starter for @makogaze​ / post-thread.

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   it’s still relatively early in the morning when she comes down the stairs, careful with her steps as to not wake the bar’s upstairs inhabitants. she starts habitually, her body on auto-pilot, and it’s all normal – nothing different or out of place.

   that is, until she sits at the bar and sips on a freshly brewed cup of coffee, an over-sized cardigan the only thing bringing warmth to her form, clad in only a pair of sleep shorts and a tank-top, despite the morning chill that sweeps over Edge. her mind flutters to the previous night – a night that started off so simple and ended with unexpected, unplanned moments of confessions and firsts only witnessed by themselves and the Goddess above.

   tifa can feel her cheeks heating up and she chokes slightly on the warm liquid, covers her mouth with her hand to quiet herself and not cause too much commotion. she waves it off to herself, then takes a deep breath.

   it settles and she’s gone back into her mind, pondering what all of it could now mean, and can only wonder what these days moving forward would be like. she’s too far into her thoughts to even hear descending footsteps.

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.