timeandtides_backup | Let Me Tell You A Bedtime Story

Characters: Cloud, Marlene and anyone else in the house who wants in!
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: It's time for bed, kids!
Location: Strife-Lockhart Household, Lindblum
Date: March 1804, the night of the ball
Warnings: NONE. Seriously, none at all.

Heading home once it was well past bedtime, Cloud took his family inside and while they did whatever they wanted to do, he went straight for the bedroom. Suit. Off. NOW. He was not the kind of man to wear a suit or tie and wearing both had him so uncomfortable. Once he'd stripped right down and reclothed into a pair of pants he could sleep in, Cloud adjusted the ribbon on his bicep and turned to leave the bedroom, heading back downstairs to find Marlene. She was the youngest, and he always thought it was best she was in bed first, then would deal with the others.

Crossing his arms over his bare torso, Cloud smiled down at Marlene. "Time for bed, Marlene. Come on," he offered his hand out to her, ready to go and help her get ready for bed and tucked in.

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"Sort of... but the battle was too much for the boy and even though he won he was hurt really bad and the mean wizard came to take him and the good Kight away. He locked them in the dungeon for years, and when the good Knight finally managed to break them out, the boy was took sick and tired to make it on his own." His voice tightened for a moment but he managed to calm himself down just enough to keep on tell her the story.

Glancing down he noticed she was getting sleepy. "So, the good Knight carried the boy around everywhere, saving him from monsters and walking all the way back to the far away kingdom where they met. But it was too late, and the wizard had got his dark army to stop the good Knight. The good Knight battled until the very end but he lost." Cloud sighed sadly. He hated this part of his story. "The good Knight made the boy his living legacy, and told him to keep going and be a hero... but that's a story for another time, little lady."

By the end of that, Marlene could barely keep her eyes open. Still, she was defiant. She wanted to hear the rest of the story! It was getting good, even if the mean wizard's army killed the good Knight. She needed to hear the rest. Cliffhangers sucked!

"But..." She yawned. "Why can't we finish the story now?"

"Because you need to sleep and we won't have a story for next time if I tell you it all now," he replied, sliding out from under her to lay her back down in the bed, pulling the blanket up and tucking her in.

Cloud smiled as he knelt beside the bed, leaning in to kiss her head. "I'll tell you a story about your daddy sometime, too..." He brushed his hand over he cheek and kissed her head one more time. She needed to sleep and he needed to check on the others.

"Aw man..." Half murmured, she snuggled into her pillow, curling up under the blanket after her papa slid away.

She mumbled something about wanting to hear that story too, but it was incoherent mostly. Sleep had claimed the little girl, all tuckered out from her best friend's party and her papa's awesome story.

Once Marlene was asleep, Cloud smiled, and even though Aerith and Zack were alive in Gaia, he still silently asked them to watch over her like always.

Retreating from the room, after putting out the light, Cloud closed the door behind him and headed off to go and deal with the other two.

Denzel had been listening in on the story from outside the door; but when he heard Cloud moving, he quickly ran and dove into his own bed, snuggling down and into the blanket, pulling it up to his chin, to pretend he had been there all along.

Heading to Denzel's room, Cloud slid the door open and smirked slightly. "Enjoy the story?" Mako gave him enhanced senses; he'd heard Denzel make his rush back to bed and put two and two together. It wasn't like he was going to tell him off for it, after all.

Busted. Totally busted. Denzel sat up slightly, giving Cloud a sheepish grin. "You heard me, huh?" He rubbed at the back of his neck, scrunching up his nose. "It was a great story... I don't think it was all made up though."

Let Me Tell You A Bedtime Story

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