL AWAY AND HIDE NOW OOP

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HE'D ALWAYS MADE IT WELL KNOWN TO THE MAN HIMSELF THAT HE WAS SOMEONE WHO WAS HARD TO READ. Practically a walking surprise, the gun-blader could hardly say whatever he'd come to expect from him was ever accurate or played out how he'd thought it should've. Usually, he had a heavy handle on that particular skill of his, honing it as sharp as he'd managed to be able to get an perfect read on someone long before he'd approached so he could anticipate what action to take next.

In his line of work, being able to make such a call well in advance held the difference between life & death, & yet . . . here the frustrating bastard was yet again proving that for all his self-perceived skill in this field, for all the things he'd seen or claimed he had — he still couldn't anticipate just who Zack Fair was, what it was he'd wanted, or whether his intentions were completely pure with no malicious motives.

Every bone in his body wants to trust him, but given his past, all he'd seen . . . it's a hard task to accomplish. In his opinion, there was no such thing as a good man — but Fair came scarily close. But it'd never upset the other. No, instead, the optimistic, forever sunny First would always reassure him that whatever answer Squall's given when he did ask him anything, it was fine in the end. While many SOLDIER's were hardheaded, stubborn, bearing their own sort of inflated pride at even making it within these ranks, Zack carried himself differently in a way that couldn't help but lure his attention.

He was genuine. Honest in his empathy, while ensuring his attitude was one that never harmed, always did his best to uplift those in his presence & under his care.

That sort of gentle tenderness was rarely seen by the Turk, enough that once he’s face to face with it for as long as he had been, getting to know the other man bit by bit, it stuns him frozen solid when the other reaches over to brush a bit of his dangling bangs from his eyes, slow as gloved fingers tuck the odd strands behind an ear more securely — he isn’t sure just how to react, what he’s supposed to do. He moves like he’s going to startle him, & maybe it’s wise he is, because Squall’s heartbeat is pacing so loud it’s hard to think logically, breath curiously catching in his throat as he glances up to watch the strange man with wide, questioning eyes.

His pen ceases its glide along the pages it scrawls atop, grip tightening in some budding anticipation, some fear, wielding it like a weapon if only for comforts sake. When Fair moves his hand to hover, a canopy ready to cradle the curved edge of his jaw in the open side of his palm, Squall exhales through his nose with a slow swallow.

❝ . . . Can I? ❞

The bastard doesn’t even need to ask.

*Send “...Can I?” for my muses reaction to yours asking to kiss them. ➤ @myristicisms [ ; ] “ Can I…? ”

#╰┈➤ IN CHARACTER. #MYRISTICISMS #❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 : Now take off your halo & look to the sky. #Let the silence ease the wildness. Your embrace clears the storm in my head. [ ; ] SQUALL / ZACK ➤〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 #➤ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈. ◆ FINAL FANTASY 7 ( TURK ) VERSE

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;; ‘ floral reminders ’ for Zack

He was always so careful in making sure his hobby stayed a secret. While nothing embarrassing, at least compared to most peoples idea of one, he still preferred to keep it tightly hidden & locked away from prying eyes. It was, in the end, something meant to be private. Something just for himself, as rare a thing as that was.

But of course he'd underestimated Shinra's Puppy. The man's nickname is huffed internally like a curse, though it's more tired over truly angry as he catches the way those eyes linger on the leather casing of his book. They flit across it's surface, the poor thing making a loud smack as Squall moves to slam it shut, instantly hiding it back along the inner pocket of his suit. A frown is already fresh on his features, irritated, embarrassed - if the furrow notching his brows & the way his jaw sets is anything to go by. The only thing that lacks is the normal sharpness of his glare, tempered out by the way his ears burn a bright scarlet as he silently grouses.

He clears his throat, fixing Zack with a pointed look that all but says 'you saw nothing' like it's a set statement over a suggestion. He expects him to make fun of him, of his hobby, chalk it all up to him drawing & slacking off on the job as a means to get a one up on him for all the times he'd been so harsh with him.

