Maybe it was just all part of my master plan... Get you to notice me, and then make you want me.
[Of course, that hadn't been the plan at all. The complete opposite, actually. When she realized that she was catching feelings for him was when she ran and "didn't commit", as he plainly puts it. It is a little funny, looking back on it now.]
It worked, didn't it? Fell right into the rabbit's trap.
[She slides one of her hand up his arm and his chest until she can see the ring on her finger.]
[...This brat. He looks at the ring, the way it glistens in the firelight. How lovely it sits on her finger.]
...Maybe so. Looks like we trapped each other.
[She captured his heart completely, and he ensnared hers to him. No matter how hard they tried to resist or pull away, no matter what trials they had to go through, they still clung and held to each other, never letting the other go.
He then pulls her back into a kiss, lips moving more fervently and hungrily as he seeks and takes more of her taste. And as his hand at her waist roves to her hips to suddenly pull her against him, he pulls back only enough that the dark heat of his gaze meets hers, his voice low yet clear.]
No more talking.
[A light smirk as he uses her favorite "code phrase" before he once again swallows her lips with a rougher, greedier heat.]
[She only manages the smallest, most breathless noise before he captures her lips, taking her and pulling her down into the dangerously hot, fiery pool of desire with him. She had been wading in it, careful to keep her head above water, but when she feels that greed take hold, his own digging their claws into her, and now she can feel herself sinking...
Losing control of herself as she spirals, her head dizzy from the kiss and the rum and the taste of apple on his tongue. Dizzy from the heat pooling where her body connects with his, where she can feel it starting to boil and wind up tight.
It's only when he allows her to come up for air that she breaks that little "rule", her lips already swollen and red.]
[He gently bites her lip, as if to punish her for speaking up.]
We have plenty of time for it later.
[With that he slips an arm beneath her knees and stands, holding her like that in his arms. A gust of wind and ice blows past, extinguishing the fire just like that, yet the air around them still retains the familiar heat they've created between them.
It's not that he's trying to avoid the dance—he had thought it cute before—but if they tried now he would be driven crazy and it would have been cut short, anyway.]
[The fire suddenly going out catches her by surprise, and so does the darkness that follows. From here, the light from the moons hardly breaches through the canopy of their tree as it shields them from the rest of the town, but there are small lines of light that manage to shine through, enough that it lights up his eyes in an icy blue glow even as they're blanketed in shadows.
He may not fully see her smile, but he'll be able to feel it between his teeth as she wiggles a little in his arms.]
... What exactly did you have in mind instead?
[It's so magical out here with the way the autumn leaves and the flowers sway in the breeze that she's partly tempted to stay right here...]
[A low, thoughtful hum as he looks down at the young woman in his arms, the shadows and the lighting making him really feel like he's captured a beautiful bride for himself.]
As tempting as it is to just take you here... It would be better if we were somewhere more private.
[And with a bit of a mischievous flash in his eye, he turns them around and tightens his hold before he just takes them back the way he came down—which is jump up to the terrace above them. He could already perform unusually high jumps on his own from natural ability, but with a bit of dreamotion boost, it will feel like they're floating a bit as they hover over the railing before he lightly descends down to land softly on the wood.]
[She honestly would have been just fine down here, but if he insists—
Tifa's arms instinctively tighten their hold around his shoulders when she feels the wind brush against her hair as he leaves the ground, and she may have shouted his name when he took off. It feels like she's flying with how he almost drifts, and how the landing seems softer than normal when they're up there.]
Show off.
[It's the same playful scolding she gave him earlier, and it's still just as deserved.]
[Just a smirk as walks into the living room, the branches of the tree already lowering as if to cover the gaps left behind.]
And I can't wait any longer.
[As if to prove it, he pulls her up and leans in to kiss her lips, stealing a little of her taste before he continues to their bedroom, a small trail of red starflowers left in his wake. And from there, he won't waste anymore time, ready to once again prove to her how difficult it can be for him to contain his love and devotion to her.
And as they are enthralled with each other, all sounds muffled by the thick leaves and branches that continue to flourish, the dogs will sigh and gather the leftover plates, stealing little bites from the remaining food before bringing it in. Someone has to clean up after kids...]
[She hadn't expected the night to end like this so soon, but maybe she should have. With the intoxicating way the rum mixed with the sweet taste of the apples and the even sweeter taste of him, now that she's in his arms being carried away, it's a mystery that it didn't end sooner. That they were able to hold out for as long as they did.
She really did want that dance and had plans to surprise him still long into the night, but she supposes it will have to wait for another time.
...
That is, if they don't wake up in the morning and decide to marry right then and there.
