He's always so thoughtful. So sweet that sometimes, she simply wants to break down and cry. Of course having it in her hands when she first received it had been difficult, the scents being enough to turn back time for just a moment, but that had been more than enough to remember it all so clearly. It's not something she ever wants to do again, but with this here now, about to be handed to him, there isn't much left from their lives in Camelot.
She manages to smile for him again, and he'll feel Tifa's fingers loosen slightly on the box before she carefully slips it into the hand that's curled over hers.
And as soon as he takes it, she shrinks back with a flush to her cheeks. No longer does she feel nervous about dredging up unwanted memories in him. Now, she's just nervous that he'll think the gift is silly or stupid or useless.
Tucking a hair behind her ear, she tries her best to meet his eyes.]
... Sorry about the wrapping. I... didn't wanna unwrap it.
[Would it have been less meaningful? Maybe... which is why she left it as is. Now that they are here, together, and are about to find ways to stay in this world, it shouldn't matter what their past had been like.
Whenever he does unravel the paper and open the box, he'll find two small, velvet pouches inside—one with a label of his name and one with Tifa's written in her neat handwriting, each decorated with a little heart. He'll likely hear the sound of metal before he opens the pouch, but what he'll find inside is a small engraved, circular pendant on a sturdy chain with an even sturdier clasp on the other end.
The carvings on the steel is of a wolf and a rabbit creating the circle, drawn into the metal in a yin-yang shape, like they're chasing one another. Embedded in the wolf's eye is an aquamarine, and in the rabbit's, a ruby.
However, that isn't all... and as Tifa watches him nervously, she finally finds the words within her to tell him through a reddened face—]
... Open it.
[The small lock on the side will click with the press of his finger, and it snaps open to reveal a coloured photo of them burned onto the inside. Eustace looks as grumpy as ever, and she's still not sure if he was even aware at the time that she was taking a photo, while Tifa is beaming wide and flushed like she had been in the middle of laughing, and they're both sporting the 3-D glasses from the movie theatre, his sitting crookedly on his face after she had tried to fix them for him.
As soon as he sees it, Tifa shrinks back against the head of the bed, and she grabs a pillow to hug it to herself and to bury her face into.]
It's so stupid, I know...
[So silly and useless.
He can open the Tifa-labeled pouch if he would like, because he will find the same thing in there, only smaller, and tied to a thinner chain that's made to be wrapped around her wrist. Or rather, her gloves as he might recognize, from the bomb and chocobo charms she came with.]
[Once he's taken the box, he realizes just how small it is in his hands...and he also can fully see the stains on it. He doesn't know what they are or how it got there—coffee? Juice? But he could make some guesses. If she had it with her when she was his apartment... He remembers how she had left the room to make breakfast, intending to bring it to him. Could she have had the box then? And if so...
Again there are those glass like pricks in his chest, the room darkening slightly as if clouds had passed in front of the sun. Not completely dark, but just a little dim as he slowly and gently runs his fingertips over the paper. And without responding, he slowly finds where the paper had been taped and carefully pries it loose, not really tearing into the paper much as he begins to unwrap it.
Opening the box, he looks curiously at the velvet pouches before first picking up the one with his name. Again he can't help but slowly feel it over before turning it over to pour out its contents. Holding up the pendant, he can better see the details of the carvings, their little wolf and rabbit motif existing even from back then... He can't help but smile a little at that.
However, it's not until Tifa tells him to open it that he realizes it's not just a pendant, but a locket of some kind. Glancing at her, he opens it...and is once again stunned by the photo inside.]
This...
[...It's when they had gone on their first "date," if it could even be called that. Hell, it was more of an outing made on a whim between friends. But it was also the first time they encountered that woman and everything after that...
Still, the day itself had been one he always remembered. Of his first real leisure activity in gods know how long. And how it was likely the first real day the two of them really started to get to know one another, where that little bit of a spark between them likely began.
As he also considers the original timeframe and intention for this, how this was originally to be given when their own relationship there had only recently started to become real... How that night she had thought about them living together, of wanting to be with him... Of that prospects they could have had and what her own ideas and visions might have been...
His fingers curl over the pendant tightly as there is a swell of emotion, a mixture of joy and remorse.]
It's not.
[He doesn't open her pouch just yet, already guessing it's a matching pair. For now he focuses on her...and how adorable she is trying to hide behind that pillow. With a soft, fond look, he reaches out with his other hand to try and gently pull it away, leaning in closer to her.]