But he shouldn't have expected that when time & time again since he'd met the man, Zack had been nothing short of a living, breathing surprise. He wouldn't get too ahead of things, still treat the bubbly First with the same healthy level of distant caution as he did others, but he did keep in mind that even when he was being . . . harsh. Rude - the man had never lashed back out, had always remained peaceful, friendly. Ever genuine despite whatever ice was thrown his way.

Its that thought combined with the way the other stays silent, hands held up in a placating gesture that speaks volumes to the brunet over whatever else he could have spoken in that moment. Zack's eyes are wide, brows drawn skywards as that interest spotted from before seemingly lingers in place. Squall studies him for a few more stray beats, eyes thinning to a glacial glare, before they melt, a scoffed sound given before he shakes his head.

Darkened bangs sway before his shielded gaze as he retrieves his book with gloved fingers, lips pressing together as he hesitantly flicks it open to the page he'd been working on cataloguing before the other'd startled him.

It's an unfinished flower sketch, eyes glancing over the rim of his booklet to the flowers themselves up ahead, before flitting back over to Fair with a lightly arched brow & a jerk of his chin to signal him in closer. He sighs, but it's nothing new. It takes a bit of mental prep, an internal push, but he weathers through it to hold his book over for the other man to see. With a hum, voice quiet, he continues his idle sketching, curving out the rounded 'mouse-ear' shape of the scattered plants leaves.

"Myosotis." The Turk starts, glancing back over with diamond sights to check if the other was listening. Sure enough . . . he was. ( ' Huh . . . ' ) Continuing on, he lets his pencil glide, finishing up the drawing as he lists off a few facts on the plant itself with the barest twitching curl of his lips.

"Or 'forget-me-not's'. These are usually pretty hard to find around the closer you are to Midgar, cities especially . . . so . . . I wanted to sketch out what I could while we were here in the area. Don't know your level of knowledge on stuff like this, but . . . these here? They're a very sweet flower. Packed with hidden sentimental meaning."

He's vaguely aware that this is possibly the most he's spoken to Zack since they'd met, at least all in one go, but once the floodgate's have been opened, it's hard to turn it off, the flickers of genuine fondness slipping free as he explains himself & his reasoning for drawing them out to the dark-haired SOLDIER.

"They can be a symbol of true undying love, respect. Of fidelity & faithfulness on top of strength. If you give them to someone, it means you truly love them, or a symbol of remembrance during partings that they're always kept in your thoughts." With a snort, a duck of his head as he finishes off the sketch, he pockets the items, moving to shift from where he stands, turning to better face the other. Rare, but a bit of cheekiness bleeds through, a show of silent thanks for taking his cherished interest seriously enough to not poke fun, to pay attention when he prattled off his odd facts on the small blue flowers.

"I know there's some different folk-lore tales on them, but . . . have to brush up on those more. Feels like a flower that you'd honestly be fond of. "

Maybe it didn't quite fit him . . . but it was close enough. Especially with their close knit tie to the theme of devotion, the sentimental value behind it mirroring Zack's own honest heart to an extent. Crossing his arms over his chest, he hums.

"I could be wrong though . . ."

Flowers for One Another [ ; ] Send in “Floral Reminders” to hear what kind of flower my muse associates with yours.                       ➤ @myristicisms

#╰┈➤ IN CHARACTER. #MYRISTICISMS #❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 : Now take off your halo & look to the sky. #➤ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈. ◆ FINAL FANTASY 7 ( TURK ) VERSE #( … ) // never letting this bastard go off about flowers again god damn it—

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DYNAMIC TAG DUMP.

#TAG DUMP #❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 : Now take off your halo & look to the sky. #❏ 〔 VISIONARYANARCHIST 〕 : Tear down hollows & take back eternity. Puppets learn to pull strings & cut down the user's lead. #❏ 〔 BURNTCHILD 〕 : Memories penned in blood & drawn with fire. Ash & bone turned to sand. #❏ 〔 DEFIANTEXSOLDIERS 〕 : Got a long way to go & a long memory. Been searching for an answer always just so out of reach. #❏ 〔 RCSETORN 〕 : Half alive & haunted. “What’s left of me - a cavity - at least this space is mine.” #❏ 〔 BLITZHEART 〕 : & it's them that you’ve come for. Two hands guarding your heart. You’ve never come this far.

