Listen, listen... Vincent and cloud sharing a bed.... To ward off nightmares..... Cuddling...... Completely relaxed with each other................ I love u btw
It felt awfully surreal; waking up after a nightmare to a warm hold.
The biting coldness of Nibelheim, the loneliness of it all, was all what Vincent could remember feeling in slumber, invasively etched into his thoughts and memories.
But things had changed, didn’t they?
The steady rise and fall of Cloud’s chest, the almost overwhelming heat of his Mako-enhanced body, the tight embrace he offered, as if seeking to bring him out of the haze the bleak paths his mind ventured into brought, a reassurance – you’re here with me, you’re not alone… they were all new changes in his life, borders he allowed someone to cross past them.
Cloud never asked, never said a word. He just held him like this, slid off his bandana to gently tug and smooth his hair away from his damp face, and it was this silent comfort that had Vincent relaxing, breathe in his relief, whisper a thanks against the side of Cloud’s neck.
It felt awfully surreal; waking up after a nightmare to the call of his name.
Cloud’s nightmares left him blank, staring off to a random direction – aimless, hollow. It took so long to gather all the pieces, remember who he was.
But then he started sleeping with Vincent, and things had changed. The ceiling wasn’t the first thing his eyes opened to. They opened to Vincent peering down at him, calling his name with purpose, over and over again until Cloud remembered, breathed out, “Vincent…?” like he survived drowning, grateful and relieved.
It wasn’t so slow anymore, the process of reconstructing, not with this reminder, not with the pleasant, comforting heat of another’s body against his own, not with Vincent’s voice.