𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙳 .

𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳 . ⁽ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ˡⁱᶠᵉ˒ ᵗᵒᵒ ⁾

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[ 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁 𝚆𝙷𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂 . . . ? 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙳. ] ⤷ @earnfirst asked: " hey , aerith ! " his voice calls in the inviting way it always does , projecting through their surroundings , and full of life . that is , until it's not . until the air grows a bit melancholic and his voice is the hero that tries to keep hope alive , the weight of the future pressed upon his back . he reminisces silently for a moment , taking his time before pressing her with a question born of nostalgia and happier times , " just wonderin' . " . . . " what ever happened to that wagon ? " and he turns to her , eyes wanting for her attention , " i could always fix it up again , y'know . " mako - infected irises pull to the ceiling he has come to love so dearly after so much time , and a flash of sadness passes through his expression before he offers a thumbs - up with his right hand , grinning with a wink , " if you wanted . "

    𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘  .  .  .  how  such  a  quiet,  solemn  church  can  fill  with  life  the  second  he  strides  into  the  building.  his  undying  grin,  arms  often  taking  a  triangular  shape,  chest  puffed  in  such  confident  radiance.  slowly  does  the  cetra  rise  from  the  collection  of  sanctuary  grown  blooms,  hands  intertwining  behind  her  silhouette,  rocking  forward  &  back  with  utmost  glee. 

    ❛  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍  .  .  .  ?  ❜   she  parrots  his  inquiry  aloud,  irises  breaking  from  mako-infused  to  find  the  tattered  remains  of  the  piece  they  built  together.  &  as  her  focus  remains  ‘pon  rotting  wood,  gold-painted  accents  chipping  from  neglect,  the  corners  of  her  mouth  pull  upward.  memories  flood  .  .  .  the  park  in  sector  five  .  .  .  the  quiet,  melancholy  sidewalks  of  the  slums  .  .  .  their  selling  pitches  for  midgar-home-grown  flowers,  for  a  measly  gil  per  floret.  ❛  at  first,  i  thought  it  was  some  rust  .  .  .  the  wheel  on  the  left  got  so  squeaky,  i  think  people  got  annoyed  to  the  sound  of  it.  mom  said  it  just  needed  some  oil,  but  after  trying  that  .  .  .  the  bolt  came  loose.  i  haven’t  found  it,  or  one  to  replace  it  —  –  so  it's  sat  here,  waiting  for  you  to  come  back  .  .  .  it  was  our  project,  after  all  !  ❜

    𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒  .  .  .  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒  .  .  .  leading  to  months,  and  aerith  began  to  lose  hope  in  their  little  slums  side-hustle.  the  wagon,  &  her  bow,  the  only  living  memory  of  him.  eighty-plus  letters,  and  phone  calls  with  the  same  message:  [  the  number  you've  reached  has  been  disconnected.  please  check  the  number,  and  try  your  call  again.  ]  even  without  a  machine  to  leave  her  message,  aerith  would  stand  in  the  kitchen  of  her  home  .  .  .  twirling  the  cord  betwixt  her  fingers  as  she  rambled  to  an  dead  line,  updating  him  of  her  health  and  latest  findings.  then,  gaia  showered  her  with  condolences,  a  gentle  rain  trickling  through  the  hole  of  their  meeting  place  .  .  .  his  voice  echoing  through  the  life  stream,  making  his  presence  known.

    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍  .  .  .  streaks  staining  sun-kissed  facial  structure,  accompanied  with  markings  of  gunpowder  and  soot.  &  she,  dressed  in  the  same  rose  gown  .  .  .  though,  the  fabric  against  her  midriff  torn  and  dirtied  from  the  one-winged  angel.  hickory  tresses,  once  braided  and  down  the  center  of  her  back,  now  rest  against  her  collar  .  .  .  water  seeping  down  the  front  of  her  jacket. 

    𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃  𝐅𝐎𝐑.  though  she  hoped  he'd  know  to  find  her  where  their  story  began,  amongst  the  lilies  in  sector  five. 

