❝ Tifa, wait— ❞ AN EARNEST BID FROM THIS MERE MORTAL, A PLEA TO THE SKIES ABOVE, TO SHE A GODDESS. ( the beauty in the eye of this beholder, she was DIVINE ) The rule of the Heavens && temple defiled ( SACRILEGE ! ) Cloud dared to capture her wrist.
❛ So . . . You know Tifa, right ? ❜
❛ It’s not really my business, but are you guys close ? ❜
❛ Tifa && I . . . ❜
❛ Like you’re losing that hard edge. ❜
❛ That bad ? ❜
❛ Not at all - I like it. ❜
❛ Is Tifa, like . . . your girlfriend ? ❜
❛ No. ❜
❛ But she’s someone special. ❜
❛ It’s not like that. ❜
❛ More like . . . I don’t know how to explain . . . ❜
Memories the SACRED SCRIPTURES. Cloud sought, as many before him, the truth. Let his prayer be answered. His grasp fortified, digits tightening its coil. COURAGE conjured. ❝ Not just this time . . . ❞ Words fell soft && quiet. ( a volume befit for hallowed halls && bent knees at humbling pews ) ❝ For YOU, I want to be there. Like this. ❞
🌩️ unprompted confession @finalitia·
𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . not with technicolor leaking through the cracks of opened chests . treasure that came naught in silver & gold , but blue that glowed in such familiar ways that it made itself a nest within the cage of her breast . how pain could mingle with hope , become friends , lovers . she may never find the answer but every second that passes makes her a believer .
his words are dreams she manifested in a way to take her mind off the present . a reality she only ever saw behind closed eyelids , but the tears on her cheeks are proof enough she’s awake . proof that this isn’t a trick of the mind . the grip around her wrist burns , so much like her cheeks , like the sweet embrace of fire .
they speak a language no one else can understand . for who else but her could know what that means . to have a proclamation of devotion ( ! ) fall from the lips of a SOLDIER with his voice so reminiscent to that of something so much more divine . so shrouded in mystery that words could mean anything & nothing . that he could feel the way she does . . . has . . . she is frozen in time .
❛ cloud I’m here for you . . . too . ❜ but she does not voice what she has heard . in so few words . . . it would be easy to misstep in translation . it would be easy to believe her grief , the lack of sleep , has made her instincts fail .
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