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HE’S NEVER BEEN ONE FOR A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP. too many memories circulating his mind like a whirlpool. but tifa’s always been good at calming the storm, a rare calm in his sea of troubles –perhaps now more than ever. waking up to an empty space on the bed is almost troubling, making him wonder for a moment if he’d imagined the whole thing. how often had his dreams felt so vivid?

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he stumbles to his feet, struggling to maintain a semblance of quiet grace as he makes his way down the stairs. a yawn escapes him, arms stretching to release the muscular tension from a night curled up in bed. it’s only then that he sees her at the bar, nursing a warm cup of coffee. not long ago, there was a part of him that practically envied that mug for how it got to kiss her lips every morning. now, the sight draws out a lazy, relaxed smile from him. 

❛  gil for your thoughts?  ❜ he inquires, sneaking behind the counter and leaning against it. it’s unusually quiet at this hour, the sun just beginning to kiss the sky with color. the rest of the team wouldn’t be awake for another few hours at this rate. but he likes the peace, the simplicity of it all. ❛ what’s on your mind, tifa?  ❜

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   𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓃𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃,
and she doesn’t respond for a moment, carmine optics meeting the mako blues that entranced her into the late hours of the previous night. cheeks, still slightly blushed, and right eyebrow slightly lifted, the former brawler can’t help but fall in love all over again, just from the smile on his face.

   she doesn’t respond at first, can only sip her coffee to hide the grin that is wanting to grace her lips, pink petals just twitching at the corners slightly. tifa’s mind keeps flash-backing to the previous night, to the confession and the kiss and beyond, and all it does is send chills down her spine, though she plays it off as just the lack of heat in the bar.

   “you tell me,” she murmurs before another sip, and there’s a cheeky undertone as she glances up at him. she sets the cup down, runs a hand through raven-colored locks, and tilts her head ever-so-slightly. “sleep well?”

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.