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tifa lockhart. ffvii rp blog.

[rubygloves]

𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘩, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘪'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴...

#𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 ✩ a private writing blog/archive for tifa lockhart from the final fantasy vii compilation. canon observant from the games and novels. 

[insaneption]

practice (i was so happy about the new part)

[rubygloves]

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[rubygloves]

All good things come to an end, right?

I've been mulling over what to type for the past little while now about how I was going to write this, but I think keeping it simple is the best way.

It's been some time, probably almost a year, give or take, that I've been feeling that my hobby for writing has been fizzling out. I thought maybe it was because life was getting hectic, work was picking up and becoming busier (and I thought, maybe during the summer I would have more time to write, but that hasn't been the case), or things in general would slow down and I could carve out a routine for myself to dedicate to some creative hobbies.

I did, but writing hasn't been among them.

There's also been some lifestyle changes—for the better—that I am doing my best to stick to, and some new experiences that I am trying out that I hadn't before and I feel good about myself in a way that I haven't in a very long time.

I've also jumped back into older hobbies that I'm relieved to know that I can still do and find enjoyment in them after feeling burnt out.

Maybe I'm going through a burn out in regards to writing and rp in general. Or, as I'll sometimes call them "funks." A part of me used to be very weary about how long I would take to reply back to a thread or meme prompt, and part of me, recently, still feels that self-imposed pressure because it is a bad habit that stuck with me for a while and I never got around to fully being able to kick it to the curb.

But I do know that, for the past few months, whenever I had a chance to sit at my computer and read through what I owed, I felt like I couldn't reply. Like there was this massive block in front of me and no way around it.

Writer's block, burn out—whatever you want to call it, and I’ve given this a lot of thought—but I feel like taking a step back might be the right choice for me.

Despite me taking a step back, I didn’t think I would stick to writing for as long as I have. It’s been on and off over the years but it has been one of the greatest hobbies I’ve dove into because it allowed me to create when I couldn’t do so in a visual manner (painting, drawing, etc) for a very long time.

And during my time roleplaying, whether it was here or on different platforms and different sites, I have been fortunate to meet some really cool people. Over the past few years I've made some new friends, found my way back to old ones, and even got to meet some of them in person and spend time with them, and that is something I will not soon forget.

I'm very grateful that a hobby such as this has allowed me to build friendships online and offline, and has made my life feel very rich and full. You are all wonderful and amazing and it has been an absolute pleasure to have talked, written and plotted with you.

Onward to the next adventure! 💖

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (  some triggering content ahead. add " + " to reverse the action.  )

[ wipe ] sender wipes away receiver's tears [ hurt ] sender hurts receiver with words [ lonely ] sender finds receiver alone in a dark room [ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds [ crying ] sender finds receiver crying [ help ] sender runs to receiver when they scream for help [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare [ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying [ hold on ] sender pulls receiver into their arms [ anger ] sender takes their anger out on receiver [ argue ] sender gets into a heated argument with receiver [ scared ] sender scares receiver [ sick ] sender cares for receiver while they are sick [ palm ] sender places a hand on receiver to stop them from doing something [ fight ] sender gets into a physical fight with receiver [ comfort ] sender tries to comfort receiver [ blood ] sender notices that receiver is bleeding [ collapse ] sender collapses into receiver's arms [ pressure ] sender puts pressure on receiver's wound [ slap ] sender slaps receiver in the face [ panic ] sender helps receiver through a panic attack [ lie ] sender catches receiver in a lie [ sobs ] sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them [ hiding ] sender finds out that receiver has hidden an injury from them [ death ] sender just died, receiver finds out [ chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears [ fears ] sender talks to receiver about their fears [ scream ] sender screams at receiver [ coping ] sender teaches receiver some coping mechanisms [ loss ] sender is there for receiver after they've lost someone important to them [ needs ] sender asks receiver what they need [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver [ bruises ] sender finds bruises of unknown origin on receiver [ rainfall ] sender finds receiver out alone in the rain [ hospital ] sender wakes up in a hospital bed and finds receiver sitting by their bedside [ intrude ] sender walks in on receiver treating their wounds [ calming ] sender tries to calm down receiver [ inspection ] sender holds receiver's face while inspecting an injury they got [ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body

[phantasiiae]

"If it is something old, something ancient...it wouldn't be unlikely that it wants us to leave. Things like that, things that are...hm, incomprehensible? They often dislike when people trespass. At least that's what I have discovered over the years. However, if it truly wanted us dead, I feel as if it would've acted by now."

