seventh shot ⊗ open october log

[flamekthunder]

🧙 WHO: Eustace and anyone
⚔️️ WHAT: various quests
🕒 WHEN: throughout October
🗺️ WHERE: various
⚠️ WARNINGS: none except depictions of death for headless horseman task and any potential violence that might happen in the combat oriented prompts

⊗ a: task - pumpkin mayhem

[It's only by chance that Eustace narrowly dodges a pumpkin that just whizzes by his head, frowning as he stares at the flying gourd. At first he thought someone recklessly threw it, but then he sees it actually stop in mid-air and fling itself back towards him. Realizing it's moving on its own, he once again rolls out of the way, unholstering his gun as he does before quickly aiming and firing a bolt of lightning. It's a perfect shot, hitting it squarely in the center to cause it to explode into smaller pieces and fall to the ground below.]

...Was it cursed?

[Somehow he wouldn't be surprised if so, but hearing some shouts as more pumpkins roll and fly about disrupts his thoughts and he heads over to try and help take care of them. He doesn't necessarily want to shoot them given the mess they can make, but he sometimes doesn't have much of a choice. So hopefully no one gets too much pumpkin splatter on them.

BONUS: When not dealing with the pumpkins, if he is managed to get dragged into a patch he may be persuaded to decorate one (though he'll be wary and suspicious if he's learned that the pumpkins might come to life from there). But if he does decorate one, it'll be dog themed.]

⊗ b: task - don't lose your head

[Hearing about the Headless Horseman prompts Eustace to head back, a trip made easier thanks to having received the Celliwig totem earlier. Since it's difficult to track its movements, Eustace takes an area to help cover.

1. Helping...Paw? Although he could just stick to a perch and be ready to snipe, it leaves a bad taste in his mouth when he could also be helping. So when someone else is on guard, he drops down to do what he can, be it just clearing out rubble and debris or transporting the dead. That includes turning into a dog and try to help sniff out or dig out any remains. It's not the most pleasant work and it would be better if there weren't any, but he's fairly immune to the sad, grisly aspect of it.

2. Fighting the Horseman. When the Horseman does arrive, should he be at his perch he'll instantly fire a few shots of lightning down at it in attempts to deal damage as well as stun it, but he can't be too sure if his lightning will have that kind of effect. Regardless, he'll provide cover fire for anyone fighting on the ground.]

⊗ c: tdm - not quite puppy parade

[It's probably not too surprising to find Eustace making a small stop to look at the adoption fair. And as an animal mage, he figures he could help out if needed.

For now, he just looks over the pens with a curious eye when one he spots one of those hamsters toddling about. It doesn't take long for him to catch up to it and pick it up. But then there's another. ...And another one.

...

At some point, Eustace has an armful of hamsters including a few that managed to climb up on top of his head and shoulders.]

...Those wings won't save you if you fall, you know.

[Just a small sigh as he carefully makes his way through the crowd to try and bring them back. Anyone want to help???]

⊗ d: wildcard

[He'll also be hunting the forests to help bring in extra meat and other resources, so could have some run ins there! Considered the Forest of Fachan prompt line but might be better as dedicated with one or two people. Can do the other quests, and it's likely he might end up getting involved in the Suns out, Guns out task in the sense of trying to intervene any unnecessary violence, so that's another option. If interested in anything else not included here, just hit me up on laenavesse or discord and we can work something out!]

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[starshower]

[It all happens faster than Tifa's capable of processing right now: that burst of wind, the itch of his hair on her face, his eyes hovering above and as wide-eyed as her own, the thumb that brushes away the hot tears, and the strong arms that pull her into him. Tifa allows herself to crash against his chest with all of her weight, relaxing as she curls up in them.

Don't hold back. It's fine. I'm here for you.

