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Hmmm...

[His hands are lingering on her waistband, specifically that buckle, before he slowly slides them over to her sides.]

Twirls and spins...that would be the waltz, then. It's a simple, easy one to learn.

[She looks up at him with wide, hoprful eyes as one hand moves to his shoulder, the other to rest over where his sits at her waist for when he decides to take it.

The last time they "danced" was back in the Shakespeare dreamscape, wasn't it? Thinking back to it, it wasn't even a dance. Just swaying to the distant music...

She intends to change that for this wedding. It's just a matter of knowing where to start.]

You know how, yeah?

[She isn't so sure she knows all that well, but Tifa breaks into a smile all the same.]

You'll have to lead, won't you? I've seen how they do it in movies, and back in that dream, but... that's it.

Only the basics... I learned it once but barely ever put it to practice, so I'll be relearning it with you.

Do you remember the beat of the music? If you can choose something with the right tempo it'll help.

Hmm...

[She passes a thoughtful look over to the jukebox.]

I don't think I have anything in there that's got the right tempo, but... there's nothing saying that we can't change that, right?

[This is a dream world, after all, so...

Without even touching it, there's a click from the jukebox again and the song that's currently playing fades away and is replaced with another that's more fitting for the occasion...]

How's that?

[He listens for a moment before nodding.]

It's good.

[He adjusts his hands to more properly hold her, and then—]

Where did you hear it from?

Um...

[Tifa slips her hand into his, and dips her face away.]

It was from a TV show I used to watch back in Midgar after I shut the bar down for the night. It was a sappy, romantic show about lords and ladies, and these big, fancy balls. ... It's not important.

[Even if it's no secret that Tifa is a romantic, talking about it is still embarrassing!!]

[There's a slight lift of his brow before he grins a little. Even now his bride is being shy. Cute.]

I'm surprised you didn't want to make our wedding more "royal" themed.

[She shakes her head.]

I could've but...

[Her gaze wanders to where their fingers are laced with one another's, and to the ring that sits snug on her finger, the aquamarine catching and sparkling in the light.]

I wanted it to be... us themed.

[There's a slight widening of his eyes before there's a low, quiet hum.]

Us themed... I see.

[There's a soft smile as he leans in to lightly tap his forehead against hers, thinking of everything they've prepared for so far.]

I like that, too.

[Pleased, Tifa grins to herself and as the music slowly starts to pick up, she casts a nervous glance down at their feet.]

Speaking of themes... We're gonna need to start thinking about what kinds of songs we want. Especially if people are going to be playing.

Mm, that's right.

[Slow, quick quick, slow, quick quick—and a turn.]

I don't really know many songs or music... Except one.

[The turn has her clumsily shuffling her feet to keep up, and she's forced to lean her weight on him until she rights herself.]

Just the one?

[That's both a little bit surprising and not at all.]

Which song?

[A light grin.]

The only one you like listening me sing to.

[Her eyes go wide for a moment with realization before her whole expression softens.]

Right... That one.

[She knows the one. The one that started off as a terrifyingly fitting song that helped them both come to terms with their feelings when they were both too confused and scared to and then, as time went on, it slowly became... their song.

She's never had "that song" with someone before, but she feels her heart do a little flip at the thought.

Tifa surprises him by being the one to twirl him this time as the violin builds.]

What do you think about making that one our first dance...?

[Tifa, that's not part of the rules—but although caught a little off guard, he follows with it before returning to her and taking back the lead.]

We could. Seems the most fitting for it. However... We'll need to figure out the music score for them to play.

[Something keen in her expression lights up.]

I could do it...! I could try writing up the sheet music with the piano. Maybe... you think Phantom would play it for us if we asked?

[Or is that asking for too much?]

I'm also thinking... maybe I could walk down the aisle to it, too.

[Even just thinking about doing that is making her stomach flutter with excitement and nervousness. Talking about walking down the aisle of her own wedding... Did she ever think she would see the day? And with this man?]

[Her answer surprises him, but he smiles.]

I believe so. He may even be able to help compose it. And...

[He's already imagining how she would look coming down that aisle in a dress. He hasn't seen it, so it's up to his imagination, but...]

...I think it would be good.

[Lovely, even.

Although he doesn't quite have that same fluttery feeling, like her it's hard to believe he's even imagining something like this...and that it will be real very, very soon.]

[His agreement has her blushing all over again, and she lowers her head to rest on his shoulder a moment, mostly so that she can hide her face.]

I think so, too...

[Her voice is whimsical and dreamy, almost distant, as her imagination wanders elsewhere. To the forests where the trees will be covered in snow and—without a doubt—starflowers. To where her dearest friends will be waiting, and where he will be standing as she walks down the aisle towards him to the piano playing that song for her...

Tifa has to force herself out of the imagery before she tumbles too far down, and she finally lifts her head.]

... You know, I wonder if we should give the song a name?

[They've been singing it to each other for months and months now, and they still don't even know what to call it.]

[He'll happily be lost with her in those similar thoughts, the hand at her waist pulling her a little closer as the one at her hand tightens a bit, his head leaning lightly against hers.]

........Hm.

[A small hum of realization.]

...I didn't even realize it didn't have a name. I suppose we should, huh...

[Huuum.]

Any thoughts?

Mm...

[Tifa tries to think of the song in her head, tuning out the current music from the jukebox briefly so that she can hear it and the words...

And, with a small hum, she nods her head against his before she's peering up at him through thick, dark lashes.]

Well, Rewrite the Stars would make the most sense, wouldn't it? What with the lyrics and all.

[He thinks for a moment, also going through the song in his head, even humming a little of the refrain.]

...You're right, it does. We should go with that, then.

[...And it's still so very fitting for them.

As if on cue, the jukebox suddenly clicks and a slower, instrumental version of the song plays.]

[It really does fit them. Time and time again, they've come out on top of whatever these worlds try to throw at them. Whether it was to bring them closer together through adversity or if the stars were truly trying to keep them apart from one another, they've won.

She does, however, cast a rueful look at the jukebox when it starts to play the melody.]

Shouldn't we save it for our first dance? Besides... there was something I wanted to try...

[A brief pause...]

Although it might work if I can get the tempo on the sheet music right.

Don't look at me.

[He didn't force it to change, but he does wonder if their thoughts influenced it.]

But wouldn't it be better to practice to it, anyway?

[If it's going to be their song to dance to and all. At least he thinks it would make more sense than going in blind. However there was something else she said that sticks out more.]

What did you want to try?

Well...

[Her steps begin to slow, and she bounces a little on the balls of her feet. It's an idea she's thought about for a long time, perhaps even longer than he asked her to marry her, so voicing it out loud now... She meant to surprise him with it back when she surprised him with their new firepit, but maybe it's better that she just comes out and says it.]

Since emotions will probably be running pretty high at the wedding, I thought... maybe we could put on a little magic show for people, too.

[So it isn't just them twirling and dancing together.]

... Kind of like those dancers at the faire did.

[He had no idea what she had been thinking and he never would have guessed this.]

A magic show with dreamotion?

[Like the dancers at the Faire...]

I'm fine with it. What would you like it to look like?

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