This...is something I'll always treasure and keep with me.
[From where she's sitting, she watches him carefully, eyes hidden behind the curtain of hair that falls in front of them as she hugs the pillow closer. Butterflies explode in her stomach at the mix of emotions on his face, and her face feels hot and like she might suddenly melt away.
When he moves to her, she lets him pull the pillow away with ease, and the way the sun returns to the room highlights and saturates the colour in her cheeks. Wide, hopeful, red eyes gaze at him as she keeps herself curled up, but his words draw a smile out of her, and there's a very visible sigh of relief that passes through her whole body.]
... Really?
[It's not as if she expected otherwise. Eustace had never been the kind of man who would think anything less of the things she gave him, but still, that small part of her worried that he'd see it as just another trinket, and not the memento that she always intended for it to be. A memento that carries so much more weight now than it did when she meant to give it to him, funnily enough—one that is now a symbol of the beginnings of what they've built, and the only thing of that life that they have.
Tifa lowers her arms and her knees and lifts her chin enough that he can see the crooked smile.]
It was meant to be a sort of... good luck charm. [She reaches into her shirt and pulls out the small glass moon that hangs next to the dog tags.] But I guess we've already got those now, huh?
[The trinkets clink softly as she lets them fall back to her chest, and she motions to his hand.]
I had it specially made, and was going to tell you to attach it to Flamek... so if you were ever out there fighting without me... I'd at least still be with you somehow.
[A very gentle smile as he closes the distance to lightly press his lips against the top of her head before lightly resting his forehead against hers, eyes closing briefly.]
Then and now... I would and always will treasure this. It is true we already have a few charms and trinkets, but I'll always find room for more. [His eyes meet hers.] Whatever you give me, I'll always have a place for it.
[He then reaches over to grab the pouch that had her name on it to hold it.]
[He may never know just how much those words really mean to her. It isn't just that she knows he'll always have a place for the things she gives him, whatever they are... but that there will always be a place for her, too. No matter the time or the universe, they'll always have a place for each other.
With a small nod, she reaches out, not to take the pouch but to pull it open while it's in his hand so that he can see it for himself.]
Yeah. I didn't wanna go anywhere without one either. Though... [She laughs quietly.] I don't find I need my gloves as often here anymore. Not with you around.
[His voice is so gentle and soft, as he looks down at the matching charm and noticing how it would fit the ones on her gloves. But he's glad she doesn't need to fight as much. Not that he doesn't think she can, but just because he wants to be there to protect her, to let her know that he'll always have her back and take away some of that burden she's been carrying for so long, just as she's been doing the same for him.
...To never be too late again.]
We can still attach it to our weapons unless you would rather add it to the others.
[She shifts, moving in his direction until she's close enough that she can wrap her arms around him, her smile pulling wider as she leans in for a kiss, all of her relief pouring out of her through it.]
Do you think they would look good somewhere else? They don't have to go there.
[Her eyes move to the side table where she keeps her leather gloves stowed away. She can't remember the last time she's had to bring them out, or thought to. Maybe the moon? Most of those days, she never has the time or chance to grab them, so it's a fair question...]
Mm, a bracelet sounds nice. And if I ever do need my gloves, it'll already be there.
[With that, she lifts her hand in a silent ask for him to help slip the chain on her wrist.]
[His lips make her skin tingle, and her fingers instinctively and daintily curl, allowing him more access and for her to leave loving caresses of her nails over his palm, and she watches him with a newly growing flush to her cheeks.]
You think I could?
[It's not a bad idea but making that something more real....]
Hmm... [His lips over her fingertips.] You could use an element and create a kind of barrier that way... Or imagine your gloves and recreate them. I know some people use dreamotion to conjure weapons, so I don't see why you couldn't do the same for gloves.
[He's started to move again, and he's reached her ring where he'll lightly brush his thumb over it, his heart always warming whenever he sees and feels it on her.]
[The fact that he thinks that she can do this at all, when she initially doubted herself, warms her heart as much as seeing the way his thumb brushes over her rings. It's such a small, simple gesture, but no matter how many times he does it, no matter how many times she sees how easily her hand fits into his or how their rings catch the light together, it's a sight she'll never grow tired of.
It makes her heart flutter, and her other hand reaches up to brush through his hair.]
It's a good idea. ... I can give it a try sometime. Think you can help me out a bit?
[Mostly because her dreamotion is always steadier and stronger in his presence than when she's alone.]
