xzidane·:           

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  He could only blink as her hand messes with his hair a bit. Normally a quip would emit but instead, he could only hum contently. A hand rises and cups his chin in contemplation of her words. He’s still not convinced but it may be best to let it slide than cause her worry.

          “I guess so… it’s just- no you’re right I’m just me and they have to accept it.”

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   a nod accompanied by a grin, the brawler crosses her arms. 

   “ that’s the only thing you can really do. some people take a lot longer to understand, but just be firm in who you are and let things take it’s course. ”

   it took her years to figure that out.

@ofgunblade​ said: 

“Here, squeeze my hand. You can hold onto me. I’m real, I’m 
not going anywhere.”
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   shaky breaths and hand clutching his, the brunette is struggling to differentiate what is reality and what is… not. nightmares that plague her mind, though not often, leave Tifa a mess; the feeling of flames licking at her skin linger and keep her burning from the inside out.

   but then, a soothing voice.

   she squeezes, very slightly in response, knees drawing upwards to her chest as she curls into herself, suppressing the tears that gather in her eyes and closes her throat. a touch to her shoulder and she flinches, shakes her head and can’t stop the whimper that slips past pink petals; the hand upon bare skin is soft, warm, gentle – everything that inhabits her conscious behind closed doors is not.

   ‘ i’m not going anywhere, ‘ he says and it’s so far away, so distorted, and yet – clear as day.

   “s - squall…” a rasp between lips forms from a raw throat and she tries to breathe, tries to think clearly. “d - don’t… g - g… o.” she leans forward, towards him, towards the solace that wraps around her form, trembling.

   nights like these aren’t too often, but when they happen, it renders the brawler helpless, vulnerable, undeniably raw – but having the swordsman by her side, ever patient, ever so willing to listen and watch her signs when she can’t even speak?

                                                           she’s truly grateful.

xzidane‌:

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         “You ever get the feeling no one takes you seriously?”

   He’s obviously asking for himself but she didn’t seem the type to mince words. Something he very much appreciated in a person. Still, blues remain on her awaiting a response as he wasn’t one to get personal too often but when a moment allowed it this happens.

@osolars​ starter call

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            ❝      hm… sometimes. jus’ gotta find the right people who will, y’know ??    ❞

            a smile with a small head-tilt, the brawler ruffles the younger’s hair a tad. she never minds the conversation, or the questions being asked; though, they don’t come from zidane too often, she appreciates it – helps with keeping her mind distracted.

            ❝      you shouldn’t worry about it too much – what people think of you.    ❞
           

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.