[No special powers... Tifa is a simple girl with simple desires, and right now, she desires her husband to come and find her before even she loses her patience.
And there's a light tingle when she hears his footsteps coming up the stairs, that tiny ache growing again, and she quickly rushes away from the door to pretend like she had been doing something else—examining the tapestries or the sheets that are way fancier than anything she's ever slept on—before he can come in.
...
....?
Except that he doesn't.
Listening, his footsteps seem to be going away from the bedroom?
There's no way that he would not even notice her there? He'd at least be able to hear her or catch that familiar scent of vanilla and starflowers.
With a pout, she tiptoes to the door and peeks through the crack, and when she doesn't see him, she slips out into the dimly lit landing. She looks around but there's no sign of Eustace anywhere anymore...
Ah, he wants to play too, huh?
So, she follows the direction his footsteps had led her down the hall to see if she can find him, quietly tiptoeing after.]
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And there's a light tingle when she hears his footsteps coming up the stairs, that tiny ache growing again, and she quickly rushes away from the door to pretend like she had been doing something else—examining the tapestries or the sheets that are way fancier than anything she's ever slept on—before he can come in.
...
....?
Except that he doesn't.
Listening, his footsteps seem to be going away from the bedroom?
There's no way that he would not even notice her there? He'd at least be able to hear her or catch that familiar scent of vanilla and starflowers.
With a pout, she tiptoes to the door and peeks through the crack, and when she doesn't see him, she slips out into the dimly lit landing. She looks around but there's no sign of Eustace anywhere anymore...
Ah, he wants to play too, huh?
So, she follows the direction his footsteps had led her down the hall to see if she can find him, quietly tiptoeing after.]