    𝐀  𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐄𝐘𝐄,  &  she  strides  through  the  flowers  to  inspect  the  shining  object  beneath  the  podium  of  the  church.  the  lilies,  despite  her  earthly  tending,  remain  upright  and  content,  gently  swaying  as  though  a  breeze  swept  through  the  sanctum.  not  a  singular  tread  marking  the  soil.  ❛  well,  would  you  look  at  that  .  .   ❜  spoken  from  a  crouched  stance,  a  singular  digit  points  in  direction  to  the  missing  bolt  of  their  workmanship.  peering  over  her  shoulder,  aerith  gazes  upon  the  first  class  soldier  .  .  .  chuckling  to  how  the  light  cascades  through  the  opened  church  doors,  engulfing  zack  in such brilliance.  [  an  angel  ?  ]  she  thinks  to  taunt,  recalling  the  first  words  he  spoke  to  her.  ❛  let's  get  to  work  !  ❜

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𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃: can aerith bake / does she enjoy it? if she does what are some of her favourite things to make?

       listen,  i  love  miss  aerith  gainsborough  so  much,  but  her  first  attempts  of  baking  always  end  in  a  complete  disaster.  she  will  follow  a  recipe  whether  online  or  in  a  book  to  a  T:  and  either  she  over  mixes,  under  seasons,  over  salts  .  .  .  something  is  always  off  with  the  first  attempt  !   buuuut,  she  doesn't  give  up  easily  !   so  she  will  challenge  herself  to  practice  and  try  the  recipe  again,  and  again,  until  it  comes  out  absolutely  perfect  !        she  isn't  a  home-made  bread  maker,  but  much  more  a  sweets  kind  of  gal  !   thumb-print  jam  cookies,  (  maybe  with  elmyra's  home-made  jam  )  .  .  .  cookies  rolled  in  sugar  like  ginger  molasses,  and  anything  she  can  decorate  in  icing-sugar  &  sprinkles.  i'd  also  love  to  think  that  elmyra's  garden  plays  a  huge  role  into  aerith's  baking  —  –  can  you  imagine  elmyra  cooking  or  roasting  pumpkin  and  making  puree,  and  aerith  turning  some  of  the  fresh,  warm  puree  into  pumpkin  pie  ?  (  she  definitely  does  not  make  the  crust  home-made,  store  bought  is  the  easiest  and  safest  way  to  go  !  )  or  super  soft  pumpkin  spiced  cookies?   truly,  they  have  the  sweetest  mother-daughter  dynamic. 

       and  it's  absolutely  no-one's  surprise  that  her  love  language  is  gift  giving,  so  when  she  decides  she's  going  to  bake,  and  the  recipe  turns  out  nicely  —  –  she  is  making  little  packages  for  the  people  in  her  life.  to  the  sod-seller  in  sector  six,  to  the  kids  who  come  into  the  church  and  inquire  about  the  flowers,  &  even  the  “  very  sick  man  ”  in  sector  five  slums  living  in  the  tunnel.  so,  long  story  short:  does  she  bake ?  yes !  is  she  great  at  it ?  no.  does  it  fill  her  with  so  much  joy  when  the  recipe  turns  out ?  absolutely.  ♡

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&  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒,  the  wind  stripped  from  his  lungs  .  .  .  blackened  tresses  hung,  covering  sweat-glistened  features.  ❛  noctis  !  ❜  his  name  is  outcried,  dripped  with  fear  and  concern.  elemental  fiends  only  continued  to  spawn,  their  oozing-appearing  physiques  drawing  closer  to  her  exhausted  ally.  ❛  noctis,  get  up  !  ❜  she  pleas,  brows  knitting  as  his  posture  only  continues  to  sink  further  into  grassy  plains.  —  –  awaiting  the  perfect  opportunity  to  strike,  a  white-knuckled  grasp  of  her  rod  swings  in  the  direction  of  the  garula  .  .  .  watching  as  it's  tusk  cracks  from  her  delivery.  not  enough  to  vanquish  the  beast,  though  hopefully  enough  time  to  aid  her  dearest.  jade  irises  fall  shut,  a  silent  prayer  uttered  against  her  staff  for  mending  materia  to  work  it's  magic. 

𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖  𝐈𝐒  𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄  —  –  though  aerith  breathes  a  sigh  of  relief  to  not  desperately  search  for  a  phoenix  down  !   ready  to  raise  her  voice,  calling  to  the  raven  from  across  the  field . . .  their  foes  have  other  ideas  to  redirect  her  affections.  the  fiend  before  her  readies  to  charge,  a  defensive  stance  taken, awaiting  the  beast  to  sprint.  ❛  you  scared  me  to  death  !  ❜  quickened  foot-work  evades  the  enemies  blow,  counter-attacking  with  a  fiery  cast.  ❛  are  you  okay  ?!  watch  out  for  the  flans  !  ❜

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 . 🎁 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 @royalarms ! 🎵

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𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 || 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐇'𝐒 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘.

