Apr 7, 2024
These took a while to render, the Church was do hard to light and texture but I'm happy with the finished result 😁
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These took a while to render, the Church was do hard to light and texture but I'm happy with the finished result 😁
Sephiroth: I can feed myself.
Aerith: Oh please!
Sephiroth: NO.
Aerith: I can't help it, you're just so cute!
Sephiroth:...
Aerith: If you let me I'll leave you alone.
Sephiroth: go on then.
Aerith: Say aaaah!
Sephiroth: *sigh*
Aerith: You love it really.
Part 1 and 2 for Patchwork on ao3. Sadly part 2 is unfinished (and I forgot Sephiroth’s horns) but I think it's still adorable! Zack would absolutely get carried away in his EC wolf costume!
Painting Aerith's chocobo costume was so hard!!!
Five times kissed?
She gives him their first kiss before either of them realizes it. It’s good luck, they say, to kiss someone on the New Year’s at Midnight– for both of them, and as they’re stuck in the crowds on the way back to the slums, a suggestion from Sephiroth so Aerith doesn’t get accosted by the merrymaking drunks on the way back some, the ShinRa Clock chimes. The city erupts in cheers, and Aerith can’t help but lean up (and she does have to lean with his height), all the way up onto her tiptoes to press a quick peck to the corner of his lips. Neither are sure if it’s the rush of the moment with everyone doing the same in the crowded streets around them, or if it’s something more. The second is given by him in just as strange of a circumstance. When she’d heard he’d never had the streetfood of the slums market, she can’t help but bring him to it: a little stand in the market area that sells assorted noodles and cotton candy that flies from the machine in tufts of sugar as light as a feather. They stand a bit too close when one strand of the neon blue flies off and lands against her forehead. He leans down and kisses it away. Neither are certain if it’s the convenience of removing it, or affection. The third kiss, and technically fourth, fifth, sixth, and so on is when he dozes off on the church pews, after a mission he doubts his orders on. He hasn’t slept in a week after he returns, and it is only out of pure exhaustion that he slips into the nightmares of bloodshed the mission had resulted in. The bodies lay as vivid in his mind as they had at his feet. He wakes in a cold sweat with her next to him, and she holds him as he finds himself, and flutters his brows and cheeks in butterfly kisses to bring him back to the present. Neither are certain if it’s concern, or tenderness.
The fourth time they kiss is the minute he returns from the next mission, after he sees a woman die in a terrible accident and realizes how easily civilian deaths can happen even in noncombat situations. It is with this heavily on his mind that he storms the church only to find her mission, and he spends the next hour searching for her. When she returns from spending the day with her mother, he pulls her into the kiss he’s been sidestepping the last several months. There’s no question whether it’s coincidence, concern, or convenience.The fifth time is after she stands there in shock, for just a few moments, before laughing and tugging him down by a few strands of hair, ever so gently, to return it.
Un disegno così, tanto per su una delle coppie che mi piacciono Aerith&Sephiroth Dissidia Version