[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.
[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.]
[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.]
[Honestly, she wasn't even sure if he'd be into the idea, and so she only humoured herself until now, so when he agrees, there's visible relief, surprise, and glee all mixed into her expression when she lifts her gaze to meet with his, and she gives his hand a light squeeze in appreciation.]
Haven't thought much about that part just yet... I wanted to do that together... once I knew if you'd be okay with it...
[A pause as she gently twirls them around in place.]
Maybe something with the stars... and the flowers...
[It seems only fitting, but—]
Some fire and lightning or ice too? In a safe way, of course—!
["Haven't thought much about that"... sure, okay.]
Stars, flowers, fire, lightning, and ice....that would surely be quite the show if we did all of that. It also makes me think of the flowerworks from before.
Would it be its own separate thing? The ceremony or the dance?
[A giggle echoes through the entire bar when he twirls her around, and as if the whole world is reacting to her giddiness, little blue flower petals swirl around their feet and leave a circle of them on the floor, and as she stops, she looks like he's left her almost completely breathless.]
Exactly like that.
[Her hand comes up to curl around the back of his neck to draw him in closer.]
[He smiles as he leans in with her movement, an arm around her waist.]
Flair...like this?
[There's just a flash of a mischievous grin before the arm around her waist tightens and he lifts her up with one arm, pulling her close as he spins them around in place.]
[It's the scent of starflowers that swirls around them this time, and there's a light breeze that follows along with the motion. Her arms wrap around his shoulders, and her forehead falls to rest against his, her laughter still ringing through the bar.]
What if...
[Her lips are so close to his that she can feel them brushing together.]
... We added a little spark?
[Is she talking about dreamotion now or something else?]
[His lips tenderly and somewhat longingly brush against hers as his voice grows a bit more quiet and he continues to hold her to him.
The lights seem to dim, and twinkling lights flicker around them. But they're not just lights—they are snowflakes, similar to the ones he once showed her that night almost a year ago...that night when, although questionable, they first opened up to each other to the beginnings of those feelings. The sparkling snowflakes filled with that electric charge drifts and swirls around them, mixing with the blue starflower petals.]
[The second his lips brush over hers, not only do the snowflakes appear, but among the sparkling snowflakes, little red embers light up with them, helping to illuminate their blue twinkle in waves of red. Flames flicker through the air around them, dancing with the electricity that swirls and billows the petals about.]
... Let them. It's our wedding.
[She's left without breath, as if that single contact had taken it all out of her, but she breaks her eyes away from him for a moment to gaze around at the spectacle, and little stars shimmer near their heads to help illuminate the room.]
Looks like we didn't even need the practice... [She pauses, and looks down at themselves.] But I wonder if we're missing something?
[He's sorely tempted. Then again, he had been all night...or whenever he's with her. They only need that little touch, the brush of warmth, and he's already wanting more. To fully envelop himself in her warmth and at the same time wanting to smother her with his. One would think he would have better restraint, but it's so easy for them to fall into these kind of intimate moments. So easy to want to give and share in their seemingly endless love.
So he takes a long breath when she parts as he does try to restrain himself.]
Oh? Like what?
[And this time he's really not sure what she means as he also looks down at themselves. What are they missing...?]
[She closes her eyes and rests her head on his again and pours all her focus into the dream. Not the dreamscape itself, but on them. On him, and her, and everything she wants this moment to be...
There's a magical swirl of petals that accompanies it, and another flicker of the lights. And when the wind dies down, the music grows a little louder, and they'll find themselves still standing in the middle of the bar with stars scattered across the ceiling, shimmering against the black, but that isn't all that's changed.
The two of them have changed from their usual, more casual clothes into something fancier. Eustace, a black and gold suit, and Tifa is wearing a familiar short purple dress, and her crescent moon earring shimmers in the light.
When she opens her eyes again, she peers down and somewhere in the back of her mind, she is praying that this worked, so there's a heavy, relieved sigh when she sees that it did.]
