[If he had said it now, today, in a week, she would say yes in a heartbeat. If this were his proposal to her, she would say yes. But if he had asked her instead to wait, Tifa would wait forever and a hundred days for him if it meant that at the end of that road, they could be together. It was in that dreamscape, as Romeo and Juliet, as they sang together on that terrace that she had decided that.
On the other hand, however, she knows too well—better than most, she thinks—how fickle this place is. One second, he could be here and the next, gone. Or next time, it could be her.
The way she sees it, there are more things pushing them forward than there are holding them back, but it's those few small things keeping them from taking that leap that they should consider, no matter how badly she wants to say screw it all...
Her own eyes search his face, mirroring the same look in his. That desire to throw all caution to the wind. It's all technicalities at this point, but as they exchange the same fervent, unfettered yearning, there is not a shred of doubt in Tifa's mind that she wants to marry him. That she wants to make that final vow to him that she and Eustace belong to one another...
When he speaks, she closes her eyes, tears streaking her cheeks. She isn't sure if they're made up of relief, joy, or sadness, or perhaps a combination of all three, but her heart is soaring so high right now that she has troubles focusing on his words at first, so her answer comes slowly, breathlessly, as she flutters her eyes open.]
No, I get it... [While she doesn't know much about the Story Eater, she knows enough to understand that it's a very real threat.] Feels like things are starting to settle down, but it's... still a little crazy around here sometimes.
[Less so in terms of them compared to before, but more everything else.]
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On the other hand, however, she knows too well—better than most, she thinks—how fickle this place is. One second, he could be here and the next, gone. Or next time, it could be her.
The way she sees it, there are more things pushing them forward than there are holding them back, but it's those few small things keeping them from taking that leap that they should consider, no matter how badly she wants to say screw it all...
Her own eyes search his face, mirroring the same look in his. That desire to throw all caution to the wind. It's all technicalities at this point, but as they exchange the same fervent, unfettered yearning, there is not a shred of doubt in Tifa's mind that she wants to marry him. That she wants to make that final vow to him that she and Eustace belong to one another...
When he speaks, she closes her eyes, tears streaking her cheeks. She isn't sure if they're made up of relief, joy, or sadness, or perhaps a combination of all three, but her heart is soaring so high right now that she has troubles focusing on his words at first, so her answer comes slowly, breathlessly, as she flutters her eyes open.]
No, I get it... [While she doesn't know much about the Story Eater, she knows enough to understand that it's a very real threat.] Feels like things are starting to settle down, but it's... still a little crazy around here sometimes.
[Less so in terms of them compared to before, but more everything else.]