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flamekthunder) wrote2025-04-07 09:12 pm
flamekthunder) wrote2025-04-07 09:12 pm
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...I suppose Beat and 76... I can think of others, but I'm not sure if they would want to. What would we even do?
[Ferran, maybe? Kazuma?? Alphen??? Would it even be enjoyable??? He's not exactly the party type of guy.]
[Ferran, maybe? Kazuma?? Alphen??? Would it even be enjoyable??? He's not exactly the party type of guy.]
I can reach out to them in your place, if you'd like.
And what we'd do is up to you. We could even do nothing.
[ Bold suggestion, but they could definitely just sit in a room and do absolutely nothing. And still have the time of their life. ]
And what we'd do is up to you. We could even do nothing.
[ Bold suggestion, but they could definitely just sit in a room and do absolutely nothing. And still have the time of their life. ]
Fairly certain we'd need to do more than nothing.
[Trahearne. Please. Anyway a small sigh on his end as he twirls the quill around. If he had to be honest he'd rather not deal with this... What's the point of such a thing, anyway? Celebrating the end of his single life? He's happier that he's getting married, why go through all this fuss??]
I would say an evening at the tavern would suffice, but we'd at least have one minor. But I suppose it would be fine, there are other things they can offer...
[Trahearne. Please. Anyway a small sigh on his end as he twirls the quill around. If he had to be honest he'd rather not deal with this... What's the point of such a thing, anyway? Celebrating the end of his single life? He's happier that he's getting married, why go through all this fuss??]
I would say an evening at the tavern would suffice, but we'd at least have one minor. But I suppose it would be fine, there are other things they can offer...
[ Doing nothing is good for creativity!
In Trahearne's mind, this is all about celebrating Eustace's marriage with likeminded friends...who all happen to be men. Definitely not about the end of his single ("single") life. He doubts that interpretation of the celebration would sit well with Eustace, and so he's tweaked it. ]
I'm certain they can accommodate those who can't drink. And if that's what you'd like to do, then so be it. Give me a list of people and a location, and I'll put this together for you.
In Trahearne's mind, this is all about celebrating Eustace's marriage with likeminded friends...who all happen to be men. Definitely not about the end of his single ("single") life. He doubts that interpretation of the celebration would sit well with Eustace, and so he's tweaked it. ]
I'm certain they can accommodate those who can't drink. And if that's what you'd like to do, then so be it. Give me a list of people and a location, and I'll put this together for you.
Wait, can I include the dogs?
[SERIOUS. QUESTION. He was still mulling over names when he thought about it. ...But it might also be a silly idea... Still... ... ...]
[SERIOUS. QUESTION. He was still mulling over names when he thought about it. ...But it might also be a silly idea... Still... ... ...]
Then I'm not sure if they would be allowed at the tavern... Hm.
Are you set on the tavern? There are plenty of other spots around town that accept dogs. We don't even have to stay in town. Your options are limitless. Perhaps a bit more limited with dogs in the equation, though.
Not really, I was only thinking of familiar venues.
[But outside...]
Camping?
[But outside...]
Camping?
Camping sounds like an excellent idea! That's much more flexible. You're not limited by venue size or pet rules.
I suppose the only thing we'd need to work out is a guest list and a supply list.
[ Trahearne is happy sleeping in the dirt and eating random things he finds in the woods, but he's pretty sure he's not the standard here. ]
I suppose the only thing we'd need to work out is a guest list and a supply list.
[ Trahearne is happy sleeping in the dirt and eating random things he finds in the woods, but he's pretty sure he's not the standard here. ]
[Ugh...]
I'll think it over and meet you later about it.
I'll think it over and meet you later about it.
Very well. Let me know what you decide. You know where to find me.
[It's a bedtime just like any other. The two of them say their goodnights to the corgis downstairs, to Eria, to Clover, before heading off to prepare for bed. They get cleaned up together, brush their teeth together, and climb into bed together just like they always do. It's routine, and some might even find it a little mundane or repetitive, but there's something relaxing about it. She takes comfort in knowing that this is that "small thing" that she can look forward to at the end of the day.
