makogaze·:

there’s a simplicity to it all that astounds him, but one he never thought he of all people would ever have. it’s so mundane, average…peaceful. it’s exactly the kind of life he’d ramble to zack about, back when cramped hotel rooms and hard traveled missions were their every day. ironic, that the boy who took off from nibelheim to become something extraordinary had only ever craved true normalcy.

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in a way, this feels more like a dream-like haze than anything that happened while he slept. her smile alone is intoxicating, and he’s sure he could get drunk off it –it’s far more powerful than any liquor in the bar. but as she leans in, so too, does he, elbow resting along the countertop as his chin falls to his hand. 

a love-drunk smile slowly spreads, the kind only tifa can successfully unearth from him. even as a child she was able to coax it out of him when no one else could, the warmth of her smile strong enough to melt any ice. is it any wonder he went to hell and back just to get her attention? ❛ then uh –then maybe we’ll have to do it again. ❜  he replies, voice softening. ❛ but i know i can honestly say i’ve never slept better in my life too.  ❜

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   he’s leaning in closer and she’s sure that he can hear the way her heartbeat quickens, thudding so beautifully in the pit of her stomach. childhood dreams awakening, a living reality, she’s sure her younger self wouldn’t believe this, just as much as she still doesn’t believe it’s all happening. mimicking her position, she can’t help the grin widening and the small laugh that sneaks past, shoulders shaking slightly.

   tifa moves her hand away, lets her head fall slightly, raven-locks hiding the vibrant blush spreading along cheekbones. she covers her face, quiets uncontrollable giggles – her hands move south, enough to show her eyes and nose and reddened apples, the glow in ruby-optics so brightened from accompanied hues.

   she’s so smitten, whipped, utterly in-love.

   and then his voice – soft, just enough for her, and only her, to hear and she practically melts, so in awe of him and the walls he’s let down around her.

   “ y’know – i really would like that. ” head tilts to the side, tresses falling over one shoulder from the movement, and she places her hands down on the cool wooden countertop, facing upwards; inviting and enticing him. “ it’d be such a shame if it was a one time thing. ”

   please, don’t let it be a one time thing.

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.