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eat my flowers again and i will come back from the dead and 1v1 you

cloud: [muffled by the flowers he’s shoving in his mouht] if thats what it takes to revive you.....

#cetrae #I AM SICK OF YOU #RKNGJGMNRTKJG

' here , i bought this for you! ' and suddenly she produces a ribbon much like her own , only of a deeper red. ' i thought it would be fun to match. '

» @cetrae.

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. gathering a bundle of dirt on her boots, not preoccupied for the seething of the fire consuming itself. at least until she was back. it feeds off aerith’s oxygen then, only then, and tifa can feel herself breathing a little easier, too, ‘‘ aerith, you’re back——— ! oh. ’’

𝗼𝗵. the sound of a pulse, zapped into quickening. 𝙤𝙝 ! it doesn’t come as a surprise she’s on par, if not a shade prettier, deeper, to the ribbon. no watering down the devotion when she’s on the spotlight: her hands stutter to reach out for it ( 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪 ? ) and tie it neatly to hide her hair tie, never her smile.

‘‘ thank you ! i promise i won’t forget to put it on. ’’

tifa kept it, the ribbon and promise, long enough to see it shift from her hair to her arm.

#cetrae #ok ok ok OK OK OK.

tifa! flex for me!

‘‘ oh, o - okay, sure, ’’ wait for it ( it being her shyness and flush to subside )-------- ah ! there they are. her biceps flexed in all their glory ! ‘‘ wanna touch them ? ’’ and please, let’s not forget her abs, either.

#cetrae #how do i put this lightly..i love women #KJBGFNJFG

“What happens after we die?” oh boy!

» @cetrae + meme. * accepting !

threading the line between body and dirt, it almost seems like there’s not a difference at all. tifa goes over the mantra: ‘‘ 𝐰𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦, that much we know, don’t we ? ’’ it takes the veil off her eyes, a gloss you can’t think of replicating. her enunciation is meant to have a bite to it, but accompanying it with an expression like that can only make one think of a flower closing up. not withering, no. only going back to the basics. a bud, or in other words, a little girl. one impatient at the prospect she may finally know what happened to her mother then, or meet again with her father. one that hopes afterlife works that way,

one that can’t wrap her head around whatever the end is.

why is 𝘴𝘩𝘦 asking 𝘩𝘦𝘳 ? what would tifa know that aerith doesn’t ? it wouldn’t come as a surprise aerith knew the hidden passageways of the soul, routes that lead everything that dies. putting it that way, tifa feels it sink. not realization, just her stomach.