It's curious... The way that the flowers seem to shift and change with them. In between the red starflowers that bloom is a mix of ones with petals white as snow, their glow so serene and peaceful and beautiful with the way they shine in his eyes. Ones she's never seen before. She doesn't know where they come from, but rose petals litter their sheets, too. Not many, but enough that it leaves behind their scent. Enough that she can feel the silky petals against her skin as she moves with him...
A preview of what's to come later, she wonders, as she affords herself a glance at the ceiling where the white starflowers shimmer back down at her.
And as they wrap themselves up in each other and the bliss they chase together, as her wedding vows begin to write themselves all over her skin where his lips touch her, she wonders...
...
How in the world is she expected to go on like this? How in the world is she supposed to live with having to wait? To not be proclaimed his wife in this very moment so that the universe knows who she belongs with?
And how in the world has she managed for this long?]
[At some point during the throes of their lovemaking, Eustace has to take a moment to once more become aware of how far they had come along, how deeply entwined their souls continue to entangle with each other. For them it's not just an act to satisfy their pleasure and greed. It's a covenant they reaffirm over and over again, etching their vows and promises deep into their bones. When he sees her trembling beneath him, eyes heavy and desperate as he is, calling for him to take her to the stars and the heavens beyond, how could he ever refuse? How could he ever not want the same?
And when the moons have long passed overhead, when after she makes him promise to have that dance later and she's drifted to sleep, Eustace slowly opens his eyes and stares at her peaceful form lined so perfectly against his. Carefully he brushes his fingertips against her bare, marked skin, nails a soft, pleasant graze if she was aware enough to feel it. Moonlight streams beneath the cracks as the branches slowly recede a bit to shimmer across their bodies, his blue eyes shining as he takes her all in.
No matter how many times he watches her sleep like this, there is always a renewed feeling of his love, of how he is always reminded that he could very easily be alone in this room, carrying on without ever experiencing this overwhelming bliss. How lucky can he be to have Tifa? Especially when he considers their fates and circumstances.
And now...they will soon be joined together as husband and wife, yet another concept that felt so foreign but so close he can taste it. Even now he thinks the ceremony is just formality at this point. For a long time now he has already determined Tifa to be the only one he would spend this lifetime with, his only mate he would ever protect and serve. That feeling, like always, sends an immeasurable ripple of warmth that is almost suffocating at times.
Could he ever live without her?
Is he too far gone?
He always believed himself as a rational man, yet this young woman has managed to flip him over and unravel him in ways he is still discovering.
Enveloped in this warm heat, he wraps his arms around her, lips lightly brushing the top of her head as he takes one last inhalation of her scent. One last conscious intake of her very essence before he softly whispers—]
I will always love you, Tifa...
[Even beyond death or the world splits them apart, he will always love her. His heart has become completely bound to her and no one will ever be able to take her place. Not in this lifetime at least. Not after knowing this beautiful joy he's been blessed with, so beautiful yet fragile, enough to make him want to cry at times.
And with those thoughts, thoughts and murmurs that he's often said without her knowing, he finally drifts asleep until the morning rays wash over them and they can start yet another day together.]
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[Of course, that hadn't been the plan at all. The complete opposite, actually. When she realized that she was catching feelings for him was when she ran and "didn't commit", as he plainly puts it. It is a little funny, looking back on it now.]
It worked, didn't it? Fell right into the rabbit's trap.
[She slides one of her hand up his arm and his chest until she can see the ring on her finger.]
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...Maybe so. Looks like we trapped each other.
[She captured his heart completely, and he ensnared hers to him. No matter how hard they tried to resist or pull away, no matter what trials they had to go through, they still clung and held to each other, never letting the other go.
He then pulls her back into a kiss, lips moving more fervently and hungrily as he seeks and takes more of her taste. And as his hand at her waist roves to her hips to suddenly pull her against him, he pulls back only enough that the dark heat of his gaze meets hers, his voice low yet clear.]
No more talking.
[A light smirk as he uses her favorite "code phrase" before he once again swallows her lips with a rougher, greedier heat.]
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Losing control of herself as she spirals, her head dizzy from the kiss and the rum and the taste of apple on his tongue. Dizzy from the heat pooling where her body connects with his, where she can feel it starting to boil and wind up tight.
It's only when he allows her to come up for air that she breaks that little "rule", her lips already swollen and red.]
What about the dance...?
[They were supposed to practice for the wedding!]
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[He gently bites her lip, as if to punish her for speaking up.]
We have plenty of time for it later.
[With that he slips an arm beneath her knees and stands, holding her like that in his arms. A gust of wind and ice blows past, extinguishing the fire just like that, yet the air around them still retains the familiar heat they've created between them.