[She returns the gesture, nails digging gently into his palm as she playfully bats her lashes at him, and he'll feel her hands growing warmer. Not too hot, but enough that he can feel the difference already.]
[That's really not much of a surprise at all as he gently pulls her to him so that his other arm can go around her to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair as he cradles her as his lips press against hers for a gentle, loving kiss.
But before anything, he breaks the kiss to whisper softly—]
...I love you, Tifa. And I'm truly happy to have found you.
[His declaration surprises her, but it's just another thing that she could hear a million times and she would never grow tired of it as she falls into the kiss. Every time, it feels like the very first she's ever heard those words from him, and every time, it makes her love him so much more...
When he breaks, he'll see her smile and his eyes reflected in the brightness of hers, and she feels the air catch in her lungs, her heart already beating so fast that she fears she can barely contain it.]
... I love you.
[Her voice is so soft, so quiet that she's not sure she's even said it at all before it's her turn to kiss him again, her whole body relaxing and molding itself to him, and she doesn't seem keen on letting him go... not even for a breath as her arms find their way around his neck. She pulls on him, urging him to lie back with her before she finally does free him so that she can nip at his lower lip.]
So, where'd we leave off earlier before we were interrupted?
[He willingly obliges, gently falling onto the bed with her, his arm protecting her as they descend. And once down, he smirks a little as he meets her gaze, eyes gleaming and simmering with that dark, familiar heat, subdued only by the more fluffy, lighthearted air that still surrounds them.]
[Tifa's arms tighten around him to hold him close, to press him further against her until there's no space and no air left between their bodies. Legs hook around his, locking him in, and she brushes her nose with his, her grin pulling wider.]
I guess we'll just have to make do... Or use your imagination.
[And that's all she'll say before she's kissing him again and this time, she truly doesn't let him go. She intends to make him fulfill the promise that he made behind the bar counter, but she won't be satisfied with just one. No, it will be double to make up for the trouble she had to go through waiting to get here. And of course, without question or doubt, he makes good on it, always so much more than she expects.
The afternoon flies by, and by the time they're finished and have rested together for a while, curled up in each other's arms, the sun has almost fully set. The room is no longer filled with oranges and reds but violets, and the cool light of the moon that filters in through the small crevices in the vines that have now crept up around them. As always, the room carries the same sweet scent of the flowers that always bloom around them, and their glow helps to illuminate the sharp features of Eustace's face when Tifa looks up at him and presses a tender, featherlight kiss to his lips in thanks.
It won't be long after that when they hear the sound of the dogs barking as they approach the house, almost like they're warning of Lyria's return with them. It's probably time that Tifa starts to prepare dinner anyway, so after a little bit of extra cuddling and getting cleaned up and dressed, she heads to the kitchen. The three of them eat at the table together with the dogs around them as they have been doing every night since the girl's arrival—it's something new that Tifa is getting used to, but it's lively having Lyria around.
The rest of the evening flies by as well, and once they have all said goodnight and the dogs return to the ground floor, all seven of them trotting sleepily behind Lyria, Tifa and Eustace continue with their usual nighttime routine to get ready for bed.
After a shower, they lay together with Tifa curled up against him, her head resting on his chest and her fingers drawing light lines over his abdomen as she idly muses to herself, mulling over her thoughts for the day, until a huff of a fond laugh finds its way out of her.]
... Still not used to having someone else around yet. It was just the two of us for a long time... and the dogs.
[Double, triple, however many times she needs. They are starting to live a different life where it's not just the two of them (and dogs) and so whatever chance they have, he's taking full advantage of whatever opportunity they have. But it's not just to pick up where they left off. Her present rekindled that love he holds for her and while it really doesn't take much, knowing she remembered and held onto these charms, had still wanted to have them, those memories... It's a heavy but grateful feeling that he wishes to fully express to her.
And now, after a lighthearted meal with Lyria, he notices something else. He had grown used to just the two of them, but a few days have now passed since Lyria joined them. He didn't think it would feel any different, but... Maybe because it's Lyria, someone he's already fond of, that it does feel different.
So when Tifa brings up the same thoughts he's been having, he hums a little.]
I was thinking similarly, how different it is. Think this is what it's like having a kid around?
[A light, wry smile, especially given how it wasn't that long ago they had that vision... But really, it does feel like that sometimes. Especially with them needing to be more conscious about their, ah, intimate activities.]
