legacycarry:

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❛ i’m sorry for everything that happened that day. and i’m sorry i couldn’t do more to help… ❜ he cuts himself off, staring at their hands until he can regain composure. ❛ but i can’t tell you how scared i was when i found you like that or how relieved i was once you started talking to me. ❜ fear sounds foreign and wrong when he says it, like the piece in a game that just doesn’t belong. it was easier to feel than to admit to it and out loud nonetheless.  ❛ and after that day everything always seemed like it could be ok. ‘cause you were safe….because i knew you were out there somewhere. ❜ 

he sighs, doing his best to fight the nervous energy that’s coiling in his stomach. it winds tighter by the second and he feels like it’ll snap until he grounds himself by taking her other hand in his.  ❛ and then seeing you again, having you back in my life, having my memories be my own again…it made me realize just how important you are to me. i learn from everything i’ve lost and i can’t keep taking time for granted. ❜ a pause, brows furrow before settling on her features.  ❛ i guess the short way of sayin’ it is that i’m…i’m in love with you, tifa.  ❜ 

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   when he cuts himself off, she becomes worried, her grasp slightly becoming tighter, taking a small step closer to him; there’s now only their hands and their words and close proximity to one another, stealing her breath away. he speaks again, she hangs on to every word, there for him as a symbol of patience and reassurance and understanding– doesn’t want to rush him or to push him. there’s an admittance of being afraid and she almost doesn’t understand why. he sighs and she leans in slightly to grab the attention of his gaze again with a soft smile. her other hand is taken into his, fitting just like the other and she looks down at them for a moment until he speaks again. she looks up at him and all of the words he says causes the tears in her eyes to finally spill.

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   tifa isn’t one to cry in front of people, especially cloud. she always tries to stay strong, to be the rock for everyone, someone that people can lean on for strength. however, his words reduce her practically to a puddle. he pauses, giving her only enough time to take in a shaky breath, before the words she’s dreamed about are spoken. a sob slips past her lips, her eyes shut, she leans forward and presses her forehead against his chest. she’s holding onto his hands desperately, trying to commit everything to memory: his touch, the look in his eyes, the way his voice sounded. it takes her a minute of crying to pull back and finally meet his eyes. with a glossy-eyed smile, tears streaming down her face, she confesses: “i’ve waited a really long time to say this, and you just had to say it first, huh?” a teasing laugh despite the sniffles and the wetness in her eyes. one of the hands loosen and she raises it, places it upon his cheek hesitantly, a light touch that she’s never gotten to portray. “i’m in love with you, cloud… i always have been.”

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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.