Vincent is half speaking to Tifa, half to himself. He doesn't really know what to make of all this. He hadn't just stayed asleep all those years he was under the mansion. When you have nothing but time on your hands, you're bound to learn a thing or two. Still, he'd rather focus on getting out of here rather than finding out just exactly what lay underneath these mountains.

It is dark, but it's nothing that Vincent can't handle. He slowly guides Tifa along, holding her hand when she grabs his. His skin is almost shockingly cold, cold enough that it could still be felt through his gloves, even if not as bad. It's odd how much he wants to keep her safe, like some kind of near primal instinct. She relies on him, so he'll be that harbor for her when needed.

"Hmm, I think I see a little bit of light up ahead," he finally murmurs after a few long minutes of walking. It would be near invisible to her, but with his heightened senses, it's something he can see easily enough. "Where it leads, I can't tell you. The air doesn't smell as stale, but that doesn't necessarily mean outside. Let's just tread carefully."

What other option do they have? By his estimate, it'd still be another ten to fifteen minutes before they reach what he's seeing, and who knows what might happen in that time. He pulls her closer to his side, just to keep her shielded from anything that might try to surprise them. She is utterly vulnerable, unable to see, which means she wouldn't be able to fight. It's up to him, it seems, which he doesn't mind.

"We will need to give Reeve a full report of this once we find a way out. I'm sure he'll be interested to know about this. Not that I'll suggest any kind of exploration. More like...a warning, I think."

[rubygloves]

She can focus on the tasks ahead, things that she can do without the feeling of being observed—of being watched.

The sensation and realization in knowing that something lurks down here, perhaps even lower, is enough to have her keep maintaining a steady pace whilst her heart is hammering away inside her chest like a rabbit seeking a way out.

Tifa continues to keep her hand in his, letting him guide the way towards the possible exit that may lead them out of this place.

"Anywhere's better than here," she says while trying not to tremble as she breaks out into a cold sweat. The thought of meeting up with Reeve, most likely where it is safe and nowhere underground, is what is helping her move forward. Vincent's presence, especially this close, is the driving force for her wanting to be free of this place and regretting ever setting foot down here.

Curiosity be damned. If she never has to set foot in these caves, she'll spend the rest of her life thanking Gaia.

The air does indeed smell less stale the further they approach what may be an exit, but there is something, a voice in the back of her mind, reminding her not to let herself be consumed by too much hope.

The tension is corded inside her body, ready to spring should they encounter anything other than what could be an ally or an actual exit. The idea of there being something in wait for them, knowing that there are two individuals trying to make their way through the network of tunnels must be amusing to something that is ancient and older than the mountains themselves.

With the light ahead, Tifa cannot help but pick up the pace. That sense of hope becomes second nature as she closes the distance between them and what lies ahead.

It is a cavernous space—larger than any space this low in the depths of the Nibel Mountains—and unrecognizable. However, there doesn't seem to be any sign of life before them; it is an empty room and at its centre is a table or dais...

...Seeing it inspires a feeling of dread that makes her want to double back and find another way through the tunnels.

"I don't—"

She's not released his hand, fearful that if anything were to happen, both she and Vincent would be quick enough into action. The light is coming from various sources—torches fixed to the walls in iron brackets; naturally made holes where she can actually see the night sky, but it all feels wrong looking up at the stars from inside here—wherever this place is.