[There's a bit of playful, fond chiding in Tifa's voice as she lifts her chin to look up at him, and although the room is dimmer, the only light the starflowers that sprawl through their room, he'll see so, so many thoughts swimming behind her eyes as her voice grows quiet, and part of her smile fades.]
But maybe... Though, I don't know if I see it that way.
[Definitely much of it having to do with them needing to be more conscious about when and where they are more intimate... It's an adjustment for sure, but one that she's willing to make for him. More than that though, it's an adjustment simply getting used to having a third head around altogether, intimate activities or not. While their lives remain peaceful, it's a much more energetic and livelier sort that the girl brings along with her.
Tifa falls quiet again for a moment.]
She reminds me a lot of... me... when I was younger.
[Perhaps that's why she tries to correct Eustace when he treats her more like a kid...]
[It's harder for him, knowing how Lyria is. She's actually quite powerful and has her own strengths, but she's also very weak. And they already reminded him a fair bit of his past siblings...]
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It won't.
[The hand over hers tightens a fraction.]
...I'm more worried about you.
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He's always so thoughtful. So sweet that sometimes, she simply wants to break down and cry. Of course having it in her hands when she first received it had been difficult, the scents being enough to turn back time for just a moment, but that had been more than enough to remember it all so clearly. It's not something she ever wants to do again, but with this here now, about to be handed to him, there isn't much left from their lives in Camelot.
She manages to smile for him again, and he'll feel Tifa's fingers loosen slightly on the box before she carefully slips it into the hand that's curled over hers.
And as soon as he takes it, she shrinks back with a flush to her cheeks. No longer does she feel nervous about dredging up unwanted memories in him. Now, she's just nervous that he'll think the gift is silly or stupid or useless.
Tucking a hair behind her ear, she tries her best to meet his eyes.]
... Sorry about the wrapping. I... didn't wanna unwrap it.
[Would it have been less meaningful? Maybe... which is why she left it as is. Now that they are here, together, and are about to find ways to stay in this world, it shouldn't matter what their past had been like.
Whenever he does unravel the paper and open the box, he'll find two small, velvet pouches inside—one with a label of his name and one with Tifa's written in her neat handwriting, each decorated with a little heart. He'll likely hear the sound of metal before he opens the pouch, but what he'll find inside is a small engraved, circular pendant on a sturdy chain with an even sturdier clasp on the other end.
The carvings on the steel is of a wolf and a rabbit creating the circle, drawn into the metal in a yin-yang shape, like they're chasing one another. Embedded in the wolf's eye is an aquamarine, and in the rabbit's, a ruby.
However, that isn't all... and as Tifa watches him nervously, she finally finds the words within her to tell him through a reddened face—]
... Open it.
[The small lock on the side will click with the press of his finger, and it snaps open to reveal a coloured photo of them burned onto the inside. Eustace looks as grumpy as ever, and she's still not sure if he was even aware at the time that she was taking a photo, while Tifa is beaming wide and flushed like she had been in the middle of laughing, and they're both sporting the 3-D glasses from the movie theatre, his sitting crookedly on his face after she had tried to fix them for him.
As soon as he sees it, Tifa shrinks back against the head of the bed, and she grabs a pillow to hug it to herself and to bury her face into.]
It's so stupid, I know...
[So silly and useless.
He can open the Tifa-labeled pouch if he would like, because he will find the same thing in there, only smaller, and tied to a thinner chain that's made to be wrapped around her wrist. Or rather, her gloves as he might recognize, from the bomb and chocobo charms she came with.]
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Again there are those glass like pricks in his chest, the room darkening slightly as if clouds had passed in front of the sun. Not completely dark, but just a little dim as he slowly and gently runs his fingertips over the paper. And without responding, he slowly finds where the paper had been taped and carefully pries it loose, not really tearing into the paper much as he begins to unwrap it.
Opening the box, he looks curiously at the velvet pouches before first picking up the one with his name. Again he can't help but slowly feel it over before turning it over to pour out its contents. Holding up the pendant, he can better see the details of the carvings, their little wolf and rabbit motif existing even from back then... He can't help but smile a little at that.
However, it's not until Tifa tells him to open it that he realizes it's not just a pendant, but a locket of some kind. Glancing at her, he opens it...and is once again stunned by the photo inside.]
This...
[...It's when they had gone on their first "date," if it could even be called that. Hell, it was more of an outing made on a whim between friends. But it was also the first time they encountered that woman and everything after that...