[His eyes widen in surprise as he watches everything change. It's transitional, and yet somehow instantaneous at the same time to the point that it's a little jarring. But when he looks down at themselves, sees them in the new change of clothes...especially how she looks, he can't help but smile.]
Beautiful.
[And now he really can't help but lean in and press his lips against hers, his fingers threading between hers for a tighter grip.]
...All of it.
[But most importantly, her. Not just how she looks, but this reflection of her sweet wishes and desires reflected in this dream.]
[She gladly accepts the kiss, returning it in kind as her fingers comb gently through his hair.]
I'm glad you like it...
[Tifa does lean back to admire the suit she's imagined him into. It's crisp, clean, simple, but the gold accents lining it make him look almost regal, especially under the dimmer lights and the sparkling stars on the ceiling.]
Figured if we're going to practice, we should at least set the right mood, yeah?
[The dreamotion is an important part of it, after all, and having the right atmosphere will help. Though, she has a feeling that everything will be ten times the size, brighter, and more explosive on the night of their wedding.
So, she rights herself again, and the song fades out near its end—only briefly, because the jukebox clicks, and it starts itself over.]
[He only smiles as he starts leading her into the song again, his eyes never leaving hers as she's really the only thing, the only person in his view and mind right now.]
Would you want me to be in a tux on the day? Or something more similar to my uniform?
[The stars swirl around themselves each time they spin, little flames and arcs of lightning leap through the air and whip the snowflakes around, creating a glittering sort of veil around them as he leads her once more into their steps. But as beautiful as everything else is, she finds it harder and harder to take her eyes away from his with the way they hold her captive...
It's only when his question prompts her to look at his suit, and she bites her lip as she imagines him in either...]
Would your uniform be easy to dance in?
[She's always thought it looked a little heavy...]
[He's trained himself to be able to adapt in any situation with his armor, so it's never cumbersome no matter where he is or what he's doing.]
It would need changes though... [More small musings.] Unlike other military organizations, Society doesn't have a lot of a formal uniforms as there were less need of them. Might be easier to have an alternate version of it designed instead.
[Here he goes again with the "whatever she wants" thing. She smiles up at him with a touch of loving exasperation... but she isn't going to argue about that. Not right now, at least. The moment is too perfect for her to ruin it with some silly "what about you" argument.]
You too... [Is all she says on the matter before she's tilting her head at him.] I... kind of like the idea of you in your uniform, to be honest.
[She had said a nice white tuxedo earlier, but now that he's planted that seed in her head, it's already starting to grow. She hasn't forgotten how good he looks in it. And an alternate version of it designed, he says...]
[When he leans in like that, she tips her head away, but she surprises him with a sudden, quick peck on the lips.]
I think a surprise would be more fun, don't you?
[She knows that isn't a tradition—that it's typically the bride's dress that everyone can't see until the day, but for Tifa, she'd rather wait until she sees him standing at the altar to see it for the first time, too.]
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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.
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[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?
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[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.
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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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Haven't thought much about that part just yet... I wanted to do that together... once I knew if you'd be okay with it...
[A pause as she gently twirls them around in place.]
Maybe something with the stars... and the flowers...
[It seems only fitting, but—]
Some fire and lightning or ice too? In a safe way, of course—!
["Haven't thought much about that"... sure, okay.]
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Stars, flowers, fire, lightning, and ice....that would surely be quite the show if we did all of that. It also makes me think of the flowerworks from before.
Would it be its own separate thing? The ceremony or the dance?
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Was thinking it could be a surprise for everyone when we do the dance at the reception...? The riverside should be a little more open for it, too.
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[It's a little difficult for him to imagine...but he doesn't think it's a bad idea.]
Perhaps during one of the high notes... Add a little spin to it.
[Literally. He twirls Tifa around as if in example.]
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Exactly like that.
[Her hand comes up to curl around the back of his neck to draw him in closer.]
With a little bit of flair...
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Flair...like this?
[There's just a flash of a mischievous grin before the arm around her waist tightens and he lifts her up with one arm, pulling her close as he spins them around in place.]
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What if...
[Her lips are so close to his that she can feel them brushing together.]
... We added a little spark?