Those were the words she needed to let everything come out in full force, and not just the things she's felt since coming to Camelot. The memories of leaving Midgar behind, of finding her bar in ruins, watching the plate fall over the place she called home, and the fires that stung her skin in Nibelheim. Everything—she lets it all out in sobs, louder and more powerful. They make her shake and grabbing onto him is all Tifa can do to not let herself be completely consumed by it all.

She tried to be strong for him. For her, and everyone else, but even the strongest fall sometimes, and they need someone to catch them.

As long as he'll let her, Tifa will stay there, crying into and soaking his shoulder. The sobs come and go in waves, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath in between, but they'll die down eventually, long enough for her to let her hands fall from his chest and for her to lift her head just far enough so she can speak to him and not into him.

Tifa still feels silly for crying about all of this, or crying at all, but... she realizes now that she's needed this.

...

Trying to lighten the mood and steer any lingering attention away from the fact that she spent so long like this, she pushes herself away now—only slightly—with a shaky laugh, but it comes out more as a breath.]

Welcome back.

[flamekthunder]

[That feeling in his chest changes into more of an ache as she breaks down, his arms automatically tightening around her as he holds her close to him. He can only close his eyes and press his face against the top of her head as he listens and feels all of her emotions pour out onto him, remaining steadfast as he absorbs it all and continues to support her.

It's not the first time he's heard someone's heartwrenching wails, not the first time he's seen the raw emotions. He's even had his own share even if that had been from a distant past. But although he always felt pity or sympathy, he never felt as moved and frustrated as he does now. Never had he felt so helpless and wanting to do something to stop them from feeling this way. Yet here with Tifa in his arms, he feels exactly that. Maybe it's only because she's the first one to be like this since his own heart had opened up from its once frozen state. Maybe it's only because he's allowing himself to feel more than he used to. Maybe he could have felt like this with anyone else and she just happened to be the one right now.

Or maybe it's something else.

He doesn't know. He probably won't know for a while. All he does know is that this feeling is suffocating. Even if he remains calm on the outside, it's as if some kind of spark is kindling inside, making him restless. Yet he suppresses it and only waits—waits for her to let it out, waits for her to calm down on her own. Slowly he'll rub her back, a hand drifting to thread through her hair and support the back of her head as he keeps her nestled close against him. Waits for her to loosen that hold on him and look at him, his gaze calm and quiet even when she pushes back a little more.

Hearing her words and that shaky laugh... There's a small tug at the corner of his lips as he goes along with it.]

...I'm back.

[Even if he had never left her he knows what she means. Yet... Why does saying those two little words sound different despite having said it to countless people before?

He reaches up to once again slowly brush his thumb against her cheek and under her eyes, pushing back a few long strands of hair away.]

But this is the second time... You're not going to cry every time I return, are you?

[starshower]

[There's an odd flutter in her stomach when his thumb comes to brush under her eyes again. It's not so unfamiliar that she doesn't recognize what it is, but it's jarring enough that she loses her breath for a moment, it catching in the back of her throat instead. She wants to reach out and take his hand in hers, to hold it and keep it where it is, but that feels like too much... So, she wipes it against her tear-stained cheeks.

Is he... making a joke right now? Of all the times, she thinks to herself, but she isn't mad. It draws a small laugh out of her, and a sad smile.

"I'm back" — they're so simple, those words, but for whatever reason she doesn't have the strength to pinpoint right now, they mean so much to her coming from him. All her life, she'd felt abandoned and alone, living every day wishing that she wouldn't be so alone, and fearing that the people who did come to her would return each day to see her again.

Knowing that she can count on him to always come back? That means the most to her right now, and it takes all of the fortitude she has left not to let herself break down again. He'll see the tears welling up once more before she looks away, and they pour down her cheeks. Damn, she'd just wiped them clean, too.

Tifa pushes a fist against his chest, and in turn, it pushes her a little further away.]

I'll try not to.

[She's withdrawing now, that fluttering in her stomach and chest only growing until it's uncomfortable.]

As long as you keep out of trouble next time.