Still, the day itself had been one he always remembered. Of his first real leisure activity in gods know how long. And how it was likely the first real day the two of them really started to get to know one another, where that little bit of a spark between them likely began.
As he also considers the original timeframe and intention for this, how this was originally to be given when their own relationship there had only recently started to become real... How that night she had thought about them living together, of wanting to be with him... Of that prospects they could have had and what her own ideas and visions might have been...
His fingers curl over the pendant tightly as there is a swell of emotion, a mixture of joy and remorse.]
It's not.
[He doesn't open her pouch just yet, already guessing it's a matching pair. For now he focuses on her...and how adorable she is trying to hide behind that pillow. With a soft, fond look, he reaches out with his other hand to try and gently pull it away, leaning in closer to her.]
This...is something I'll always treasure and keep with me.
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When he moves to her, she lets him pull the pillow away with ease, and the way the sun returns to the room highlights and saturates the colour in her cheeks. Wide, hopeful, red eyes gaze at him as she keeps herself curled up, but his words draw a smile out of her, and there's a very visible sigh of relief that passes through her whole body.]
... Really?
[It's not as if she expected otherwise. Eustace had never been the kind of man who would think anything less of the things she gave him, but still, that small part of her worried that he'd see it as just another trinket, and not the memento that she always intended for it to be. A memento that carries so much more weight now than it did when she meant to give it to him, funnily enough—one that is now a symbol of the beginnings of what they've built, and the only thing of that life that they have.
Tifa lowers her arms and her knees and lifts her chin enough that he can see the crooked smile.]
It was meant to be a sort of... good luck charm. [She reaches into her shirt and pulls out the small glass moon that hangs next to the dog tags.] But I guess we've already got those now, huh?
[The trinkets clink softly as she lets them fall back to her chest, and she motions to his hand.]
I had it specially made, and was going to tell you to attach it to Flamek... so if you were ever out there fighting without me... I'd at least still be with you somehow.
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[A very gentle smile as he closes the distance to lightly press his lips against the top of her head before lightly resting his forehead against hers, eyes closing briefly.]
Then and now... I would and always will treasure this. It is true we already have a few charms and trinkets, but I'll always find room for more. [His eyes meet hers.] Whatever you give me, I'll always have a place for it.
[He then reaches over to grab the pouch that had her name on it to hold it.]
I'm guessing this was a matching set?
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With a small nod, she reaches out, not to take the pouch but to pull it open while it's in his hand so that he can see it for himself.]
Yeah. I didn't wanna go anywhere without one either. Though... [She laughs quietly.] I don't find I need my gloves as often here anymore. Not with you around.
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[His voice is so gentle and soft, as he looks down at the matching charm and noticing how it would fit the ones on her gloves. But he's glad she doesn't need to fight as much. Not that he doesn't think she can, but just because he wants to be there to protect her, to let her know that he'll always have her back and take away some of that burden she's been carrying for so long, just as she's been doing the same for him.
...To never be too late again.]
We can still attach it to our weapons unless you would rather add it to the others.
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Do you think they would look good somewhere else? They don't have to go there.
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As if we don't have enough protective spells as it is.
[The glass charms and the dog tags... That isn't to say they are terrible to have, and she wouldn't say no to more of them.]
If we do, it would make sense to keep it on Flamek. You never go anywhere without that thing anyway.
[A bit of ribbing, but she's only teasing.]
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Fair enough. And you?
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[Her eyes move to the side table where she keeps her leather gloves stowed away. She can't remember the last time she's had to bring them out, or thought to. Maybe the moon? Most of those days, she never has the time or chance to grab them, so it's a fair question...]
Mm, a bracelet sounds nice. And if I ever do need my gloves, it'll already be there.
[With that, she lifts her hand in a silent ask for him to help slip the chain on her wrist.]
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Do you really need them? You could always try using dreamotion to create some kind of protective barrier over your hands so they don't get damaged.
[He says.
...While starting to slowly kiss her hand, starting with her knuckles.]
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You think I could?
[It's not a bad idea but making that something more real....]
How would I even manage that?
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[He's started to move again, and he's reached her ring where he'll lightly brush his thumb over it, his heart always warming whenever he sees and feels it on her.]
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It makes her heart flutter, and her other hand reaches up to brush through his hair.]
It's a good idea. ... I can give it a try sometime. Think you can help me out a bit?
[Mostly because her dreamotion is always steadier and stronger in his presence than when she's alone.]
We can give it a go outside. Safer that way.
