I had considered, but they didn't need to know. They already have enough to worry about, so I just took it on myself to take care of things. But if they ever asked, I would tell them.
She's quickly realizing how little she does know about him even now, but she tries not to think or focus too much on it, but her words do come a little slower, more thoughtful now... like she isn't sure what to say anymore, but Tifa does offer him a lopsided smile.]
... You made the choice not to, and that's what matters, right?
[His gesture is surprising, and there's even a gasp as she's pulled to him, but after that initial alarm, she yields to it. She doesn't wrap her arms around him quite yet, nor does she look at him. Instead, her face finds a place to rest on his chest. Tifa tries to shake her head in response to his question, but he'll know better than that.
Bothered might not be quite the right word she would attach to this, but—]
No. Just... Every time I hear about your life before us...
[Her voice grows quieter.]
I think about how much I still don't know.
[It isn't his secret to tell her, she understands, but she remembers the first time she had heard those words from him. The one and only time had been in the hot springs in Camelot, and back then, they had been at the start of their relationship... But she would be lying if she said that it didn't sting a little more when she can feel the weight of the rings as her fingers idly fidget with them under the sheets as they tend to in moments like this.]
[And then a small sigh as he gently strokes her break.]
But I could say the same to you—there's still a lot I don't know about you. And I don't think there's anything wrong with that. Learning about each other, old or new... That's part of the process, isn't it?
[Tifa nods, her smile turning a little less lopsided, and her hand slips out from under the sheets to find his, pulling it away from her back so that she can hold it, and so that she run her fingers along his ring.]
We said we would... after the wedding.
[Promised that they would share more with each other... and that there would be no more secrets between them, no matter how terrifying or scary it is to share them. She intends to hold them both to that promise.
There's plenty that they still have left to learn, and time to do it in... but it's moments like this when it hits her that they truly are from two very different worlds, two different lives that maybe neither will ever fully come to understand and know, and while that leaves room for excitement and discovery, it's still a bittersweet thought.
And as she delicately threads her fingers through his, she sighs.]
[There's just a soft smile as he nuzzles her affectionately.]
Why? I only wish I could tell you more...but it's just sensitive for Lyria that I don't feel I have the right to share something like that without her permission.
[And while she does enjoy showing him the happier things—though Midgar leaves a lot to be desired—it's about time she sees some of what his world is made up of.
Now, she's grinning as she wiggles closer to him. Closer... closer... until she's halfway on top of him, and now he's trapped under the threat of her puppy eyes.]
Why, even after being married does hearing that make her heart flutter and her soul feel ticklish and warm?]
Not really. As long as I'm with you. [Such an unhelpful answer, she knows. But she'll mull over it quietly for a moment as her chin lowers to rest on his chest.] How about... we make a plan to go next month? With all the café stuff we've gotta do, we'll be pretty busy for a while.
[And having something else to look forward to—a break, too—will be nice.]
All right. Gives me more time to think of where exactly to take you, too.
[And he just smiles fondly up at her as he pulls her a little closer, already feeling a light, warm feeling at how he'll be able to give her at least a glimpse of his world. To show her the beautiful skies he strove to protect. The same skies he may be leaving behind...but only because he's found even more beautiful ones with her.]
But he should know by now that wherever he decides to take her, whatever he decides to show her or do, she will be happy no matter what. If she's in his company, then she'll have no troubles enjoying herself on this next "dream date", and all of the "dream dates" that will come after.
With that, she leans down to press her lips to his, her hair cascading down across her shoulders and over his face to tickle his cheeks. It's sweet, soft, and apologetic, laced with that bittersweet taste that still lingers behind in her. But at the same time, it's invigorating and refreshing... thrilled by the prospects of what's to come.
Her fingers curl, nails scraping gently across his jaw, and when she pulls away, it's with a look of affection weighing heavy in her eyes.]
We should get some sleep. Got another long day tomorrow.
[Another long day that's filled with exciting things... More working towards their future together...]
[A low hum into into the kiss as his hand snakes up her back to the back of her neck and through her hair.]
...Guess so. Was the afternoon enough for you?
[Just a teasing gleam in his eye as he idly twirls her hair around his fingers. But he really is teasing. He's quite comfortable as they are that he easily fall asleep like this with her.]
Will she ever get enough of him? Most certainly not, but after she lets her eyes close and her lips fall to his for one more kiss, she slips until she's resting on his shoulder and curls up close the way she always does before she's about to doze off.]
[A soft laugh as he adjusts himself just a little to be a little more comfortable, the arm beneath her curling around her shoulder as his other reaches over to find her hand to lightly hold.]
All right.
[And then he turns his head to give her one last kiss.]
[Sweeter dreams now, she expects... Maybe one of the café, or of what she imagines his world to be like.
Though, in the back of her mind, underneath her content, peaceful smile as she dozes off, she can't help but think back to the things he had told her about Lyria... or what little that he has. It isn't so much about what he hasn't told her, but what she does know now. How she had been alone for a long, long time. How even underneath all her laughter and smiles, there's a loneliness there. In time, Tifa knows that she will learn more, and while that has no bearing on anything at all, she understands all too well too where that sort of loneliness comes from.
It's that thought that she falls asleep with, and she dreams instead of a small, empty steamed bun stall tucked away in Midgar's busy, crowded undercity...]
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[His eyes close briefly before he continues.]
I had considered, but they didn't need to know. They already have enough to worry about, so I just took it on myself to take care of things. But if they ever asked, I would tell them.
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[But what does she know...
