(Not) of Youth

[th3f4113n]

Title: (Not) of Youth
Challenge/Prompt: # 157: Youth
Fanfiction [Name of fandom]: FF7.
Characters/Pairings: Tifa & Cloud.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: None? 
Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me.
Summary: The wary way he walks over to a stool and sits down, his body heavy with fatigue, alarms her. 
Author's Notes: Post-AC/Post-DoC.

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It’s closing time. She’s busy wiping the glasses when she hears the door slammed open and then she twists, preparing to slug—

“Cloud?” she asks, taken back. Something’s wrong. The wary way he walks over to a stool and sits down, his body heavy with fatigue, alarms her. 

“I’m fine,” he says. “I just had a rough night.” A crooked smile on his lips. “I’m not as young as I feel anymore,” he lightly jokes.

She lets it go for now. “Right.”

(She fails to notice a long strand of silver hair being carefully brushed aside from a broad shoulder.)

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A/n: This drabble had to be broken down and ripped apart and tamed to get to where it is now. Where's Erik when you need him? *wants to bend metal and destroy things*