[Is she talking about dreamotion now or something else?]
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[His lips tenderly and somewhat longingly brush against hers as his voice grows a bit more quiet and he continues to hold her to him.
The lights seem to dim, and twinkling lights flicker around them. But they're not just lights—they are snowflakes, similar to the ones he once showed her that night almost a year ago...that night when, although questionable, they first opened up to each other to the beginnings of those feelings. The sparkling snowflakes filled with that electric charge drifts and swirls around them, mixing with the blue starflower petals.]
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... Let them. It's our wedding.
[She's left without breath, as if that single contact had taken it all out of her, but she breaks her eyes away from him for a moment to gaze around at the spectacle, and little stars shimmer near their heads to help illuminate the room.]
Looks like we didn't even need the practice... [She pauses, and looks down at themselves.] But I wonder if we're missing something?
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So he takes a long breath when she parts as he does try to restrain himself.]
Oh? Like what?
[And this time he's really not sure what she means as he also looks down at themselves. What are they missing...?]
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There's a magical swirl of petals that accompanies it, and another flicker of the lights. And when the wind dies down, the music grows a little louder, and they'll find themselves still standing in the middle of the bar with stars scattered across the ceiling, shimmering against the black, but that isn't all that's changed.
The two of them have changed from their usual, more casual clothes into something fancier. Eustace, a black and gold suit, and Tifa is wearing a familiar short purple dress, and her crescent moon earring shimmers in the light.
When she opens her eyes again, she peers down and somewhere in the back of her mind, she is praying that this worked, so there's a heavy, relieved sigh when she sees that it did.]
... What do you think?
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Beautiful.
[And now he really can't help but lean in and press his lips against hers, his fingers threading between hers for a tighter grip.]
...All of it.
[But most importantly, her. Not just how she looks, but this reflection of her sweet wishes and desires reflected in this dream.]
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I'm glad you like it...
[Tifa does lean back to admire the suit she's imagined him into. It's crisp, clean, simple, but the gold accents lining it make him look almost regal, especially under the dimmer lights and the sparkling stars on the ceiling.]
Figured if we're going to practice, we should at least set the right mood, yeah?
[The dreamotion is an important part of it, after all, and having the right atmosphere will help. Though, she has a feeling that everything will be ten times the size, brighter, and more explosive on the night of their wedding.
So, she rights herself again, and the song fades out near its end—only briefly, because the jukebox clicks, and it starts itself over.]
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Would you want me to be in a tux on the day? Or something more similar to my uniform?
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It's only when his question prompts her to look at his suit, and she bites her lip as she imagines him in either...]
Would your uniform be easy to dance in?
[She's always thought it looked a little heavy...]
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[He's trained himself to be able to adapt in any situation with his armor, so it's never cumbersome no matter where he is or what he's doing.]
It would need changes though... [More small musings.] Unlike other military organizations, Society doesn't have a lot of a formal uniforms as there were less need of them. Might be easier to have an alternate version of it designed instead.
But it's whatever you want.
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You too... [Is all she says on the matter before she's tilting her head at him.] I... kind of like the idea of you in your uniform, to be honest.
[She had said a nice white tuxedo earlier, but now that he's planted that seed in her head, it's already starting to grow. She hasn't forgotten how good he looks in it. And an alternate version of it designed, he says...]
What about... one in white?
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[A low hum.]
It would be more fitting. [And then he looks at her.] Should we try it now?
[And then a grin as he leans closer.]
Or should it be kept a surprise? Like your dress.
[He has no idea what kind of dress she's going to wear, so maybe it would be a bit of fun if she doesn't know how he'll look either.]
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I think a surprise would be more fun, don't you?
[She knows that isn't a tradition—that it's typically the bride's dress that everyone can't see until the day, but for Tifa, she'd rather wait until she sees him standing at the altar to see it for the first time, too.]
Makes it more exciting.
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...Then I'll surprise you. Try not to get too impatient.
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... I already am.
[For a number of reasons, and not just for the wedding. But mostly the wedding...]
It's coming up on us so fast, but... it kinda still doesn't feel quick enough.
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