"Do we just go through?" She looks ahead and sees that there is only one tunnel ahead. Just one exit, other than the one they emerged from.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  you will not fall. i will not allow it.  ❜ ❛  i could torch him if you like. but you do seem attached.  ❜ ❛  you're making us look bad. stop it.  ❜ ❛  i chose him for his inability to relent.  ❜ ❛  at least i didn't let you fall to your death.  ❜ ❛  but i will not run. i wouldn't be standing here if i'd quit every time something seemed impossible to overcome.  ❜ ❛  the right way isn't the only way.  ❜ ❛  justice is not always merciful.  ❜ ❛  the reason we'll never be anything more than friends isn't because of your rules. it's because you have no faith in me.  ❜ ❛  i'm used to functioning in pain, asshole. are you?  ❜ ❛  in the darkest moments, it is our light that shines the brightest.  ❜ ❛  fear is not the enemy, but rather the catalyst for growth and bravery.  ❜ ❛  the only limits we have are the ones we set for ourselves.  ❜ ❛  courage is not the absence of fear, but the willingness to face it head-on.  ❜ ❛  going for blood today, are we, [name]?  ❜ ❛  i don't deserve you. but i'm going to keep you all the same.  ❜ ❛  there's nowhere in existence you could go that i wouldn't find you, [name].  ❜ ❛  you look all frail and breakable, but you're really a violent little thing, aren't you?  ❜ ❛  defenseless women have never been my type.  ❜ ❛  even when i'm not with you, there's only you.  ❜ ❛  there is no me without you.  ❜ ❛  i've been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.  ❜ ❛  i know exactly who and what you are, [name].  ❜ ❛  we're all broken in some way, but that doesn't mean we can't find beauty in the cracks.  ❜ ❛  if i get my hands on you, really, honestly get my hands on you, i don't know if i'll be able to stop.  ❜ ❛  she exists and i get turned on. i've come to accept that particular truth over the last year.  ❜ ❛  fuck, i'm never going to get enough of you, am i?  ❜ ❛  not that i wouldn't climb the man like a tree if presented with the right set of circumstances.  ❜ ❛  let me guess, you could smell my perfume. isn't that what always gives the heroine away in books?  ❜ ❛  do you boys just want to whip it out and measure? it would be faster.  ❜ ❛  hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. it steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs - on the probabilites.  ❜ ❛  you can't make me fall in love with you and then die.  ❜ ❛  none of this is worth it without you.  ❜ ❛  i'm so wildly in love with you that i can't imagine what my life would look like without you in it. and i probably shouldn't have said that, but if we're doing this, then we're starting from a place of complete honesty.  ❜ ❛  you never considered that it was you i couldn't stay away from?  ❜ ❛  you turned oranges into a weapon, [name]?  ❜ ❛  you're going to be the death of me.  ❜ ❛  have you always been this tall?  ❜ ❛  no one stays friends forever, [name]. eventually those closest to us become our enemies in some way, even if it's through well-intentioned love or apathy, or if we live long enough to become their villains.  ❜ ❛  i need you to survive this, even if i hate that i still love you.  ❜

[rubygloves]

[ shudder ]  –  for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver.

She's staring at the expanse of silver hair like it is the most difficult task she's ever been asked to do. Standing behind the sofa with his head tipped back, Tifa is holding a brush and several elastics in case one is not enough.

If she doesn't do something now, things will just get awkward.

It's just hair, she tells herself as she kneels down behind the sofa and gently takes hold of his hair at the base of his skull and picks up the brush while doing to best she can to keep a hold of it with her other hand.

It is definitely a task, but once she builds up a rhythm, her mind focusing on running the bristles through silver strands until all the tangles are out, everything feels easier from this point on.

Once she's satisfied, she begins parting his hair in three sections, running her fingers through to help with the static forming, and then takes one section in different parts and begins to braid. It doesn't take as long as she thought it would, and once the braid is done, his hair seems to be a more manageable length.

Tying it off requires two elastics to ensure the braid does not come undone, though she sucks her teeth in disappointment when stray hairs at the base of his head keep sticking out. Tifa takes the comb and gently brushes the stray hairs upward, hoping they'll disappear into the mass at the beginning of the braid when she feels a slight shudder pass through him.