[flamekthunder]

[He feels her pushing away from him—not just physically but...emotionally as well. He could just let it go, it wouldn't be that unusual. It's not like he tried very hard to keep close connections until more recently, and it wouldn't be wrong for her to want some space. Yet because she's crying again, upset over...something again, he can't seem to let it go.

So before the hand that's on his chest is able to move away, his own covers it, stopping her from pulling away any further.]

Tifa.

[His voice is a low rumble as his other hand reaches back to lightly touch her face, making her look at him. Instead of responding to what she said, he just stares at her, his expression loosening a bit to something a little...worried. Uncertain.]

...I don't normally comfort people like this so I don't really know what I should do or what would be right for you. What I do know is... [That he doesn't like seeing her like this. That it bothers him more than it should and he doesn't know why. That he prefers when she's smiling and not trying to put up a front. That he wants to stop it but he has no idea how.] ...You don't need to hide it...at least not from me.

[Instead of saying his true thoughts, he pulls her back to him, his arms encircling her firmly so that she can't push away from him too easily.]

So just use me. I'll...be here for you.

[He wanted to say "always," but he knows far too well that he can't make that kind of promise. Not when no one knows when they could leave this place. Besides, that's probably too...heavy of a promise. Too "intimate." But at least this much—at least being there for her when she needs it for as long as he's able. He can do at least that much.

...No, he wants to be the one. To be the one that's with her when she's feeling so vulnerable and alone, to be the one to provide her comfort and the only one to see her like this. It's a strange feeling and he won't think about it right now...or rather, he already has an inkling of what it is and has been both unconsciously and consciously suppressing it. But right now that's what's currently pulsing through him the longer he holds her like this.

And the longer he holds her, the more his conviction to keep his usual distance wavers.]

[starshower]

[The way he holds her gaze like that is alarming, but what's more startling is the way her heart tries to leap out of her chest when he says her name, and the way its beating seems to drown the rest of his words out of her head. It's so terrifying that she wants nothing more than to get up and run, hide away somewhere until whatever torrent of emotions this is settles, but then he's pulling her to him again, and holding her tighter this time.

Eustace...?

She squeaks quietly against his chest, but she makes no effort to move. His warmth is inviting, so she allows herself the selfish moment of burrowing into it, curling up once more. She tries not to let the tension in her entire body show, but it's too obvious to be able to mask it. Her hands remain balled into fists, her shoulders up near her ears, and her jaw clamped tight.

With no clue what to say to him at first, there's a silence that hangs over them. It could be just her, but it's so tense that it feels like the air could snap under the lightest breath, and so she holds as much air in her lungs she can manage while she tries to put words together to say. To explain to him why she had sprung this on him so suddenly, and unintentionally. This wasn't how this night was supposed to go. It had already gone sideways when the fog rolled in, and now...? Where were they now?

What the hell is she doing?

... ]

Cloud and I grew up together, [she begins finally. However long after, she has no idea.] In Nibelheim. He lived next door. He was always so shy, never wanted to hang out with the rest of us, no matter how many times I asked.

[A small, fond breath of laughter rings out from her. Why is she even telling him this?]

I always thought he was... [No, what she was going to say is silly, so she steers it away.] He left for Midgar to be a SOLDIER... become a war hero. I was thirteen, at the time. I always admired him, you know. I don't think he knew that.

[ ... ]

Anyway. That night, when he told me he was leaving, I made him promise that... he'd come save me if I was ever in trouble.

[In case he wondered what that promise meant.]

We finally saw each other again after five years, in Midgar. I found him lying on the platform at the train station, and I... we... [She sighs again.] Few days later, I show up here. Next thing I know, Aerith's telling me she hasn't seen him and I...

[Her fingers curl into Eustace's shirt again, and she swallows her words the moment she feels that surge of emotion rising up again.]

[flamekthunder]

[He could feel that tension, and as the silence goes on he starts to wonder if he's actually trapping her against her will—that he had pushed too hard or made things too uncomfortable for her. He even begins to think that he should let her go and apologize, but that action is delayed due to the strange want to just keep holding her to him. When he starts thinking he really should let her go, she begins to speak and he stiffens momentarily before regaining his composure, quickly listening to her words.