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: february 7th, 1985 @ 12:27pm in knowlespole "icicle inn" northern gaia. to parents gast (father) and ifalna (mother) faremis. 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: june 2nd, 1992 to elmyra gainsborough in sector five slums, midgar. 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 / 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 : sun, aquarius. moon, virgo. rising, gemini.

so, aerith knows her actual birthday, because while she and ifalna lived inside of the shinra science discovery/lab, they celebrated together every year. while it wasn't a birthday celebration with balloons, candles or cake . . .  ifalna would tell aerith stories of how she and gast came to meet, the months they spent feeling aerith move & kick throughout her pregnancy, and how must gast loved her. ifalna knew better to speak of her hopes of the three of them living as a happy family, and knew to hold her tongue of the truth of how gast was killed before her own eyes — – clutching her days old newborn. ifalna kept hope in aerith: sharing that one year, they'd be able to give her a birthday celebration with cupcakes and sparkling candles. of course, hojo would always have some disgusting and uncomfortable comment of the woman she would blossom to be . . . and how as she aged, she'd would likely hear the call of her cetra ancestors, leading her to the promise land.

ifalna dies, pleading for elmyra to take aerith to a place that is safe . . . and aerith joins the gainsborough household on june second, 1992. in the beginning, aerith is really reserved and does her best to not bring attention to herself. ( afterall, these are the behaviours and mannerisms she had living in experimental confinement ) but after tseng comes and starts telling elmyra she's an ancient, and that they want her to come back willingly, aerith resides in elmyra, telling her the truth of shinra and what these people (especially hojo and president shinra) have done to them. elmyra, obviously hearing all of this from a seven year old, just thinks aerith has a really active imagination and doesn't 100% believe her until all that happens with clay, recieving the letter of his passing after aerith attempts to reassure her husband has safely made it to the life stream.

in february, aerith tells elmyra the seventh is a special day, because it's the day her mother sings her “a special song” and tells her stories about her father. elmyra, curious and eager to know the past birthday experiences she's had, asks what song ifalna sang, and what stories did she tell. truthfully, i think elmyra's heart aches hearing how much elmyra had tried to shower her daughter in affection despite the circumstances they lived in. how exhausted she was, how much she ached from continuous experimentation. and in hearing how fond aerith speaks of these stories, that becomes their birthday tradition, as well. 🥺 after a special birthday breakfast that consists of cinnamon roll pieces baked in a bundt pan, elmyra and aerith sit in the living room, and in the garden, sharing stories of ifalna and gast . . . and elmyra's marriage with clay. how they came to meet, fall in love . . . & their discussions of one day having children of their own. 

it's important to note that elmyra once baked a cake for aerith, decorated the entire house, invited friends and family members, and tried to give her an over-the-top birthday celebration to show aerith what birthdays can be all about . . . truthfully, without the "tradition" she and ifalna did together, ( the simplicity of quality time ) it just made her feel more alone than celebrated. aerith thanked her mother for all her hard work and preparations . . . but asked for the following year, if it could be just the two of them, and they could continue with their never ending story-tellings, and heart-filled conversations about their likes, dislikes, and etc.

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    ❛  𝐈  𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  .  .  .   ❜  hesitance  lingers  in  her  tone,  brows  furrowing  whilst  a  steady  hand  holds  the  flash  light  to  shine  against  the  vehicles  engine.  ❛  poor  little  guy  .  .  .  how  do  you  think  he  got  in  there  ?  ❜  she  inquires  in  reference  to  the  stray  cat  whose  entangled  themselves  in  the  car's  mechanics,  it's  cries  for  help  hastily  springing  the  two  into  action.  aerith,  local  florist  —  –  cindy,  mechanical  and  aesthetics  genius  .  .  .  &  together,  feline-distressed  rescuers  ! ❛  heeere,  kitty  kitty  !   would  you  come  out  for  us  ?   we  won't  hurt  you  !  ❜

pre-established starter for the lovely, cindy aurum ( @clickedbait ) ᢉ𐭩

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omg this is totally not ari but does aerith have a skin routine? does she wear make up?

omg not-ari, i'm so glad you asked this question !  dilkhfsd 

so to answer both, yes, and yes !  i guess going back to when aerith was a child: as soon as aerith started to reach puberty she began struggling with facial and body acne. with the mix of hormonal acne, and acne caused by stress and poor sleep, elmyra did her best to help aerith treat her skin blemishes . . . but aerith didn't want to seek any medical help for her skin struggles. she learnt through reading that she has combination skin, leaning more on the drier side, making her skin routine more hydrating on her cheeks and jaw, and exfoliating more across her forehead, chin and bridge of her nose !  after regularly practicing to wash her face morning & night, and trying countless cosmetics and serums to find the perfect balance — – aerith now has very minimal black-heads and pimples !  thankfully, elmyra told her early on to not dig her fingernails into her blemishes as it would cause scarring, and aerith took to that advice . . . leaving her complexion smooth and scarless ! 