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HIS FOOTSTEPS ARE QUIET, MEASURED SO THEY NEVER BREAK IN THEIR CONSISTENTLY PACED STRIDE. Nothing short of determined as they carry him step by step closer to his intended destination. His face is kept carefully blank, gaze hardened like shielded glass as they take in the scenery around him as he moves, not an internal thought visible behind the vacant expression he wears despite the curiosity that drives him to react. His mind meanwhile is a contradiction to what’s seen on the surface. Whirring about, storming in loud thundering thoughts, all flying about with the worst possible case scenario rising like crashing tides against all logic.

Despite what people see from him, the truth of the matter is he’s terrified. Scared — uncertain of what state he’ll find the other man in the closer he gets to where he’s being observed. Each patient he sees on his way there tug him between reassurance & further anxiety as he grits his teeth together in a quiet clatter, the way his jaw will soon strain as he swallows thickly. Wolf-grey sights raise, darting between each room he can spot further ahead down the sprawling hall, before lingering on the one he knows Fair’s in.

A slow exhale is given, a tired sound to some — though to him, simply an attempt to keep himself as collected as he can manage as his mask begins to fragment.

It’s not anticipation, not the usual excited kind, more dread tinged as a chill continues to bleed from the Turk. But he pushes on. He needs to make sure he’s at least still breathing. Given he knows just how reckless he can be . . . Swallowing down the lump threatening to form once more, he’s ghost-like in his silence as he rounds the corner, freezing quick though when he meets bright eyes from across the medical room. He blinks a few times, standing that bit straighter as he readjusts his hold on the large bundle in his arms in a subtle enough show of anxiousness. Clearing his throat when he makes his way in shorter, slow strides to the other man where he sits on the cot.

Sights tear away, unable to meet Zack’s eyes again as he scoffs out a curse, though relief is present even if it does stubbornly bleed through in a barely noticeable way. Holding the flowers, the paper crinkles beneath his touch, a sheepish sort of fear creeping across his shoulders as he contemplates turning tail & leaving instead. He knew he was okay now, no need to make more of an ass of himself.

But when the other seemingly lights up enough at the sight of him, he knows he’s stuck, not going anywhere now — the crumbling of his image be damned.

❝ I . . . Heard your mission went poorly. ❞ Word travelled fast. While it was completed, people were saying how it was a miracle the First had even managed to survive the chaos. Maybe he took . . . Useless gossip as fact, panicking when he should’ve known by now that Zack was too tough, too stubborn of a bastard to go down so easy.

*send me a 🌼 & my muse will do something nice for yours ! ➤ @myristicisms [ ; ] 🌼

#╰┈➤ IN CHARACTER. #MYRISTICISMS #❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 ( … ) Now take off your halo & look to the sky.

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I was rambling about FFVIII replaythrough   &   remembered a bit.  IDK I FEEL COMPELLED TO SHARE THIS   &   NEED IT ON BLOG CAUSE HES STILL IN SHAMBLES OVER THE MAP INCIDENT.

#╰┈➤ *chocobo theme in the distance* / CRACK. #╰┈➤ OOC RAMBLES. ( … ) SOL SCREECHES. #❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 ( … ) Now take off your halo & look to the sky.

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➤ @myristicisms [ ; ] ZACK FAIR.

( … ) “ So insignificant, sleeping dormant, deep inside of me . ” ↳ so sleep in your only memory of me . . .

#╰┈➤ EDITS. #MYRISTICISMS #❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 : Now take off your halo & look to the sky. #( … ) // QUICK GEEFT #( … ) // I’m playing with things and wanted to make you nice lil thingy ;-;

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He was normally so good at keeping himself alert on the battlefield, at being aware of every incoming attack, enough to counter & keep ahead of the fight in a way he could hold control. But that was on solo missions. Ones he was most used to - working alone over working as part of a team, with others to worry about, to keep safe.