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[He smiles as his fingers tighten around hers.]
But first... I should properly thank you and give you a little "boost."
[She should have seen this coming, really.]
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How are you gonna do that?
[He does still owe for her earlier, too...]
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[That's really not much of a surprise at all as he gently pulls her to him so that his other arm can go around her to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair as he cradles her as his lips press against hers for a gentle, loving kiss.
But before anything, he breaks the kiss to whisper softly—]
...I love you, Tifa. And I'm truly happy to have found you.
[Twice.]
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When he breaks, he'll see her smile and his eyes reflected in the brightness of hers, and she feels the air catch in her lungs, her heart already beating so fast that she fears she can barely contain it.]
... I love you.
[Her voice is so soft, so quiet that she's not sure she's even said it at all before it's her turn to kiss him again, her whole body relaxing and molding itself to him, and she doesn't seem keen on letting him go... not even for a breath as her arms find their way around his neck. She pulls on him, urging him to lie back with her before she finally does free him so that she can nip at his lower lip.]
So, where'd we leave off earlier before we were interrupted?
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Well before you were on a counter...
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[Tifa's arms tighten around him to hold him close, to press him further against her until there's no space and no air left between their bodies. Legs hook around his, locking him in, and she brushes her nose with his, her grin pulling wider.]
I guess we'll just have to make do... Or use your imagination.
[And that's all she'll say before she's kissing him again and this time, she truly doesn't let him go. She intends to make him fulfill the promise that he made behind the bar counter, but she won't be satisfied with just one. No, it will be double to make up for the trouble she had to go through waiting to get here. And of course, without question or doubt, he makes good on it, always so much more than she expects.
The afternoon flies by, and by the time they're finished and have rested together for a while, curled up in each other's arms, the sun has almost fully set. The room is no longer filled with oranges and reds but violets, and the cool light of the moon that filters in through the small crevices in the vines that have now crept up around them. As always, the room carries the same sweet scent of the flowers that always bloom around them, and their glow helps to illuminate the sharp features of Eustace's face when Tifa looks up at him and presses a tender, featherlight kiss to his lips in thanks.
It won't be long after that when they hear the sound of the dogs barking as they approach the house, almost like they're warning of Lyria's return with them. It's probably time that Tifa starts to prepare dinner anyway, so after a little bit of extra cuddling and getting cleaned up and dressed, she heads to the kitchen. The three of them eat at the table together with the dogs around them as they have been doing every night since the girl's arrival—it's something new that Tifa is getting used to, but it's lively having Lyria around.
The rest of the evening flies by as well, and once they have all said goodnight and the dogs return to the ground floor, all seven of them trotting sleepily behind Lyria, Tifa and Eustace continue with their usual nighttime routine to get ready for bed.
After a shower, they lay together with Tifa curled up against him, her head resting on his chest and her fingers drawing light lines over his abdomen as she idly muses to herself, mulling over her thoughts for the day, until a huff of a fond laugh finds its way out of her.]
... Still not used to having someone else around yet. It was just the two of us for a long time... and the dogs.
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And now, after a lighthearted meal with Lyria, he notices something else. He had grown used to just the two of them, but a few days have now passed since Lyria joined them. He didn't think it would feel any different, but... Maybe because it's Lyria, someone he's already fond of, that it does feel different.
So when Tifa brings up the same thoughts he's been having, he hums a little.]
I was thinking similarly, how different it is. Think this is what it's like having a kid around?
[A light, wry smile, especially given how it wasn't that long ago they had that vision... But really, it does feel like that sometimes. Especially with them needing to be more conscious about their, ah, intimate activities.]
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She's hardly a kid, you know.
[There's a bit of playful, fond chiding in Tifa's voice as she lifts her chin to look up at him, and although the room is dimmer, the only light the starflowers that sprawl through their room, he'll see so, so many thoughts swimming behind her eyes as her voice grows quiet, and part of her smile fades.]
But maybe... Though, I don't know if I see it that way.
[Definitely much of it having to do with them needing to be more conscious about when and where they are more intimate... It's an adjustment for sure, but one that she's willing to make for him. More than that though, it's an adjustment simply getting used to having a third head around altogether, intimate activities or not. While their lives remain peaceful, it's a much more energetic and livelier sort that the girl brings along with her.
Tifa falls quiet again for a moment.]
She reminds me a lot of... me... when I was younger.
[Perhaps that's why she tries to correct Eustace when he treats her more like a kid...]
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