through testing various products, aerith uses a gentle foaming face wash, and only applies moisturizer to her cheeks, down to the bone of her jaw. the T zone ( forehead, nose, chin ) does not get moisturizer, but does get some hydration and nourishment from the serum containing vitamin c & vitamin b3 that goes all over her face and down her neck !  she does this everyday, and really tries her best not to slack on her skincare as it's apart of her daily routine ! aerith also enjoys doing the occasional face mask with friends / elmyra, but not too often as they have perfumes that irritate her skin ! 

as for make-up, it's very slight, with skin prep taking longer than the application of make-up itself ! [ think clean girl make-up ] she brushes her brows down either with a clear wax, or brushes them through with a tinted brow gel that matches her natural brow. likes dark-brown to black mascara, and lines her upper lash line to create more “ drama ” to her eyelid ! absolutely dislikes lip liner, lipstick, matte-finish lipstick because it tastes disgusting when (accidentally) ingested !  so miss aerith is a lip balm or clear gloss girlie. aaaand does the occasional blush for fancy events, but often leaves her skin without foundation, concealer, contour, bronzer and highlighter !  ( just more hassle to wash off at the end of the night ! not to mention make-up budging while she works outside with the flowers ! )

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 || 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 & 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄-𝐔𝐏.

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    ❛  𝐍𝐔𝐇-𝐔𝐇  !   𝐎𝐇  𝐍𝐎  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓  !  ❜   she  calls  out  to  spiked  brown  tresses,  watching  their  gloved  hand  fall  from  the  throttle  of  the  motor  bike.  she  knew  of  cloud's  joy-rides  with  sora,  a  smile  always  tugging  the  corners  of  her  mouth  upward  to  his  uncontainable  glee  post-excursion.  though  the  rule  remained  —  –  only  the  blond  were  to  operate  the  motorcycle,  &  a  helmet  should  always  be  fastened  ‘pon  youthful  features.  ❛  —  –  no  excuses,  sora  !  ❜  aerith  interjects  his  struggles  to  steer  her  from  the  topic  of  fenrir,  a  surge  of  protectiveness  falling  ’pon  the  teen  with  a  stern,  yet  gentle  octave.  ❛  i  don't  think  cloud  would  appreciate  you  taking  his  bike  for  a  peruse  without  him.  especially  since  you  haven't  driven  it  on  your  own  !  ❜

pre-established starter for ff7 verse, sora. ( @keyschosen ) ᢉ𐭩

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❛ aerith , then . ❜ the name blossoms from his voice and cheeks pull his lips into a smile as sweet as the scent of honeysuckle in the summer . with her hands clasped around his , he wraps his fingers around hers , unintentionally , and unnoticeably , creating a moment more intimate than two acquaintances might usually expect . her vibrant brilliance draws him in , as the sharing of information and passions is an activity that brings him more joy than most anything . he listens intently with his gaze lingering on hers , and he cannot help but notice her the beauty in the cadence of her voice and the intricate shadows the light weaves across her complexion . there are many beautiful individuals in this otherwise casually cruel existence , and he thinks people like her make life more worth living .

❛ there's no need for apologies . please , do continue . you've left me intrigued . ❜ he gives her palm a gentle squeeze as their irises meet , reflecting the sunlight through the windows . ❛ would you tell me of your favorite flower in the shop ? do you have one ? ❜

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    𝐀  𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀  𝐓𝐎  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄  .  .  .  &  how  could  she  say  no  to  such  a  polite  request  ?  though  as  his  hand  squeezes  her  palm,  a  reminder  to  intertwined  fingers  and  this  newfound  intimacy,  flora  quickly  rids  her  mind  —  –  and  all  imagery  that  floods  through  this  trance  are  golden.  strawberry  blond  tresses  .  .  .  rays  of  sunlight  .  .  .  marigolds  and  —  –  .  .  .  were  that  joshua's  smile  ?  he  speaks  once  more,  inquiring  her  favourite  bloom  &  heat  is  quick  to  coat  the  tops  of  her  cheeks.   ❛  .  .  .  it's  a  little  more  than  just  one,  think  you  can  keep  up  ?  ❜  she  hopes  he  hasn't  caught  glimpse  to  how  flustered  she's  become,  leaning  into  an  effortless  playful  demeanour  to  convince  him  otherwise.   ❛  —  –  but  first,  the  primroses  !  ❜ 

    𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇  𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐁𝐒,  rest  lilac  coloured  florets.  soft  pigmented  petals  with  vibrant  golden  centers  .  .  .  another  connecting  factor  to  her  most  devoted  patron.  ❛  lilac  is  such  an  uncommon  colour  for  flowers  .  .  .  other  than  lilacs  themself.  whenever  i  breed  flowers  purple,  they  turn  a  plum  colour  &  sometimes  even  indigo  !  they're  easily  becoming  one  of  my  favourites  —  –  i'd  like  to  grow  as  many  as  i  could  next  to  the  lilies.  ❜  &  there  she  goes  again,  unable  to  find  a  fault  against  dearest  blossoms,  the  corners  of  her  mouth  pulling  upward  with  every  glance  to  potted  plant  matter.   ❛  lilies,  scorpion  grass,  primroses,  marigolds  .  .  .  peonies  —  –  ❜  irises  find  joshua's  brilliant  blues  once  more,  a  visible  softening  of  her  expression  as  her  gaze  lingers  without  words  to  follow.  surely  .  .  .  how  easily  he  leaves  her  speechless,  were  a  clear  indication  of  her  blooming  fondness  of  him.

    ❛  .  .  .  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐈  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄  ?  ❜  —  –   ❛  would  you  tell  me  your  favourite  flower,  joshua  ?  ❜

[kainere]

the  woman  in  the  pink  dress  made  her  way  across  the  plains,  a  cart  full  of  delicate  blooms  varying  in  size,  shape  and  color.  of  a  like  many  had  never  seen  before.  kainé  looked  on  with  a  sense  of  awe,  grateful  for  the  the  sun  which  shone  radiantly  over  the  hills,  keeping  any  shade  from  interrupting  the  woman's  journey.  the  feeling  of  wonder,  however,  was  quickly  overcome  by  a  sense  of  bitterness  as  she  saw  the  woman  drawing  closer  to  the  path  to  the  aerie.  𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑙𝑙  𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛  𝑖𝑡,  kainé  thought,  a  frown  etching  itself  deeper  upon  her  features.  then,  to  her  own  surprise,  she  found  herself  calling  out  to  the  woman. 

❛  𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.   ❜  she  said.  her  face,  which  was  growing  red  is  quickly  turned  from  sight.  ❛  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢  𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝  𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜...  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝  𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎  𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜.  ❜ / @onegil  

[saved-onegil]

    𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐋𝐘  ...  ?   away  from  the  plains  of  midgar  &  all  it's  civilians  who  blindly  turned  an  eye  to  a  rare  commodity  —  –  entering  foreign  lands,  only  for  it  share  the  same  disinterest.  lips  part,  expression  once  eager  to  begin  a  seller's  pitch  .  .  .  dims,  revealing  disappointment.  and  for  as  long  as  she  remained  on  earth,  the  moans  and  pleas  of  their  planet  would  sound  her  ears,  aerith  determined  to  make  a  vibrant  difference upon  an  otherwise  melancholy  land.   ❛  .  .  .  that's  too  bad,  ❜   while  her  octave  initially  starts  small,  green  irises  find  the  other,  pride  returning  to  her  vocal  cords.   ❛  i  mean,  who  wouldn't  want  to  see  flowers  ?   they  have  so  much  to  offer  .  .  .  to  show  someone  you  care,  to  tell  someone  you  love  them  —  –  ❜

    𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐏  𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒  𝐀  𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑  𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘,  admiring  yellow  hue  .  .  .  content  nevertheless,  to  be  the  one  whom  tenderly  cherishes  such  delicate  blooms.   ❛  but,  i  don't  think  it's  wasting  my  time  —  –  ❜   an  extension  is  made  to  the  unnamed  ally,  hoping  she'd  take  her  token  of  friendship  .  .  .  grateful  to  their  concern.   ❛  i'd  like  to  think  .  .  .  out  of  ten  people,  one  is  bound  to  look  a  little  closer.  &  who  knows,  maybe  they  won't  take  one  —  –  but  at  least,  i  got  to  make  the  flowers  happy.  between  you  and  i,  they're  pretty  social,  you  know  !  ❜

[halchron]

red eyebrows raise and blue eyes widen in surprise at her reaction, surprise painting itself clearly on his face. he could safely say this was the first time anyone was excited to spend time with him, and he found it bizarre even now that she'd rather spend time with him than anyone else. her leaning even closer to speak into his imaginary wire almost has him flustered, and it possibly would've if the turk hadn't already schooled his expression. aerith was different at least, and he liked that about her. perhaps indulging her and treating himself wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.