Though the difference is he'd willingly chosen to be here, to look over the reckless man with the intention of helping if he was needed.

Granted, as much as he knows Zack can take care of himself, how he's survived his fair share of battles that had the very high potential to go south if he so much as breathed wrong- truth of it was that Zack didn't need him worrying over him. He was skilled above all else, & he knew damn well there was a reason he’d made it to First. This was a mission - he needed to stay professional & focus on the goal above all else over those involved unless his contract or orders stated otherwise.

It was a mantra he'd go over time & time again on his own in the past - but something's changed, beginning to twist & bend before it bore the strain that came from an incoming snap - a sign he was pushing against the tensed boundaries of his own comfort & breaching into new territory as he catches his mind mid wander, just in time to dodge the attack viciously slashed his way. He avoids it narrowly, eyes quick to find the inhuman foe in question as he tightens sweaty gloved fingers around the hilt & trigger of Revolver.

He goes to put more space between him & his target, eyes tracking just where the other swordsman is with some flitting concern, feeling that fist clenched tight in his chest ease marginally as he notes the other seems fine. Handling himself well enough, he's just as loud, just as boisterous as ever even with his usual brand of steadfast grace. He moves with a familiarity that reassures, like he knows just what he's doing even in the vast array of chaos that winds around them like a storm. When he'd tagged along, he hadn't expected things to be so . . . tense. So unsteady.

But he manages to stand his ground just as well despite the shaky start he has - diamond eyes thinned to dangerous dagger sharp crescents as they toss their sights across the battlefield, flickering between targets as he takes aim & dispatches of the ones he's able to. He tries to help while also looking after himself - but helping someone else eventually bites him in the ass. He's not used to juggling his attention, to looking after another - but the urge continues to stain his actions.

Ironic how he'd come to be the reckless one after all the lectures he’s given Fair. It's little more then a slash, a scrape really or a too close brush by from the edge of the creatures claws. But the moment they rend their way through the tender skin by his lips, missing him by a lucky deal as he moves to leap away, blood flies, drawn free from the incision, looking much worse then it really was as he hisses loudly. Moving to wipe the steady flow of scarlet puddling at his chin, all the Turk can taste is the metallic tang of blood.

Just the push he needed to keep his eyes forward, a growl ripping free as he goes to return the favour.

Minutes pass, nothing too long, but somehow it feels like it's been hours. Narrowly avoiding the urge to wipe at the still fresh injury, Squall grumbles under his breath, lowly cursing out the long dead thing that'd gifted it, all before he prepares to heal up. The next issue that arises . . . Is he’s far too tired to muster up much at the moment, hair a wild whirlwind mess as he blows a few strands from his eyes, face dirtied up in dry & wet blood from the cut - but at least his suits still intact, less of a mess save for the bit of blood blotching along his collar.

Before he can do much else then raise his hand, the intention of trying regardless of his fatigue, he wills the slight sway from his frame with a stubborn curse, familiar bright eyes bounding into view to interrupt him. He stiffens, startled as a worried Zack makes his presence well known with the sound he makes, hands hovering in a cautious way as he eyes the gun-blader with skyward tilted brows.

Squall explains what'd happened, but it does little to ease the SOLDIERS expression back to anything vaguely relaxed. At the request to patch him up quick, Squall takes a moment to contemplate his answer, but ultimately, relents after a guilt-ridden look is tossed his way. Caved too quickly . . . He huffs, averting his stare as he waits. Zack is quick, hand lingering over the cut as he goes to cast what magic he can - the sensation isn't one Squall particularly enjoys, having had his fair share of quick battlefield fix ups, hating the way skin knit back together again under the cure magics aid . . . it's nothing short of unpleasant. Uncomfortable.

But it's over in a before he knows it. Thankfully. But as he goes to take a step back, he stumbles, prompting the other to follow with a surprised shout. Zack tries his best to keep him standing, but his head feels . . . foggy & tired, nothing short of exhausted as he feels hands along his upper biceps, trying to keep him in place, before one leaves to instead focus on brushing his bangs from his eyes. A particular brush skims the edge of his face scar, prompting a confused sound when a curious thumb follows the end of the old wound splitting just between his brows. A look is held, a cautious request for permission given with wide but honest eyes.