The lights go out and they curl up in the warmth of their bed, and Tifa slips into that spot at his side that she always fits into so perfectly where she can easily reach his neck and his hair to nuzzle her face into to keep her nose warm... And where she can whisper sweet nothings to him until they both doze off.
But just before that sleepiness comes over her completely, a thought suddenly occurs to her, and as she stirs, Tifa mumbles quietly into his ear to check if he's still awake.]
... Hmm. Eustace?
[He likely is—he seems to always make sure that she's fast asleep before he goes, too—but she wants to be sure not to startle him in the event that he isn't.]
The lights go out and they curl up in the warmth of their bed, and Tifa slips into that spot at his side that she always fits into so perfectly where she can easily reach his neck and his hair to nuzzle her face into to keep her nose warm... And where she can whisper sweet nothings to him until they both doze off.
But just before that sleepiness comes over her completely, a thought suddenly occurs to her, and as she stirs, Tifa mumbles quietly into his ear to check if he's still awake.]
... Hmm. Eustace?
[He likely is—he seems to always make sure that she's fast asleep before he goes, too—but she wants to be sure not to startle him in the event that he isn't.]
[Another peaceful, calm, quiet, beautiful evening with his family... What more could he want? With his beloved snug in his arms, Eustace is more than ready to doze off the moment he hears Tifa's even breaths, always wanting to feel her steady heartbeat and take that extra moment to relish in her existence secured in his arms.
So he's a little surprised when he hears her speak up and just answers with a drowzy hum.]
Hm...? What's up.
So he's a little surprised when he hears her speak up and just answers with a drowzy hum.]
Hm...? What's up.
[She inhales gently, and he may feel her smile press into his hair.]
... Dreamwalk with me tonight?
[Tifa knows that it's a lot to ask, especially so suddenly before they fell asleep, but—]
It's nothing bad, but... I wanna try something.
... Dreamwalk with me tonight?
[Tifa knows that it's a lot to ask, especially so suddenly before they fell asleep, but—]
It's nothing bad, but... I wanna try something.
[A slight arch of his brow before he slowly opens his eyes and looks down at her.]
Dreamwalk...? I don't mind, but for what?
Dreamwalk...? I don't mind, but for what?
[Tifa is silent for a few breaths and she wonders if she should tell him, or keep it a secret.
...
And opts for the latter.]
You'll see when we get in there. It's a surprise.
...
And opts for the latter.]
You'll see when we get in there. It's a surprise.
...Hmmm...
[A deep, low hum as he eyes her suspiciously...but then there's a faint smile as he brushes his lips against the top of her head.]
All right. I'll let you surprise me. Should I give you some time first?
[Let her set things up before going in?]
[A deep, low hum as he eyes her suspiciously...but then there's a faint smile as he brushes his lips against the top of her head.]
All right. I'll let you surprise me. Should I give you some time first?
[Let her set things up before going in?]
Yeah. Give me a few.
[She doesn't even know if she needs the time at all, or if it will manifest the second she gets in there, but maybe it's for the best that he does.]
Shouldn't take me long to get ready.
[Her memory of the place is still vibrant and vivid, and she's already closing her eyes and curling up as close to him as she can, just to make sure that the last thing she thinks of as she falls asleep is him.]
[She doesn't even know if she needs the time at all, or if it will manifest the second she gets in there, but maybe it's for the best that he does.]
Shouldn't take me long to get ready.
[Her memory of the place is still vibrant and vivid, and she's already closing her eyes and curling up as close to him as she can, just to make sure that the last thing she thinks of as she falls asleep is him.]
All right.
[Another light kiss as he once more encircles his arms close around her, listening to her soft breaths until they eventually become steady. He stares down at her as he often does now, fingertips lightly stroking against her back and hair as he briefly wonders what it is she has in mind. It's been a while since they shared a dream together...
Eustace waits a little longer, not minding at all on the wait as it just means he has an excuse to watch her sleep a little more, to have a little fun and gently poke her cheek while murmuring under his breath the question he has on his mind. Only after waiting about ten minutes does he think he gave her enough time...he's feeling a bit drowsy, already, anyway.