Immediately she stops what she's doing, almost dropping the comb and pushes back.

"...everything alright?" Her voice sounds a little strained, like she's expecting something bad to happen and Tifa can't help but look behind here and not see her fighting gloves. A mild sense of panic rushes through her, but when it seems like he remains seated, she eases herself back to where she had been kneeling.

"Did I accidentally pull too hard without realizing?"

[rubygloves]

[ DRAG ]: sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a ffight. — barret dragging tifa away is a funny thought

Tifa on clocks in the last moment the familiar silhouette of Kunsel in the near distance, but before she can call out, her, Barret and Cloud are surrounded by Shinra's militia, along with a few experiments thrown into the mix.

They've been deployed at what seems like full force, but neither she nor Barret or Cloud are going to question whether this is true or not. The rest of their party is scattered and it just seem quite convenient that Heidegger would have done this in such a secluded part of Costa del Sol where there wouldn't be any witnesses.

Except, where she expects the Shinra infantry to begin their assault, they stay their weapons and their advance—most likely because the order has not yet been given. With Rufus at the helm of Shinra now, there is no doubt that he'd want to do away with Avalanche much like his father had wanted.

At least, that is what it looks like.

Still, Tifa does not waste a moment to prepare herself for another fight for their lives. Without Aerith near, it's both a blessing and a curse. No doubt the Turks wouldn't be far behind, or perhaps this is a distraction to ensure that Tseng and the others wouldn't be impeded in search of Aerith. There's no time to relay these thought to the other two, but Barret doesn't look like he's readying himself for a fight—whereas Cloud has taken up the offensive stance and stands in front of them, Buster sword at the ready.

Tensions are high and she can make out the restlessness among some of the infantry before them, fingers ready to squeeze the trigger of their guns aimed directly at them while others have readied their swords and electric batons. Some are looking ready to stumble over themselves to get at them, and if Tifa could see their faces, she would see hatred in their eyes.

Such an expression is reflected back at them as she closes her fists and both feels and hears the stretch of well-worn leather gloves equipped with arm guards that will pack a good enough punch when the right blows are dealt. Lightning materia at the ready, including a Summon she managed to find, she glances at Barret who is equipped with an elemental himself as well as Heal.

Without Aerith, they will simply have to make due.

An inaudible command is given and she immediately sees Cloud go on the defensive, using the expansive width of the Buster sword to given them cover as she feels a strong arm grab her from the middle and haul her away, Cloud close behind as Barrent carries her to safety.

None of this was part of the plan—not that there was ever much one considering how this was all so unexpected—but she tries to get out of Barret's grip all the same as he navigates a route that both he and Cloud have known but did not tell her about. In the chaos of all that is going on, Tifa whips her head around back to where she first spotted Kunsel and doesn't seem him there anymore.

The squadron have not followed, though some are still firing, thinking they could get lucky and land a shot at their retreating targets. The bullets hit close, making Tifa flinch and cry out as a tree's trunk is splintered and pieces of wood shatter, creating little missiles before the firefight comes to a sudden halt.

They're too far from where they had been moments ago, but she can only guess they've been ordered to stand down. A flicker of movement, parallel to their trajectory, flanks them and Tifa could have sworn she saw a familiar helmet, but with Barrent running full pelt, and Cloud right behind them, warding off stray bullets, she chalks it up as a trick of the eyes.

She doesn't know how long they've been running or where, but when Barret finally puts her down, she rounds on both of them, demanding answers.

"What the hell was that back there?! And you—" she looks to Cloud, hurt in her eyes, "you knew he was going to run and not tell me?!"

In the back of her mind, she understands this as non-rational thinking because just three of them against that many, despite the odds they've faced, wouldn't have been a good outcome—and she knows this, but Tifa feels like she's earned the right to be angry.