He now realizes she's opening up to him, telling him what's been on her mind and what she was talking about before. So he waits with patient silence, arms loosening slightly. This relationship with Cloud... He continues to track through his mind. When it comes to people, he'll either discard them after the first meeting or remember their name, face, and voice with little issue. However, he had only met the man once during his very first weeks in Camelot, so it takes him a bit to recall why the name sounded familiar and the circumstances of their meeting. With a bit more solid background, he continues to read between the lines.

Tifa and Cloud were childhood friends, but given her words and her behavior... Even he knows enough about relationships that she likely felt something more for the guy. Whether it's actual love or a crush he couldn't say, but it's something deep.

He gives her a moment when he feels her grip tightening against him before he quietly asks:]

You've never seen him? ...Is he even still here?

[starshower]

[Is he? She isn't even sure, and that bothers her too.]

I don't know...

[Besides everything that had been on her mind since seeing him again in Midgar—the doubts, the fears—they had always been so in sync, in and out of battle. She knew Cloud better than anyone, and no one knew Tifa better than he did, but not knowing this? It hurts.]

Maybe he doesn't want to be found. I just thought... if he was here, he'd be with Aerith and Red, but...

[Neither of them knew where he was, and so Tifa just went on with her life while trying to piece together what to do or what she would say if she did see him, before she finally started to accept that maybe things were meant to be different here. And more and more, she's beginning to wonder how much of that is true as she feels Eustace's arms tighten around her.

Here is a friend who, for better or worse, has been through more with her than anyone else in this damn city. She should be asking herself why the hell she's still thinking about Cloud Strife and beating herself up for not going out to find him, but asking those questions means finding the answers, and she's not sure she's ready to know what those are just yet.]

Guess I just missed him more than I thought...

[There's a final sort of note in the way she says it. As if she's accepted just now that this is how things are going to be. Tifa should be okay with it, right? They're all grownups.]

And I guess... walking here after all that, and carrying you, got me thinking.

[flamekthunder]

[He remains silent even after she speaks, a small frown on his lips. It...is weird that Cloud wouldn't go find them if he was still in town. And if they couldn't reach him, maybe he really wasn't in Camelot.]

...I think I met him once, around the time I first arrived. If you want, I could try and look for him.

[It's a quiet offer, one that for some reason leaves him a conflicted feeling. On the one hand, he wants to help her. On the other hand...if they reunite, what would happen? More to the point, why should he care? If she wants to see Cloud again, whatever her true feelings are, wouldn't it be better if she did? To at least have some kind of answer? He understands she might be afraid if it's negative, but...if it's positive...

...

Why is that bothering him? ...It has nothing to do with him. If anything, all he did was remind her of Cloud's absence, that's all. The one she wants to be with is—

It's a good thing he hardly ever reveals his thoughts, his expression unreadable despite the strange discomfort that's suddenly rippling through him again.]

[starshower]

[Knowing that Eustace, too, had seen him... Was she really the only one who hasn't? Of all the people... She does wonder though, remembering that there was a previous iteration of herself here, had that version of Tifa met with Cloud? Did she know what was going on? So, what changed in that time? It clearly wasn't long in between, judging by what Aerith had said when she first walked into that flower shop of hers... She tries not to think about those missing memories too much, but now she can't help but ask herself.

Too bad she can't literally ask herself.

Pulling back just far enough that she can at least look at Eustace, Tifa shakes her head.]

No. It's fine. You don't have to do that.

[It's asking for too much from Eustace, and Cloud. Putting pressure on him that perhaps he doesn't want. She knows Cloud, she knows him better than anyone else, and that if Cloud doesn't want something, doing it will only work in pushing him further away from her.

Besides...