❝ fine then, let's see what you got in mind. ❞ he casts his gaze down to her hand once in contemplation, pretending as if he was going to hesitate before a small smile graced his lips as he rested his palm against hers. ❝ lead the way. ❞

[saved-onegil]

    𝐀  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃  .  .  .  how  could  something  she'd  yet  to  experience  invoke  such  a  starved  sensation  ?   as  a  child,  she'd  reached  for  the  hand  of  elmyra  —  –  for  guidance,  for  reassurance  .  .  .  though  no  other  feelings  warmed  her  heart  much  like  the  intertwined  palm  of  reno's.  &  now,  as  they  stride  hand-in-hand,  the  cetra  thinks  to  how  eagerly  she's  moved  them  away  from  home.  were  she  (still)  covered  in  mud  from  garden-tending  ?   had  her  braid  begun  to  unravel  whilst  she  worked  ?

    ❛  𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐋  .  .  .  ❜   words  attempt  to  dismiss  her  grossing  nerves,  a  gentle  squeeze  of  his  hand  directing  his  attention  to  their  surroundings.   ❛  there's  a  few  places  i  have  in  mind.  there's  the  park  —  –  of  course,  that  you're  familiar  of.  ❜   after-all,  his  watchful  eye  had  followed  her  all  throughout  sector  five  !   ❛  we  could  visit  the  market  .  .  .  ooorr  —  –  we  could  spread  our  wings  and  check  out  wall  market  in  sector  six  ?  ❜   a  hurried  step  &  she  roots  before  the  turk,  pleading  jade  optics  settling  ‘pon  her  date.   ❛  i’ve  always  wanted  to  go  .  .  .  i've  heard  it's  even  bigger  than  the  markets  here  in  sector  five  !   .  .  .  pleeease  ?  ❜

[suonko]

Konstantin Makovsky - The girl in the Flora [detail]

[krosakis-moved]

♚ “ it's a strange thing if you think about it. ” frame inclines downward, eyes taking in the beauty of the flora bathed and lively within the sunlight before slowly standing upright again. soft smile is given to the young woman who seemed spaced out in her thoughts and distant memories. best to leave her be for the moment rather than rudely interrupt. “ you would think after the same incident happened twice someone would speak up about the hole but with the state of the flowers I don't think it's necessary. ”

silence momentarily befalls the pair as the mercenary watches the flower girl direct her eyes toward the ceiling, sound of wind coming through the large splintered gap. if she was reminiscing about the other two soldiers then Ichigo would not pry, especially if the memories were too painful or personal. “ it's common sense. the flowers you grow you cherish fondly so destroying them would end up painting me as someone who would get bonked on the head by the staff you're holding.. you're welcome though. ”

[saved-onegil]

         ❛  A  BONK  TO  THE  HEAD  ?   .  .  .  I'D  NEVER  !   ❜   &  so  does  the  certra  continue  giggling.  green  optics  falling  shut  with  shoulders  bouncing  upward  with  every  chuckle.   ❛  buuuut  —  –  sure  sounds  like  a  good  deterrent.  i'll  start  practicing  my  swing  !  ❜  with  an  empty  balled  fist  and  a  shift  in  stance,  do  arms  follow  through  in  a  swift  motion  .  .  .  mimicking  the  crack  of  a  bat  against  a  baseball.  home-run  !   returning  her  gaze  to  honey-tinged  tresses,  curiosity  blooms,  softly  rocking  ‘pon  the  heels  of  her  boots.

         ❛  SO  .  .  .  ANOTHER  SOLDIER.  ❜  stating  the  obvious,  she  ponders  what  drew  him  to  the  electric  company  —  –  were  it  power  ?   or  perhaps  money  ?   from  all  she  remembers  while  conversing  with  zack,  it  felt  like  he  were  always  on  the  move  without  much  time  to  breathe.  though  .  .  .  for  whatever  reason,  his  enthusiasm  beamed  whenever  his  comrades  were  mentioned.  sinking  to  her  knees,  does  the  florist  resume  her  tidying  tasks,  gently  plucking  weeds  from  the  flower  bed.   ❛  what's  your  favourite  thing  about  being  a  soldier  ?   —  –  how  did  you  know  it's  what  you  wanted  to  do  ?  ❜

[earnfirst]

embarrassment embeds itself in the way he laughs and backs away from her , feigning fear of her cheeky " aggression " . their smiles are so contagious , he figures he can't help the grinning that pulls his lips skyward with their ( almost ) every interaction . ❛   alright , alright !   ❜ he leans forward , admitting she's right , but never admitting defeat . as if he isn't effortlessly destroyed each day with her radiant smile and her cute and bubbly demeanor , wrecked by her effortless magnetism that draws him ever - closer , always luring him in , despite what situation may arise . they lock gazes , as they often do , and in her eyes he sees love . her love . his love . the planet's love . even in the silliest of moments , she makes him whole .

