legacycarry:

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    nerves. that’s something a man who went toe to toe with the likes of sephiroth and diamond weapon never expected to feel. in some ways that’s easier, the choice is clear and so are the stakes. his mind is never clearer than in the heat of battle. but tifa makes everything a haze and even the slightest tough sets his nerves alight. he’s thinking that he could kiss her –that he wants to - but he’s still holding himself back as the thought of messing up looms over him. fingertips dance over hers, glancing down at the way they fit as digits interlock. ❛ i’m uh —i’m really bad at this, tifa..  ❜ a laugh almost escapes him (there’s too many almosts…). ❛ –i’m really bad at this but i’m glad i did wait to talk to you that day. even after everything that happened. because if i did things differently –who knows. but i do know i wouldn’t be here right now and i know i wouldn’t change anything that’s happened between us. you mean more to me than that little boy who made you a promise ever could have thought. ❜ @holydrive

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  his fingertips shift and she almost expects them to shy away, used to the fear of rejection. instead, they intertwine and her breath gets caught in her throat, eyes widening slightly. she glances back down when he does, can’t tear her gaze away from how right it looks until his voice draws her back. really bad at this? but, what exactly is t h i s ? she gives a little smile for reassurance, securing the hold on each other’s grasp to give him, and herself, courage. she listens to every word and every heartbeat echos in her soul, bringing tears to the woman’s eyes. “cl-cloud…” she doesn’t know what to say. it’s the most he’s ever confessed to her, that’s for sure, and she almost doesn’t know how to react. lips are licked and she looks back at their hands with a sniffle, trying desperately to hold the tears back. silence fills the space between them for a while before she finally speaks.

   “for a long while, i hated everything that happened. i think… there’s still a part that does; but, then i remember… that there’s a chance we could have never survived sephiroth… or the remnants..,” pauses at the memory of the church, the way the metal slid too easily into her stomach, the way cloud found her in the flowers that day. “if it wasn’t for you.., being there every time i was in a bind? i know i wouldn’t be here.” she looks up at him again, finds her eyes going from his gaze to his lips and back, the overwhelming need to suddenly kiss him reverberating in her heart. actions speak louder than words, right? but, maybe, just maybe, it was time for words to speak for themselves. 

   “i wouldn’t be here… to finally tell you something all these years.”

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loyalty

a fighter who has defied death itself, stared it in its face and laughed.

pain

ind. sel. final fantasy vii. tifa lockhart.

hope

est. dec. 2018 // roleplaying of 8 years.