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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flamekthunder) wrote2025-04-07 09:12 pm
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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...]