❛   yeah , i remember .   ❜ reality hits him like a splash of cold water , and there's something hollowly sad about the decaying state of things . he tries not to dwell on it , and thinks he should be used to it by now , but he can't help but feel pity for the people who live here . the people who work so hard , and get dealt the shitty hand . ❛   little brown doggg , next to the trailerr , annnnd the smell of flowers . got it !   ❜ he gives a confident thumbs up with a big wide grin , ❛   i'll be there ! and until then , how abouuut . . .   ❜ he " sneaks " behind her , beginning her ascent with a forearm beneath her knees and her back against its opposite , and lifts her from the ground . spinning her effortlessly , she's hoisted into the air , and he allows her to land into his arms , offering a hug before they do anything else . ❛   we just stay like this for a sec ?   ❜

[saved-onegil]

       MOMENTARILY  HIS  FACIAL  FEATURES  DROP,  &  she  assumes  it's  because  of  the  mention  of  the  vandalized  mobile  home.  for  whatever  reason,  those  who  lived  in  sector  five  did  not  stroll  petal  lane  .  .  .  often  causing  aerith  to  wonder:  had  everyone  grown  used  to  the  scents  of  the  slums  ?   or,  could  it  be  that  flowers  were  not  nearly  as  inviting  as  she  believed  them  to  be  ?   though  as  quickly  as  his  demeanour  shifts,  his  enthusiasm  returns,  finding  herself  grinning  once  more  as  he  repeats  her  directions  aloud  to  her.   ❛  that's  right  —  –  you  can't  miss  it  !  ❜  she'd  be  sure  to  listen  for  the  canines  alert,  aware  that  it  didn't  take  much  for  the  pet  to  stand  guard  of  it's  home,  hoping  to  deter  strangers  from  lingering  too  close.

       HIS  SENTENCE  SURPRISES  HER,  how  he  holds  the  last  syllable  .  .  .  creating  suspense.  his  strength  lifts  her  from  the  ground,  squealing  as  palms  hastily  latch  around  his  forearm,  her  nervous  laughter  transforming  into  genuine  delight.  the  world  surrounding  them  blurs  as  he  spins  them  effortlessly,  jade  optics  squeezing  shut  with  her  chin  averting  upward,  enjoying  the  cooling  sensation  of  air  meeting  her  face  &  collar.  surely  —  –  this  entire  moment  were  a  fantasy,  &  soon  she  would  return  to  reality.  for  how  could  it  be  possible  to  live  so  blissfully,  when  all  she'd  known  were  cruelty  and  a  polluted  city  ?   though  it  is  not  a  snap  of  his  fingers  that  ends  her  daydreaming,  or  irises  prying  open  from  a  evening's  slumber  .  .  .  but  zack,  presently,  drawing  her  into  an  embrace. 

       &  LIKE  THIS  THEY  WILL  REMAIN,  contently  nodding  against  his  chest,  refusing  to  untangle  her  arms  securely  fastened  around  his  torso.   ❛  —  –  only  a  ‘sec’  ?  ❜   she  utters  softly  against  him,  quietly  inhaling  his  scent.  (  she  hopes  when  she  goes  home,  parts  of  her  braid  continue  to  smell  like  him  )   ❛  how  abouttt  .  .  .  ten  minutes  ?  ❜ 

[starshcwer]

tifa wanted to be stern in the defense of her behavior, but the cetra's mimicry coaxed a sudden laugh from her, head turned to try to hide the smile on her face ( though she could do nothing about the giggles, surely they were a dead giveaway ). ❛ i don't sound like that! ❜ it was the only part of the comment that tifa could say was untrue. she had been overly polite, & the woman's bright smile & kind tone directed straight at the fighter in particular had sent a flush to her cheeks, much like aerith's teasing was doing now. she hadn't thought to hide it, hadn't thought anyone was paying attention. she should have known better, but aerith's vigilance had once again caught her by surprise.

when she was small, tifa had many daydreams of staying in a fancy hotel in a bustling city far away from the sleepiness of nibelheim. they had just been the daydreams of a curious child, but they had come with the imaginings of what sort of food they could offer her–––– more sweets than her mother would have ever allowed her to eat in one day. though this was far from a bustling city & was certainly no inn she would consider fancy, tifa let herself wonder, just for a moment, what they might offer. but she knew it wouldn't last.