It's not that he's trying to avoid the dance—he had thought it cute before—but if they tried now he would be driven crazy and it would have been cut short, anyway.]
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He may not fully see her smile, but he'll be able to feel it between his teeth as she wiggles a little in his arms.]
... What exactly did you have in mind instead?
[It's so magical out here with the way the autumn leaves and the flowers sway in the breeze that she's partly tempted to stay right here...]
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[A low, thoughtful hum as he looks down at the young woman in his arms, the shadows and the lighting making him really feel like he's captured a beautiful bride for himself.]
As tempting as it is to just take you here... It would be better if we were somewhere more private.
[And with a bit of a mischievous flash in his eye, he turns them around and tightens his hold before he just takes them back the way he came down—which is jump up to the terrace above them. He could already perform unusually high jumps on his own from natural ability, but with a bit of dreamotion boost, it will feel like they're floating a bit as they hover over the railing before he lightly descends down to land softly on the wood.]
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Tifa's arms instinctively tighten their hold around his shoulders when she feels the wind brush against her hair as he leaves the ground, and she may have shouted his name when he took off. It feels like she's flying with how he almost drifts, and how the landing seems softer than normal when they're up there.]
Show off.
[It's the same playful scolding she gave him earlier, and it's still just as deserved.]
You could've just used the stairs.
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[Just a smirk as walks into the living room, the branches of the tree already lowering as if to cover the gaps left behind.]
And I can't wait any longer.
[As if to prove it, he pulls her up and leans in to kiss her lips, stealing a little of her taste before he continues to their bedroom, a small trail of red starflowers left in his wake. And from there, he won't waste anymore time, ready to once again prove to her how difficult it can be for him to contain his love and devotion to her.
And as they are enthralled with each other, all sounds muffled by the thick leaves and branches that continue to flourish, the dogs will sigh and gather the leftover plates, stealing little bites from the remaining food before bringing it in. Someone has to clean up after kids...]
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She really did want that dance and had plans to surprise him still long into the night, but she supposes it will have to wait for another time.
...
That is, if they don't wake up in the morning and decide to marry right then and there.
It's curious... The way that the flowers seem to shift and change with them. In between the red starflowers that bloom is a mix of ones with petals white as snow, their glow so serene and peaceful and beautiful with the way they shine in his eyes. Ones she's never seen before. She doesn't know where they come from, but rose petals litter their sheets, too. Not many, but enough that it leaves behind their scent. Enough that she can feel the silky petals against her skin as she moves with him...
A preview of what's to come later, she wonders, as she affords herself a glance at the ceiling where the white starflowers shimmer back down at her.
And as they wrap themselves up in each other and the bliss they chase together, as her wedding vows begin to write themselves all over her skin where his lips touch her, she wonders...
...
How in the world is she expected to go on like this? How in the world is she supposed to live with having to wait? To not be proclaimed his wife in this very moment so that the universe knows who she belongs with?
And how in the world has she managed for this long?]
FIN
And when the moons have long passed overhead, when after she makes him promise to have that dance later and she's drifted to sleep, Eustace slowly opens his eyes and stares at her peaceful form lined so perfectly against his. Carefully he brushes his fingertips against her bare, marked skin, nails a soft, pleasant graze if she was aware enough to feel it. Moonlight streams beneath the cracks as the branches slowly recede a bit to shimmer across their bodies, his blue eyes shining as he takes her all in.
No matter how many times he watches her sleep like this, there is always a renewed feeling of his love, of how he is always reminded that he could very easily be alone in this room, carrying on without ever experiencing this overwhelming bliss. How lucky can he be to have Tifa? Especially when he considers their fates and circumstances.
And now...they will soon be joined together as husband and wife, yet another concept that felt so foreign but so close he can taste it. Even now he thinks the ceremony is just formality at this point. For a long time now he has already determined Tifa to be the only one he would spend this lifetime with, his only mate he would ever protect and serve. That feeling, like always, sends an immeasurable ripple of warmth that is almost suffocating at times.
Could he ever live without her?
Is he too far gone?
He always believed himself as a rational man, yet this young woman has managed to flip him over and unravel him in ways he is still discovering.
Enveloped in this warm heat, he wraps his arms around her, lips lightly brushing the top of her head as he takes one last inhalation of her scent. One last conscious intake of her very essence before he softly whispers—]
I will always love you, Tifa...
[Even beyond death or the world splits them apart, he will always love her. His heart has become completely bound to her and no one will ever be able to take her place. Not in this lifetime at least. Not after knowing this beautiful joy he's been blessed with, so beautiful yet fragile, enough to make him want to cry at times.
And with those thoughts, thoughts and murmurs that he's often said without her knowing, he finally drifts asleep until the morning rays wash over them and they can start yet another day together.]