[eviefyres]

PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2

over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains,  THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2 send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[soulrph]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

you long-suffering, endlessly patient angels get two memes today bc i deleted everything in my inbox on my rp blog and i made these memes to top off a solidly productive day! also, if you ever feel guilty about “not being productive” or having to delete drafts and memes in your tumblr life, DON’T! you’re wonderful and valid and your personal comfort and peace of mind is far more important than an overwhelming inbox or draft count! anyway, these are also self-serving, but also i feel no shame bc there’s an extreme lack of this very good vibe in my line of work, so here u go besties. DO NOT ADD ANYTHING TO THIS LIST!!

DATE UPDATED: 19/10/22

[ PIN ]:     sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together.

[ SWORD ]:    sender invites the receiver to engage in sword fighting practice with them.

[ AIM ]:    sender and receiver go to target practice together (using any weapon of choice).

[ GUIDE ]:    sender readjusts the receiver’s stance and posture with their hands while training together.

[ STRIKE ]:    sender aims a blow (via either their fists or their weapon) at the receiver.

[ BLOCK ]:    sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.

[ ARMOR ]:     sender helps to show the receiver how to wear and take care of their armor.

[ PREPARE ]:     sender guides the receiver through some pre-battle stretching exercises.

[ CHALLENGE ]:    sender challenges the receiver to a sparring match/actual fight.

[ TEND ]:    sender and receiver tend to one another’s wounds in the aftermath of a fight.

[ RESTRAIN ]:    sender physically restrains the receiver from attacking someone else.

[ FEND ]:    sender adopts a defensive position that stops the receiver from launching an attack on them.

[ PUNCH ]:    sender punches the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ KICK ]:     sender launches a kick at the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ TACKLE ]:    sender physically tackles the receiver during a fight.

[ DRAG ]:     sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight.

[ UP ]:     sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a fight/sparring match.

[ BACK ]:    sender stands behind the receiver while in the midst of battle in order to help them fight off their enemies.

[ ARRIVE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope and become defeated, the sender arrives at the last minute to help them fight their enemies.

[ EXTRA ]:    sender hands the receiver a spare weapon during a fight to give them a better chance after they break or lose their own.

[ WALL ]:     sender slams the receiver against a wall during a fight/sparring match.

[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.

[ POWER ]: sender and/or receiver use their powers during a sparring match in order to develop and enhance their abilities.

[ UNLEASH ]: sender, while fighting with the receiver during a physical confrontation, uses their powers in an effort to gain the upper hand.

[priceofreedom]

Barret in Costa del Sol mod

[rocketbirdie]

priorities

[bluemoonscribbler]

it's been forever take this little study of my two favorite ff7 blorbos

[ashlenasharma]

I wanna see her gold saucer outfit so badddd

[rubygloves]

heya! apologies for the radio silence on my end. i went away on a trip and when i came back things were sort of turned on their heads (a lot of things happening at the same time) and i’m working on catching up. also back to back snow storms where we got almost three feet of snow was not helpful but it’s winter, eh?

anyways, things are drafted, saved, what have you, and i’ll get around to start chipping away at them soon.

[rubygloves]

@vxmpirehunterd — [x]

Closeness is nothing new to them.

In the beginning, as with all things, it was difficult to bridge that gap between them but since time has marched on, the space between has grown less and less. To be in close proximity to one another is expected, especially while travelling and hunkering down when moving forward is halted by snow and rain.

But another closeness has emerged with time and Tifa feels like it is right to want to be by his side.

Now, as they wait for the rain to let up or decide that this makeshift shelter will be their home for the night, she feels it with absolute certainty.

When he returns her kiss, she feels overjoyed—elated—her heart soaring as she can feel tears well up in the corner of her eyes, threatening to spill. No words are necessary as she can feel how he responds by way of how he holds her to him.

Her hand is still splayed across his chest and Tifa does not move it. To feel his heartbeat, even slower than what hers would normally be, makes this all seem right.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time," she says, her voice but a whisper and it sounds like a confession. She is close enough to place another feather-light kiss against his lips.

She is content to remain like this, in his arms, while the rain continues to fall in its torrential downpour. Where they are situated will have them out of the way of any floods or mudslides, the horse as well, but there is a chill in the air from the rain that affects her more than it would him.

"Yeah, a really long time."