[She closes her eyes and rests her head on his again and pours all her focus into the dream. Not the dreamscape itself, but on them. On him, and her, and everything she wants this moment to be...
There's a magical swirl of petals that accompanies it, and another flicker of the lights. And when the wind dies down, the music grows a little louder, and they'll find themselves still standing in the middle of the bar with stars scattered across the ceiling, shimmering against the black, but that isn't all that's changed.
The two of them have changed from their usual, more casual clothes into something fancier. Eustace, a black and gold suit, and Tifa is wearing a familiar short purple dress, and her crescent moon earring shimmers in the light.
When she opens her eyes again, she peers down and somewhere in the back of her mind, she is praying that this worked, so there's a heavy, relieved sigh when she sees that it did.]
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There's a magical swirl of petals that accompanies it, and another flicker of the lights. And when the wind dies down, the music grows a little louder, and they'll find themselves still standing in the middle of the bar with stars scattered across the ceiling, shimmering against the black, but that isn't all that's changed.
The two of them have changed from their usual, more casual clothes into something fancier. Eustace, a black and gold suit, and Tifa is wearing a familiar short purple dress, and her crescent moon earring shimmers in the light.
When she opens her eyes again, she peers down and somewhere in the back of her mind, she is praying that this worked, so there's a heavy, relieved sigh when she sees that it did.]
... What do you think?