So he nestles back in, hugging her close to him as his chin rests lightly against the top of her head like it always does before he closes his eyes, inhales her soft, sweet scent, and lets his mind drift, his thoughts focused solely on her and her alone, wondering what she has in store...]
[Another light kiss as he once more encircles his arms close around her, listening to her soft breaths until they eventually become steady. He stares down at her as he often does now, fingertips lightly stroking against her back and hair as he briefly wonders what it is she has in mind. It's been a while since they shared a dream together...
Eustace waits a little longer, not minding at all on the wait as it just means he has an excuse to watch her sleep a little more, to have a little fun and gently poke her cheek while murmuring under his breath the question he has on his mind. Only after waiting about ten minutes does he think he gave her enough time...he's feeling a bit drowsy, already, anyway.
So he nestles back in, hugging her close to him as his chin rests lightly against the top of her head like it always does before he closes his eyes, inhales her soft, sweet scent, and lets his mind drift, his thoughts focused solely on her and her alone, wondering what she has in store...]
[Her legs tangle with his, her body tucks itself in against him, and she lets herself fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, and the feel of his fingertips brushing her hair and her back the way she always does every single night. Just like every other time, he's the last thing that she thinks about before she the sleep washes over her and her breathing evens out...
And soon enough, once she's fallen all the way, her world swirls around her. Darkness turns into warm flickering lights and there's a shift from the comfort of her bed into the comfort of something else familiar. A quiet bar at the end of the night after all the guests have left, with the jukebox playing music gently in the back. She has a rag in her hand and she's standing over one of the tables as if she's just woken back up in the middle of setting the chairs up for closing time. There are still voices chattering and laughter ringing out on the other side of the door, but it's just her in the bar.
For now.
Until Eustace wanders into the dream, and he'll be standing outside at the bottom of the steps leading up to the bar...]
And soon enough, once she's fallen all the way, her world swirls around her. Darkness turns into warm flickering lights and there's a shift from the comfort of her bed into the comfort of something else familiar. A quiet bar at the end of the night after all the guests have left, with the jukebox playing music gently in the back. She has a rag in her hand and she's standing over one of the tables as if she's just woken back up in the middle of setting the chairs up for closing time. There are still voices chattering and laughter ringing out on the other side of the door, but it's just her in the bar.
For now.
Until Eustace wanders into the dream, and he'll be standing outside at the bottom of the steps leading up to the bar...]
[When he opens his eyes, he finds himself casually dressed and standing in front of a place that looks familiar... And then looking up at the sign it finally clicks. Tifa's bar, of course. He didn't have the best chance to see it from the outside the last time after they left it, but now he takes a little more time to appreciate it as it once was. Curiously he does notice how it doesn't seem to be occupied, but the lights seem to be on...and he can hear the music.
Still wondering what Tifa has in mind, he finally steps up the stairs to the bar, slowly opening the door to step inside.]
Still wondering what Tifa has in mind, he finally steps up the stairs to the bar, slowly opening the door to step inside.]
[Tifa is busy admiring the polished table when she hears the door click, and she knows that it must be him. So, quickly, she moves to start wiping down the table as he steps inside, and she spins to glance over her shoulder with a feigned look of surprise on her face.]
Oh, sorry. We're closed.
[But there's a recognizable and very obvious glint in her eyes, that affection immediately shimmering in the reds under the soft yellow lights.]
Oh, sorry. We're closed.
[But there's a recognizable and very obvious glint in her eyes, that affection immediately shimmering in the reds under the soft yellow lights.]
[At first he thought she might not really recognize him, that this might be more dream than simulation. But he catches that glint and affection in her eyes, and he a subtle grin forms as he just continues to step through the door, letting it softly close behind him.]
Must have missed the sign.
[Yet he barged in, anyway. What an unruly customer.]
Can't offer one last drink? I heard this was the best in town.
Must have missed the sign.
[Yet he barged in, anyway. What an unruly customer.]
Can't offer one last drink? I heard this was the best in town.
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