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sempiternals2020-06-17 11:32 am
somersaulting) wrote in sempiternals2020-06-17 11:32 am
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Through space and time the path unwinds | @emosey
Tifa's first thought when she wakes up is something about the bedding. Her open eyes show her that she's in the Operation Room of the Highwind, so how is it that she's lying on something soft? Did those guys take it from some Inn they shouldn't have even been in? The last thing they need when the world is falling apart is to start a life of petty crime, and--
Cloud.
The thought strikes her much stronger, much more suddenly than the rest. She sits up, eyes sweeping over the room. There's a sigh of relief on her lips when she sees him, still sleeping, an arm's length away in a bundle of the same bedding. Relief, and something softer too, something that unfurls like it's been waiting for her to find it all along. And so there's a smile on her lips as she reaches for him, fingers finding his arm--
(She wants, she realizes, to tangle them in his hair.)
--and shaking him gently.
That's right. She found him. No... he found himself, really. She was just there to support him in doing so. And she learned things too. About him, about herself. About their past.
She knows that when he wakes up, his eyes will look the same. But will the expression behind them be different?
"Cloud...?"
Cloud.
The thought strikes her much stronger, much more suddenly than the rest. She sits up, eyes sweeping over the room. There's a sigh of relief on her lips when she sees him, still sleeping, an arm's length away in a bundle of the same bedding. Relief, and something softer too, something that unfurls like it's been waiting for her to find it all along. And so there's a smile on her lips as she reaches for him, fingers finding his arm--
(She wants, she realizes, to tangle them in his hair.)
--and shaking him gently.
That's right. She found him. No... he found himself, really. She was just there to support him in doing so. And she learned things too. About him, about herself. About their past.
She knows that when he wakes up, his eyes will look the same. But will the expression behind them be different?
"Cloud...?"