#7thvn

[meteorsfell]

“You know, I'm starting to think you might be better at talking to people than you give yourself credit for.” pats him on the shoulder....idk what he did but he did great

THE   SNORT   HE   RELEASES   IS   CURT   &   SMOTHERED.       cloud   strife,   the   perception   of   a   man.       disbelief   in   the   physical.       shoulders   dropping   with   the   weight,   the   world   collapsed   on   his   shoulders.       self - proclaimed   exile   in   the   way   he   shakes   his   head   &   brushes   her   off   —   waves   dismissively   before   she   has   the   chance   to   say   anything   again.       this   body   carries   the   memories   of   being   kind,   helpful,   productive       (   but   what   muscle   might   replicate   cannot   be   sustained   in   the   mind.   )       regardless   of   his   intentions,   there's   always   something   possessing   him.       the   before   who   is   lost   to   him   now   leaving   him   adrift   &   uncertain,   always   haunted   by   a   hint   of   death   hovering   just   behind   him,   watching   &   waiting,   biding   its   time   to   enact   its   revenge.

BUT   TO   TIFA,   THAT   PERCEPTION   IS   ALL   THAT   MATTERS.       the   little   hollows.       the   help.       saving   people,   slaying   fiends.       making   a   world   a   better   place   than   they'd   found   it.       tifa   has   always   looked   at   them   with   wide,   doe   eyes,   pearly   tears   caught   on   her   heavy   lashes.       if   she   asked   them   to,   they   would   do   it       (   —   even   with   the   absence   of   a   scar,   cloud   responds   to   her   physically,   noncommittal   hums   &   sideways   glances.   )       they   blink   owlishly   before   unfurling,   uncrossed   arms   settling   for   hands   resting   on   hims,   one   canted   out   to   the   side,   bratty   little   sway.       head   shakes   vaguely.       '   i   didn't   do   anything.   they   asked   for   help,   i   helped.   '       mouth   quirks.       '   did   barret   put   you   up   to   this ?   he   gives   marlene   gold   stickers   for   good   behavior.   is   this   your   version   of   a   gold   star ?   '       they   hear   it   on   the   wind:       good   job,   cloud.       you   didn't   completely   piss   off   that   stranger.       you're   improving.

[opheliasgirl]

@7thvn prayed : "I have something that I have to tell you. And I'm going to, but I need you to remember while I do, that I love you." [ . . . ]

❛ is it really that bad ?? ❜

emerald eyes fix themselves on the smoldering plate in tifa's hands , featuring something that might've been food once. really , she's not sure who's bright idea it was to let her into the kitchen , but gaia was certainly punishing them for it. or perhaps it was daughter's own penance for stealing away from tifa's side in the early hours of the morning , when even gaia herself still slept , the planet's usual roar a mere hum beneath her feet. & perhaps the ancient had stolen away into the kitchen , wanting to try her hand at making tifa breakfast for once.

& that had led them here , to a pile of depressingly burnt food being shown back at her. aerith didn't understand where she'd gone wrong , really !! she'd watched her mother cook countless times , & she'd made it look so easy !! emerald eyes flicker back up to tifa's face sheepishly , a nervous laugh bubbling over her lips.

❛ dumb question , sorry. guess i underestimated how hard cooking really is. ❜

& made a horrible mess of the pan she'd used as well. the whole kitchen smelled like burnt eggs , & the ancient's teeth sink into her lower lip , nervously hoping tifa wasn't too mad about all this , seeing as she'd woken up to what smelled like a house on fire. maybe she should've paid more attention to elmyra in the kitchen. her hands turn over & over as gaia's daughter adopts a pleading expression , emerald eyes meeting ruby.

❛ i just ... thought it'd be nice to make you breakfast for once. but don't worry , i'll take care of the mess & the , uh ... well it was supposed to be eggs. & next time i won't burn anything !! ❜

[opheliasgirl]

@7thvn prayed : "You never did tell me the real truth. I think it's 'cause you're sweet on me." [ . . . ]

gaia's daughter stops where she stands , staring at tifa's back before she speaks. the truth wasn't really something she wanted people to know ; they tended to view her with different eyes when they knew exactly to whom they spoke. she would almost instantly become an untouchable being , an angel , an omen , though whether for ill or good no one seemed sure. aerith did not want to be placed on such a reverent pedestal , not by the people she considers her friends , not by tifa.

or perhaps tifa might pity her. aerith thinks she might cry if that were the case.

i think it's cause you're sweet on me.

❛ is that what you think ?? ❜

the ancient laughs despite herself , loose curls bouncing from side to side as she shakes her head. she doubted tifa truly knew just how dear to her heart she truly was. perhaps she may never know. aerith is content to keep these feelings to herself , cradle them in gentle palms & nurture them , to pour her love for this girl into the planet itself. gaia's daughter would be happy enough to carry this feeling into her promised land , to the lifestream itself , perhaps make her thoughts known through an errant bloom to catch tifa's eye , a soft breeze like the presence of a hand.

maybe tifa's wording wasn't so far off : perhaps she held enough love that it might resonate through gaia herself.

❛ maybe i am. or , maybe i'm just waiting for you to ask me the right questions. ❜

a playful wink & a soft peal of laughter as the ancient walks by her very heart tifa , turning back to look at her. for her , aerith thinks , she may very well fold for the wrong questions , tell tifa whatever she wants to know about her with shocking ease. it terrifies her , how easily gaia's daughter gets swept up in these emotions.