❛ sorry, aerith. ❜ her tone was truly apologetic, & it was accompanied by a shake of her head, her hair rustling against the bed as she lingered in her comfortable state. ❛ i haven't been nearly as careful with mine. ❜ though she didn't spend as much on little trinkets or treats, she was the first to offer to replenish their stores on her dime or pay for something someone else couldn't afford. &, sometimes, yuffie knew how to tilt her head & bat her eyes in a way that reminded tifa that she was still a kid, & tifa couldn't help but give in to a purchase that was less than necessary. to buy a dessert now when they had no idea what was up ahead would be nothing short of reckless on her end. ❛ don't let me stop you, though! get whatever you want –––– sounds like you earned it! ❜

[saved-onegil]

       TIFA'S  SORROW  IS  SHOWN  .  .  .  green  irises  attentive  to  how  the  raven  sadly  shakes  her  head  to  the  invitation  of  room  service,  feeling  the  very  corners  of  her  mouth  fall  downward.  it  were  rare  to  watch  the  brawler  display  anything  outside  of  a  content  demeanor,  her  aura  acting  as  a  blanket,  providing  softness  &  comfort  amongst  the  posse  of  avalanche.  if  there  were  anyone  who  deserved  to  be  spoiled,  fed  only  the  sweetest  assortments  of  pastries  and  iced  dairy  —  –  it  would  be  her.  and  o'  how  aerith  were  determined  to  make  this  an  evening  tifa  would  never  forget.

         ❛  MAYBE  YOU  MISHEARD,  ❜   knees  sinking  into  the  mattress,  the  cetra  crawls  to  settle  beside  the  barmaid  once  more,  offering  the  itinerary  to  ‘  tooth-ache-lane  '.   ❛  i  said,  i  think  we  deserve  it.  i'm  not  getting  ice  cream  without  you  —  –  and,  i  won't  let  you  pay  a  single  gil.  this  treat  is  on  me,  for  all  we  accomplished  today.  ❜ 

       UNDER  THE  CATEGORY  ICED  DESSERTS,  a  singular  digit  underlines  strawberry:  one  of  her  favourite  flavours.   ❛  i  can't  believe  all  the  flavour  options  !  ❜   shifting  her  gaze  to  the  raven,  her  palm  cups  a  side  of  her  mouth  .  .  .  softening  octaves  to  a  whisper  to  inquire:   ❛  should  we  just  try  all  of  them  ?  ❜

[guidingkey]

"aerith!" sora's face lights up at the sight of her, and between one breath and the next he's bounding up to where she is. when he landed in radiant garden, he'd expected to kind of wander around a little bit first before actually running into anyone. although ... maybe he'd gotten a little turned around (not lost, thanks!) in the process. it was just ... so much had changed, in the time he'd been gone! radiant garden was ... well, a radiant garden. sora had been in awe when he first stepped off the gummi ship and looked around, eyes wide with wonder. "the restoration committee really took its job seriously, huh! the place looks great!"

﹒⟢ ﹒starter for @onegil .

[saved-onegil]

        HER  NAME  OUTCRIED  —  –  &  the  florist  eagerly  spins  ‘pon  her  heels  to  find  the  keybearer,  recognizing  his  octave  instantly.  his  praises  embrace  her  heart  tenderly,  an  overwhelming  sense  of  pride  swelling  throughout  her  chest  as  optics  scan  their  surroundings.  ❛  all  it  needed  was  a  little  love,  ❜   intertwining  digits,  palms  clasp  together  before  her  chest,  softening  irises  toward  the  brunet.   ❛  —  –  we’ve  all  missed  you.  yuffie  and  i  were  talking  all  about  the  worlds  you've  visited,  and  how  one  day,  we'd  like  to  spread  our  wings  to  venture,  too.  ❜   sora  often  spoke  about  his  time  spent  in  atlantica  .  .  .  and  another  eerie  world,  where  everyday  were  a  countdown  to  hallows  eve.  &  every  tale  he  shared,  every  weapon  he  obtained  as  thanks  to  protecting  their  homes  —  –  aerith  found  her  posture  hunching  forward,  growing  more  attentive  by  the  second.

         ❛  HAVE  YOU  MADE  ANY  NEW  FRIENDS  ?  ❜   making  herself  comfortable,  she  readies  herself  to  her  another  thrilling  adventure,  resting  against  the  cobblestone  pavement.   ❛  —  –  or,  visited  the  friends  you've  made  along  the  way  ?  we'd  love  to  know  all  you've  been  up  to  !  ❜

[say0ranarts]

aerith🌼

[saved-onegil]

AERITH   GAINSBOROUGH   BEING   THE   ABSOLUTE   LOVE   OF   MY   LIFE   PT   2   /  ∞