This is from the Clerith forums, it's just a Clerith theme, 63. Wind. My friend Alantie was wondering if I could write some Clerith stuff and this is what I came up with for the theme wind... uh... yeah, that's about it. This would be pre-AC, but only by a little bit and it is really short, but it is my first FFVII stuff so be kind and review please!
I don't own FF VII, I wish I could say that I did...
Windblown Plains
It was when the wind came that he felt her the most. When it blew across the prairies and flower filled meadows, he could smell her and imagine her gentle fingers twining through his hair again. When it came from the oceans he could taste the salt of her kisses and see the green blue of her eyes glittering on the horizon.
Cloud knew he worried his friends, spending hours staring into the wind, only to return to them with reddened cheeks and brow. But they also saw the peace on the windblown plains of Cloud's face and knew that, at least for the time being, he would stay; until the gentle wind tugged his heart away again and then he would ride with her. Fenrir running Cloud as fast as the smell of Aerith on the wind, letting the scent and memory of Aerith take him where she would. It was the only way he could stay with her