❛ ... silly. all you had to do is ask , & i'll tell you anything. just pick where to start. ❜

[opheliasgirl]

@7thvn prayed : "I can't lose… I can't lose anyone else." [ . . . ]

the ancient stirs from her sleep , having only narrowly avoided the cold permanence of the death that has haunted her for years. by all rights , she should be dead , bleeding out in the city of the ancients , she shouldn't be here. she should've returned to the planet , should be a cold body left behind , should be nothing. but she's not , & aerith can't put her finger on what changed from the prophecy she'd been given , the part she was expected to play. her journey to the forgotten city was a funeral march , going alone had been suicide & she knew that. still she went , part noble obligation as a cetra , part despondent girl mourning what could've been. she longed for a future , the ephemeral tomorrow that always seemed just out of her reach. it made her ache , knowing that tomorrow would never come , that the future with her in it didn't exist , that ...

... that perhaps she'd been selfishly leading tifa on , allowing her to believe in the hope of a future , a future together that would never come to be. something like a knife shoots through her chest , forcing emerald eyes to open with a catch of her breath , the sound of tifa's voice from beside her heartwrenching.

i can't lose ... i can't lose anyone else.

had she really become so important to tifa , someone she truly couldn't live without , or perhaps , someone she didn't want to be without ?? was that even possible for a girl like her , who felt the cold steel of damocles' sword near her neck ?? but just as well , perhaps gaia's daughter had opened her heart too much , found someone she couldn't bear to leave behind. if she were to die like that ... well , perhaps that was too cruel a fate for her , for someone she cared for so deeply.

❛ ... ti ... fa ... ❜

slowly , dreadfully slowly , the ancient blinks , bleary eyes settling on her heart tifa at her side , eyes red like she'd been crying. aerith doesn't know how long she was asleep for , nor for how long tifa had stayed there , holding vigil at her bedside. but it warmed her heart , fluttery smile curling up her lips weakly.

❛ you ... won't lose me. you ... saved me , remember ?? ❜

her hand finds its way to rest atop tifa's head , stroking her hair. she had lived , she was still here. not even sephiroth could take her from tifa's side.

[amaiai]

send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse | accepting.

@7thvn asked: ⚠ u know i had to she's like a scoop of cotton candy

Cheeks   of   sakura   blossomed   into   an   even   darker   shade   of   pink   as   she   was   plucked   off   her   feet. 

 "O-Oh,   my   Tifa....."   to   think   another   girl   could   so   easily   carry   her   -   ......   the   thought   alone   was   enough   to   make   Mitsuri's   heart   flutter   in   her   chest.   "You're....   so   strong!!!   ....like   ME!!!!"

[amaiai]

send a symbol for the kind of relationship you’d like with my muse. | accepting.

@7thvn asked: 💚 real #girlbesties potential but maybe of them will learn women can fall in love one day who knows

💚 * immediate friends but there’s potential for one or both muses to have crushes on each other they are just too afraid to admit it.  

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ahhhh, Tifa and Mitsuri would make an incredible teammm. And I'd adore seeing in what direction their relationship goesss. the #possibilties hehe. if you ever want to plot a thing I am ALWAYS down. alwayss.

[opheliasgirl]

@7thvn prayed : “OOF” uncharacteristic clumsiness after being shot by cupid [ . . . ]

she's never been so close to people , aerith thinks , though perhaps that's because there's never been many people in her life before. it had always been just the two of them , & then it was just her , all alone. well , maybe that's not quite what she means ; she's always had her mother , the one she'd lost that day & the one she'd gained as well. but that wasn't the same as having a friend , or a group of friends , people so different & yet bounded by a shared cause , a string of fate winding ever tighter around them.

it was nice. it was warm , gentle & fluttering in her chest , a bird in a cage of bone. the ancient wanted to savor it , cherish these bonds while she could , while they were here , while she was still here. she wants to protect them , begs the planet for it every night , the strength that might allow it. it hasn't come yet , but gaia's daughter thinks it will all work out in the end. these people are so very dear to her heart , after all ; aerith will not let anything happen to them.

& yet ... perhaps one is dearer than most in her eyes , emerald gaze caught in tifa's wake , following the line of her hands , the delicate movement of her hair , the sweet curl of her smile , so sweet & so shy that aerith can't help but want to kiss it , feel tifa's smile against her own , watch that color flood her face. wanting is not an emotion the ancient has ever truly known , at least not like this. she has wished & prayed to gaia before , & the planet sent her a girl. & now it seems wanting is all aerith can do anymore. tifa is always so close to her , arms brushing & shoulders dancing within reach , & she is so eager to capitulate to a simple desire , to take tifa's hand in her own , lace their fingers together & feel the warmth from her hand leeching through her gloves. & tifa , sweet & wonderful tifa , indulges her without a second thought , without a sideways glance.

maybe it's selfish of her to take advantage of the closeness so freely shared among friends , to let that vibrant color bloom across her face & in her chest. then call her selfish ; she will take every moment she can spend at tifa's side.

❛ woah !! ❜

aerith's back hits the wall with a solid thud , head knocking back just a moment later. it's not too solid of an impact ; no pain , just confusion. emerald eyes blink as gaia's daughter comes face to face with the object of her affection tifa , playful smile curving her lips up. tifa's usually so solid on her feet , never stumbling or missing a step , to see this side of her is new. a soft laugh bubbles from her chest , just once , then another , realizing she's caged in by tifa's arms on either side of her. those red eyes are slightly wide , & aerith can't hide the wave of fondness rolling through her chest , shaking her head.

❛ looks like you missed a step there. feeling alright ?? ❜

gaia's daughter holds true concern in her tone , of course , mixed with tender playfulness in her eyes. were something truly wrong with her , the ancient would drop her facade in a heartbeat. but for now , she'll let her eyes drift up along tifa's face from where they had settled on that smile moments before.

❛ you're not hurt , are you ?? ❜