[ The second that Weiss sends that last text, Cloud's back is pressed against the wall, his arms falling to his sides as he has to take a deep breath after that. He's under the influence of his Sanguis moon. She's a Cordis. He understands what happens. Cloud's done this before. So why was he excited...and nervous? He exhales, pushing himself away from the wall as he enters his apartment.
He already freshened himself up earlier in the day, so all it took was a splash of water on his face and clapping his cheeks a couple times. He's composed. ...on the outside.
Waiting as he slowly paces around his apartment, the thought comes to him that if she hadn't texted him tonight, he really would have locked the door and squared himself away. There's a piece of him that, deep down, was shyly admitting that he's glad she did. Eventually, Cloud drops to the sofa, leaning forward in his seat. There's a lot weighing on his mind right now as he stops resisting (or rather, denying) his current state. An aggressive temper that only escalates when he ignores his body's wants, be it to satisfy the urge to fight or to surrender himself in someone else's heat and scent.
He has to take care not to let himself get too excited, he tells himself. They both knew what they wanted; and in a way, this felt like closure. It's what Cloud reasons in his head anyway when the knock comes at his door, jostling him out of his thoughts. He lifts his head, somewhat spiky yet soft lupine ears perking up when he hears a voice on the other side. ]
(Okay.)
[ Cloud's nose already picks up on the familiar scent, only exemplified by the moon the huntress has been "blessed" by. But more importantly, it's an indistinguishable pheromone, so subtle behind the door that compels him to his feet. When he crosses the distance and opens up for her, she'd be greeted to the sight of the blond swordsman, left in his plain navy vest and dark pants. His armor, sheathes and extra layers are gone, leaving him about as casual as he can get.
Well, besides the fluffy blond wolf ears atop his head and his claws, now dulled as they were reaching the end of this cycle. ]
Hey.
[ This was the first time he's seen her during her Cordis transformation; so the feathers that run along her arms come as a surprise to him. And her hair... He's felt it before, but it looks so soft, the plumage of down and broader feathers driving his curiosity.
Seeing her in front of him now, the image of that sexy picture she'd sent vivid in his mind's eye, it was becoming harder and harder not to give in. But he quells himself, patiently. He promised her. ]
... wanna come in?
[ About as rhetorical as it gets really. Whenever she does step inside, she'd find his apartment was rather simple in its color scheme. The most vibrant thing in this place were the familiar flowers sitting in a little vase on his table. The same few that he'd given her when his bunch was too many. ]
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He already freshened himself up earlier in the day, so all it took was a splash of water on his face and clapping his cheeks a couple times. He's composed. ...on the outside.
Waiting as he slowly paces around his apartment, the thought comes to him that if she hadn't texted him tonight, he really would have locked the door and squared himself away. There's a piece of him that, deep down, was shyly admitting that he's glad she did. Eventually, Cloud drops to the sofa, leaning forward in his seat. There's a lot weighing on his mind right now as he stops resisting (or rather, denying) his current state. An aggressive temper that only escalates when he ignores his body's wants, be it to satisfy the urge to fight or to surrender himself in someone else's heat and scent.
He has to take care not to let himself get too excited, he tells himself. They both knew what they wanted; and in a way, this felt like closure. It's what Cloud reasons in his head anyway when the knock comes at his door, jostling him out of his thoughts. He lifts his head, somewhat spiky yet soft lupine ears perking up when he hears a voice on the other side. ]
(Okay.)
[ Cloud's nose already picks up on the familiar scent, only exemplified by the moon the huntress has been "blessed" by. But more importantly, it's an indistinguishable pheromone, so subtle behind the door that compels him to his feet. When he crosses the distance and opens up for her, she'd be greeted to the sight of the blond swordsman, left in his plain navy vest and dark pants. His armor, sheathes and extra layers are gone, leaving him about as casual as he can get.
Well, besides the fluffy blond wolf ears atop his head and his claws, now dulled as they were reaching the end of this cycle. ]
Hey.
[ This was the first time he's seen her during her Cordis transformation; so the feathers that run along her arms come as a surprise to him. And her hair... He's felt it before, but it looks so soft, the plumage of down and broader feathers driving his curiosity.
Seeing her in front of him now, the image of that sexy picture she'd sent vivid in his mind's eye, it was becoming harder and harder not to give in. But he quells himself, patiently. He promised her. ]
... wanna come in?
[ About as rhetorical as it gets really. Whenever she does step inside, she'd find his apartment was rather simple in its color scheme. The most vibrant thing in this place were the familiar flowers sitting in a little vase on his table. The same few that he'd given her when his bunch was too many. ]