It's not a test, or a reminder, but an affirmation that he knows what she feels, because she's always known that he's had those same feelings, too. He had been able to face them sooner, perhaps as soon as the time his heart had been consumed by that magic creature. It didn't make him this way, but it only awakened these things, not so unlike the dream. This... This had been Tifa's. This dream has turned into the thing she needed for her to realize and accept that she was no different. No matter how ugly those feelings were, no matter how irrational or terrible she felt for having them, they were part of her. An affirmation that they belong together. To one another...
And more than that, it's an affirmation that he accepts her the same way she has him.
Like the vines that begin to coil around the bed, they've threaded their feelings tight to keep the other close—to wrap around and protect them, what they have, what they've created. To keep everything else out and create a world where it's only the two of them.
Her forehead falls against his at last, and she breathes a sigh over his lips, her nose nuzzling his. She takes him in for a moment, allowing herself to savour in this freeing feeling in her chest at finally embracing her every want and desire, and at pushing past the things that plague her.]
I don't like these feelings... [She brushes her lips over his.] So, help me... [Her eyes flutter open so that she can look into his, the depths of her words pooling deep in them.] Help me understand...
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It's not a test, or a reminder, but an affirmation that he knows what she feels, because she's always known that he's had those same feelings, too. He had been able to face them sooner, perhaps as soon as the time his heart had been consumed by that magic creature. It didn't make him this way, but it only awakened these things, not so unlike the dream. This... This had been Tifa's. This dream has turned into the thing she needed for her to realize and accept that she was no different. No matter how ugly those feelings were, no matter how irrational or terrible she felt for having them, they were part of her. An affirmation that they belong together. To one another...
And more than that, it's an affirmation that he accepts her the same way she has him.
Like the vines that begin to coil around the bed, they've threaded their feelings tight to keep the other close—to wrap around and protect them, what they have, what they've created. To keep everything else out and create a world where it's only the two of them.
Her forehead falls against his at last, and she breathes a sigh over his lips, her nose nuzzling his. She takes him in for a moment, allowing herself to savour in this freeing feeling in her chest at finally embracing her every want and desire, and at pushing past the things that plague her.]
I don't like these feelings... [She brushes her lips over his.] So, help me... [Her eyes flutter open so that she can look into his, the depths of her words pooling deep in them.] Help me understand...