Aromas from the flowers wafted in the air around the two young women as they lay in the grass. Celes ran a hand through Tifa’s hair, combing through it with her fingers. As she weaved the other woman’s dark tresses into a loose French braid, she couldn’t help but smile - Tifa’s hair was soft as silk and smelled absolutely like heaven.
Oh, how they would both miss this–
“For now, we can.” Celes stopped to ponder for a moment. “Soon, I’m joining SOLDIER. When I come back, Tifa, I will be a better woman. I’ll do my best to protect you.”
Celes rose from the ground, approaching a bush of white roses. This bush was her very childhood - she had helped her mother plant it when she was still very little. Taking a single rose in her hands, Celes returned to Tifa. “That… is my promise to you.” She whispered as she placed the rose in Tifa’s hair, just above her ear.
– moments like these that they wished could go on forever.
SOLDIER, the mighty ShinRa military force...
Tifa nearly muses alound, lips pursing as thoughts scattered like plucked petals taking to the wind beneath them, her thoughts held tightly to such a proclamation- a promise. Their promise made of moonlit serenity and twinkling stars. Though she wants more than anything to smile underlying worry and realization force her to hide silent woes against the arch of Celes’ shoulder where carmaine eyes squeeze tightly shut in effort to chase her uneasiness away.
It was finally happening. Her childhood friend, her Celes was leaving her with nothing more than the sweet scent of flowers carried from their secret getaway spot and the promise of becoming her hero.
Like... Sephiroth.
Once the rose is placed Tifa can no longer deny herself, a heart forever yearning beneath their Nibelheim sky, arms wrapping around the other’s neck tightly if only to keep here there forevermore.
“Then, I’ll be waiting! Right here in our spot when you return.”