Dream vs. Reality
Author's Notes: I've never played Final Fantasy VII until this afternoon. I know the character of Cid thanks to Kingdom Hearts (One and Two) and Final Fantasy Advent Children. I read up a bit on Cid, read a few fanfics (The Diamond and the Rough, and Teakettle Confessions) and decided to write my own. So, if something is 'amiss', you know why. Please help me out if something is OOC, and I'll gladly fix it.
With that out of the way… enjoy.
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There were times when she wondered what she saw in him. Or why she put up with him.
The constant smoking.
The late nights that seemed to stretch out into forever.
All that damned swearing.
Rolling her eyes at herself she turned from looking out the window to the form sleeping beside her. He looked so calm. At these moments he looked like something that she had dreamed of when she was small. It was strange how she ended up with him, he was completely opposite of what her dream man had been. Her dream had been kind, whereas Cid hardly ever said any form of 'thank you'. The dream would take her in his arms and Cid…well; she was lucky if she could find ways to accidentally hold his hand and not make a big deal when it succeeded.
Looking him over, she was mildly surprised that he didn't wear his goggles to bed or have a lit cigarette in his mouth. He had a rough handsomeness that she found more intriguing than her childish dreams. He looked so different when he was sleeping. Almost like the dream…
He shifted in his sleep and opened his eyes. Finding her staring at him, he frowned, "Damn it, Shera, can't a guy get privacy?"
When she merely smiled at him, he grunted and turned over, muttering about women and their staring. Looking back out the window, she allowed the smile to grow as his grumbling faded into sleep. Even with all those things, she wouldn't trade him for anything. Sure he wasn't her dream, but he was better.