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@paintmepansies
"And we shall press on."
I will be on a hiatus, as I've lost my muse, and I hope to be coming back soon. Until then, I will be on my skyrim OC account, singsweet-nightinggale. I hope you all understand ā„.
Ā Ā Ā GAIAFLEURāS; Thank you for 500 followers giveaway
I donāt know how many people read these parts but Iāll make it short !! I refreshed this blog in December and started anew, and since then Iāve met some amazing Ā muns, written some pretty fun threads and had Aerith cross-over in many diverse worlds / meeting many different characters. Iāve celebrated Christmas, New Years and Valentines Day with excitement and my entire experience here has been such a blast. So, 500 followers later, Iāve realized how lucky I am to be portraying my favourite heroine; Aerith, and having her a part of all of your muses stories and adventures. Thank you to those who have: Supported me, participate with me, included me in memes and just recognized me / deal with my craziness on their dashboards on a daily basis. Ā Ā Ā So, hereās the only way I really know how to give back ā- Ā { ICON GIVEAWAY. } Three winners. Followers of Gaiafleur onlyĀ !! Ā All three winners will get a batch of icons of their muse / FC Reblogs count, likes do not. ** ICON SAMPLES :Ā
Can you please reblog this if youāre an active FF7 RP blog? <3
//Need more people to follow~
                     G4I4FL$UR.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā { Ā Ā A flower will bloom once more. Ā }Ā
Me every time I play FF7
Me: hoe dont do it
Sephiroth: *stabs Aerith*
Me: omg
since I got a few requests to make another edit. here ya go!
//early munday .Ā
Tapping her finger at the bar, she stares off into space. āHey Tifa--ā Looking up, an impish grin takes place. āI want to try the strongest drink you have here.ā
iām back ā„ like for a starter?
//mun is alive and very sick so don't worry I haven't forgotten about my little flower buds. ā¤ļø
The ending scene of the battle with Bahamut, the scene where Aerith reaches out her hand, is homage to the last scene from a previous production. It was Tetsuya (Nomura)ās idea. āNojima; pg. 113; Reunion Files; Square Enix
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ŃĻ Š¼Ī±Ī·Ń Š²Ī¹ŃŃŠ½ÉĪ±Ń ĻĪ¹ŃŠ½ŃŃ ŃĻ ŃĻĻ . ā„
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā āDaffodils, Iāve never seen a breed like that before. .I usually just Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā see the normal ones, the boring ones others might call them. .Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Heās never seen so many of them before either, not all in one place like how sheĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā had been growing them. Riku reaches his hand out to happily accept her gentle Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā gift before the flower was brought up to his nose, starting a warm feeling in hisĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā chest. Something telling him that this was more home than the shop was, or ever Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā could be. Such a lovely fragrance, enough to make him wish to learn her ways Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā so that he could grow them back at home.
āĀ How did you grow themā¦?Ā ā
āĀ Personally -- I donāt necessarily growĀ them. I more so tendĀ them.Ā They just grow here. Strange isnāt it? Flowers donāt grow here in Midgar at all. But they seem to thrive in this spot. I just make sure they stay healthy and happy. Ā Surely you could perhaps take a few from the root and bring them back with you. Hopefully they will grow despite change in environment.ā She looks down at her little daffodils.Ā She peers to the side, picking up another from its roots,Ā handing him a light pink little flower. ā Lately there has been more variety. Strange enough -Ā This - this is a pansie. ā She grins proudly. ā I read somewhere that certain flowers have certain meanings.Ā That when you give someone a flower, itās like giving them aĀ particular emotion.ā
Ā Dirt crunched beneath the soldierās footsteps as she strode blindly through the slums; azure hues vigilant for movement or signs of life in her ambiance. She had been here a few times before, but never on her lonesome; sheād always had a blonde haired friend to guide her steps. Now, with no one to give her a sense of direction, the rosette had forfeited trying to find her way on her own, leading her to seek out the aid of a resident.
Ā Motion out the corner of her eye caused Lightningās head to turn, her gander falling onto the frame of a young woman. Her apparel consisted of a pink gown, with a jacket and ribbon to match, and a woven basket full of flowers hanging off her arm. Brown locks cascaded over her shoulders, while her bangs framed her visage; emerald oculus breathtaking when their gazeās met.
Ā āāExcuse me?ā
Gripping her basket, in a petite fist, she stares up at the stranger, eyes locked unto each othersā. Blushing from the eye contact, she looks down at her flowers to break the tension that hung dense in the air. ā Yes? How can I help you?ā
She smiles cheekily, meeting the strangerās eyes again, her friendly demeanor glowing outwardly.Ā
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