She's quickly realizing how little she does know about him even now, but she tries not to think or focus too much on it, but her words do come a little slower, more thoughtful now... like she isn't sure what to say anymore, but Tifa does offer him a lopsided smile.]
... You made the choice not to, and that's what matters, right?
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[He can still sense something is off, and after staring at her for a moment, he brings his arms around her and pulls her to him.]
Are you bothered by this?
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Bothered might not be quite the right word she would attach to this, but—]
No. Just... Every time I hear about your life before us...
[Her voice grows quieter.]
I think about how much I still don't know.
[It isn't his secret to tell her, she understands, but she remembers the first time she had heard those words from him. The one and only time had been in the hot springs in Camelot, and back then, they had been at the start of their relationship... But she would be lying if she said that it didn't sting a little more when she can feel the weight of the rings as her fingers idly fidget with them under the sheets as they tend to in moments like this.]
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He looks down at her, uncertain how to answer.]
...These things aren't the easiest to bring up...
[And then a small sigh as he gently strokes her break.]
But I could say the same to you—there's still a lot I don't know about you. And I don't think there's anything wrong with that. Learning about each other, old or new... That's part of the process, isn't it?
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We said we would... after the wedding.
[Promised that they would share more with each other... and that there would be no more secrets between them, no matter how terrifying or scary it is to share them. She intends to hold them both to that promise.
There's plenty that they still have left to learn, and time to do it in... but it's moments like this when it hits her that they truly are from two very different worlds, two different lives that maybe neither will ever fully come to understand and know, and while that leaves room for excitement and discovery, it's still a bittersweet thought.
And as she delicately threads her fingers through his, she sighs.]
I'm... sorry for asking.
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Why? I only wish I could tell you more...but it's just sensitive for Lyria that I don't feel I have the right to share something like that without her permission.
Regardless, you can always ask me anything.
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[She only hums her affirmation and understanding before she yawns and stretches out.]
I can ask anything...? [Well, in that case—] What'll be the first thing you show me?
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Bit too broad of a question.
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She nudges him with her shoulder.]
What do you mean, too broad!?
[Why is he being so cryptic with her tonight!?!?]
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Let me rephrase—there are a lot of things I want to show you... It's hard for me to pick one.
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How about something memorable? ... I don't know, your favourite place, or favourite thing to do?
[There's gotta be something, even for Mister Lone Wolf.]
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Hm... I suppose I could show you how my world is like.
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[And while she does enjoy showing him the happier things—though Midgar leaves a lot to be desired—it's about time she sees some of what his world is made up of.
Now, she's grinning as she wiggles closer to him. Closer... closer... until she's halfway on top of him, and now he's trapped under the threat of her puppy eyes.]
So... does that mean you have an idea?
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Yes. Now it's just a matter of when we should do this little "dream date." Have a preference?
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Why, even after being married does hearing that make her heart flutter and her soul feel ticklish and warm?]
Not really. As long as I'm with you. [Such an unhelpful answer, she knows. But she'll mull over it quietly for a moment as her chin lowers to rest on his chest.] How about... we make a plan to go next month? With all the café stuff we've gotta do, we'll be pretty busy for a while.
[And having something else to look forward to—a break, too—will be nice.]
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[And he just smiles fondly up at her as he pulls her a little closer, already feeling a light, warm feeling at how he'll be able to give her at least a glimpse of his world. To show her the beautiful skies he strove to protect. The same skies he may be leaving behind...but only because he's found even more beautiful ones with her.]
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[No pressure, Eustace.
But he should know by now that wherever he decides to take her, whatever he decides to show her or do, she will be happy no matter what. If she's in his company, then she'll have no troubles enjoying herself on this next "dream date", and all of the "dream dates" that will come after.
With that, she leans down to press her lips to his, her hair cascading down across her shoulders and over his face to tickle his cheeks. It's sweet, soft, and apologetic, laced with that bittersweet taste that still lingers behind in her. But at the same time, it's invigorating and refreshing... thrilled by the prospects of what's to come.
Her fingers curl, nails scraping gently across his jaw, and when she pulls away, it's with a look of affection weighing heavy in her eyes.]
We should get some sleep. Got another long day tomorrow.
[Another long day that's filled with exciting things... More working towards their future together...]
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[A low hum into into the kiss as his hand snakes up her back to the back of her neck and through her hair.]
...Guess so. Was the afternoon enough for you?
[Just a teasing gleam in his eye as he idly twirls her hair around his fingers. But he really is teasing. He's quite comfortable as they are that he easily fall asleep like this with her.]
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No... but it never is.
[As she bumps the tip of her nose to his.
Will she ever get enough of him? Most certainly not, but after she lets her eyes close and her lips fall to his for one more kiss, she slips until she's resting on his shoulder and curls up close the way she always does before she's about to doze off.]
You can make it up to me tomorrow.
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All right.
[And then he turns his head to give her one last kiss.]
Sweet dreams.
🎀
[Sweeter dreams now, she expects... Maybe one of the café, or of what she imagines his world to be like.
Though, in the back of her mind, underneath her content, peaceful smile as she dozes off, she can't help but think back to the things he had told her about Lyria... or what little that he has. It isn't so much about what he hasn't told her, but what she does know now. How she had been alone for a long, long time. How even underneath all her laughter and smiles, there's a loneliness there. In time, Tifa knows that she will learn more, and while that has no bearing on anything at all, she understands all too well too where that sort of loneliness comes from.
It's that thought that she falls asleep with, and she dreams instead of a small, empty steamed bun stall tucked away in Midgar's busy, crowded undercity...]