Squall can only blearily shake his head with a slight laugh before he gives a lazy shrug.

"Little late to ask, but go for it. It doesn't . . . hurt anymore anyways."

Send “trace” to purposely touch one of my muse’s scars ➤ @myristicisms [ ; ] “ trace ”

#╰┈➤ IN CHARACTER. #MYRISTICISMS #❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 : Now take off your halo & look to the sky. #➤ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈. ◆ FINAL FANTASY 7 ( TURK ) VERSE #( ... ) // yes I rewrote this cause was aiming for nice wholesome not crazy angsty and I feel like if I #( ... ) // Hurt Squall more Zack would've done his beserker thing and NOP WANTED NICE INSTEAD

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I HAD TO SHARE IT ONLY BECAUSE SO FAR THAT SUMS UP THEIR DYNAMIC. 😭

#╰┈➤ *chocobo theme in the distance* / CRACK. #╰┈➤ IN CHARACTER. #❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 : Now take off your halo & look to the sky. #➤ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈. ◆ FINAL FANTASY 7 ( TURK ) VERSE

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Squall      Aerith

          🤝

Partners having wings / feather aesthetic

Wakes up immediately slaps poor Ganna with half-assed idea—-  NAH SEE CAUSE SINCE WE STARTED RAMBLING ABOUT THESE TWO DUMBASSES WE NOTICED THERES A SCARY LOT OF PARALLELS AND I STILL SCREAM BUT NOTICED THIS ONE WHILE WAITING FOR MY COFFEE 😭😭😭

#╰┈➤ SCANNED FILES. / CHARACTER ANALYSIS. #❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 : Now take off your halo & look to the sky. #SCREAMS

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➤ DYNAMIC HEADCANONS [ ; ] ZACK FAIR @/MYRISTICISMS. *VERSE [ ; ] Final Fantasy VII .

Zack taking the time to show genuine interest & support to Squall when he hesitantly showed him his love of flowers meant a lot more to him then he’d ever let on, at least for the time being. Gradually, over time, as much as he tried to keep a distance, Zack melted his walls enough to make him fond of the sunny man. While he’d never been open about his hobby of drawing & learning about flowers to anyone before, there’s a bit of a joy that’s stirring at having the chance to do so now. He isn’t offput by the man’s optimistic excitement, & from then on, anytime he gushes about his own love of seals, the Turk takes extra care to listen & even keep an eye out to learn some of his own facts to surprise the SOLDIER with.

#╰┈➤ IN CHARACTER. #╰┈➤ SCANNED FILES. / CHARACTER ANALYSIS. #╰┈➤ HEADCANONS. #❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 : Now take off your halo & look to the sky. #➤ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈. ◆ FINAL FANTASY 7 ( TURK ) VERSE

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“Calendulas . . .”  He starts with a small quirk of his lips after a moment.  “Or marigolds,  in some flower languages can mean joy,  remembrance.  Hell,  even grief   &   sorrow despite its sunny,  otherwise happy blossom.”

Pausing,  he taps his pen along the page,  where the scrawled flower with all its petals is most detailed.  Sharp wolf grays flit over to meet with the others own,  though instead of bearing their usual warning edge,  there’s a warmth there,  amusement glittering in pale depths as he snorts softly.  “  ‘ I’m thinking of you ’  is another thing it can mean if you gift it to someone.  Can also mean  ‘ disarming grace ’  .  Pretty interesting,  huh?  How some flowers have so many meanings aside from just looking pretty on the surface?  &   that’s not counting their properties in things like medicine or magic either,  or what they do for their environments.”

                    ➤ @myristicisms [ ; ] UNPROMPTED THING.

#╰┈➤ IN CHARACTER. #MYRISTICISMS #❏ 〔 MYRISTICISMS 〕 : Now take off your halo & look to the sky. #➤ 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈. ◆ FINAL FANTASY 7 ( TURK ) VERSE #╰┈➤ MUN ART.