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     a burst of self-loathing anger would ensue, the sight of one he loves battered and beaten; wasn’t it his job to protect her? and she had come centimeters away from deaths door, resentment and frustration fill his mind with toxic thoughts of his own misdeeds. he should have been stronger, faster, smarter, he should have done a better job at protecting her at all costs. but just looking at her caused him to mentally beat herself up, with all her injuries, with all the blood she lost– she still worried about his own safety. don’t be so naive, tifa. don’t– don’t do that to him, he choked again, unable to fathom words as he attempts to hold back further tears, unable to show how he truly feels so she would stop worrying. ‘stop it! stop worrying over me!’ he thought to himself, ‘why?’ she almost died yet she still makes him her first priority– why?

   even when they’re in a state of disarray, tifa still did put others before herself. even though he jested by saying ‘good morning’ to dissolve the situation a bit, her response almost made him lose his composure. he loved her, yet he watched her suffer too much. she felt guilt while in a bed on the verge of death, having to get a transfusion– AND SHE HAD THE LOOK OF GUILT ON HER FACE AS IF IT WAS HER OWN FAULT. WHY?

 the ex-SOLDIER got up, without care for his sustained injuries, and wrapped his arms around his beloved. trembling as he holds her, tightly gripping at the fabric of her gown. to think about what would have happened if he had lost her, how much he would blame himself, how much she meant to him. something warm to the touch would drop against her shirt; even more tears to stream down his face and onto her shoulder. 

                             he cannot live without her, he couldn’t in a world without her.

  if the lifestream had taken her, what was the point of living anymore? what was the point of getting up in the morning? what was the point of if all if it wasn’t to be with her?

   and with all of this, cloud would pull away to look her in the eye. unsure of how much further pain they they needed to endure, but he was sure of one thing; he loved her.

   a soft smile forms, a reassuring one that matches all the ones she would provide him when times were tough. he would want to spend the rest of his life and beyond with her– and due to that, he whispers a whisper that would change their future.

                                                   ‘ will you marry me, tifa lockhart? ’

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   shiva’s chill can’t compare to the pain written on his face, the look of guilt in his eyes. g o d s && g o d d e s s e s be damned, things shouldn’t have happened like this– he shouldn’t be hurting this much, shouldn’t ever be hurt like this. he leans in, pressed against bruised shoulder, w a r m drops against the thin material of the hospital gown she dons. the moment d a i n t y hands touch blonde spikes, her breath catches in her throat && she feels like breaking– can feel him shaking, sobs being choked back. he’s in p a i n too, she k n o w s, but it’s not just physical. this is mental and emotional t o r t u r e that she’s inflicted on him,&& she can’t take it back, can’t rewind time.

  he pulls back, gives her a smile that she’s n e v e r seen on his lips, but she’s recognized it; all the times she’s given the same, hoping it would bring him the same h o p e he needed to move forward. she gives him a returned expression, soft and gentle despite the throbbing in her injuries, reminding her that she was a failure.

        “will  you  marry  me,  tifa  lockhart?”

 
she stills, eyes widening, breath c a t c h i n g, heart skipping a beat enough to register on her EKG– w o r d s that she was sure she’d never hear in her lifetime, not from Cloud or, really, a n y o n e. she’s reminded of childish dreams, a pen g l i d i n g across a page after his leaving of home, how she wished he never left, how she wished she told him how she really felt… && suddenly, it feels all real.

      “yes..,” she whispers back, throat tight, eyes glistening with tears that eventually fall– maybe the gods && goddesses are blessing them finally.

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.