She can't help herself. She slides her arms around Eustace, allowing herself to fall against him again in a proper hug this time. Had she hugged him before like this? Not that she can recall, but then again, she had been in a sleepy stupor the night they went on that "date", which... hm. She'd rather not go back to that memory if she can help it—it only made things awkward for them for a time.

Tifa wants to tell him what she's thinking right now as her arms tighten around him. That she's grateful for all he's done... For having her back countless times, and for always being there. Camelot is such a lonely place, but it feels a little bit less lonely with him around. She wants to tell him that she's realized something on her quiet walk through the woods... That he really is more than enough.

Instead, she sighs.]

Thank you...

[flamekthunder]

[Is it strange for him to feel relief? No, it was strange for him to feel disturbed and feeling discomfort to begin with when he first asked. Yet it's clear that the tension he felt in his chest has dissipated when she refuses his offer, his body relaxing a bit more as his gaze unknowingly softens.

But then he immediately stiffens when Tifa hugs him, her arms tightening around him. It's only for a beat or two, but he could feel his pulse quicken. He's been surprised by sudden hugs before, but why does this feel different? Why is his body reacting more sensitively to her actions, more aware of the way the warmth of her small frame presses against him? How easily she fits within his arms as they start to tighten around her in response. He had been holding her this whole time and yet it's only now that he feels this way.

Is it because she's the one who initiated the contact?]

...Mm.

[Slowly the side of his head lightly rests against just above her ear so that she can hear his low, soft hum in response. This doesn't mean anything—he's just giving her a very small display of affection in response to hers, that's all. Just another gesture of comfort.

That's all it is, nothing more.




—Who is he fooling. All those questions on "why" and "how," he's known the answer. He just never wanted to admit it. But no longer can Eustace deny what he started to notice recently and tried to ignore. Tried to just pass it off as something only in the moment, a part of what was happening at the time. Regardless of how distant he has been with people, he's not so much of an idiot or dense to not realize what's been happening. Perhaps he could have remained ignorant, but after what happened at the strip club and then later when he spent the night at her place to help look after Clover, he can't. It's impossible. No, his real questions had been why it was happening at all, how did it even start. Why Tifa of all people?

And why hasn't he been able to stop it.

His need to maintain a reasonable distance isn't just for himself but for others as well. If things were different, if there was a sense of permanence then he wouldn't feel as much hesitation and conflict as he does now. But knowing he could disappear at any moment and knowing full well how hard it is to lose someone you care about... It's why despite his yearnings he would never adopt any dogs in this world. He doesn't want anyone he leaves behind to feel hurt, it just feels too irresponsible.

And after hearing about Tifa and Cloud...

Again Eustace can only think it better if he returned to his usual distance. There's nothing wrong with still being her friend or supporting her, but they are toeing a very dangerous line, a line he never thought he'd ever even come close to seeing. What he feels... There is something there, more than there should be.

Yet despite knowing all that, a little bud of greed has its way, keeping his hold on her for a little longer than might be necessary. With her so close, that sweet scent that he's become so familiar with becomes more like a dangerous lure, drawing him in. As if tempted, his lips part, a warm breath brushing against her ear before it lowers closer to her neck.

But then it stops just a hairbreadth's away and quiet words leave him instead.]

...We should start setting up camp for the night.

[Though with how close his lips are, the movement ghosts over her skin. A little closer and perhaps he could feel her pulse...

No, he needs to stop here. Especially now of all times... The hell is he thinking, if at all?

He also knows he's being a hypocrite. Just before he was the one trying to close the distance between them, to keep her from pulling away. Now he's trying to put that distance back. Not only that, he doesn't really make any move to separate, his head still resting against hers and his arms still wrapped around her waist. Normally he would be able to pull away easily, but it's as if he knows the moment he does is the moment he will need to reassess everything and redraw that line.

So maybe it's that same budding greed that keeps him from taking action just yet.]

[starshower]

[From here, she can feel every small movement he makes—every breath, every twitch of his muscles, and every beat of his heart in tandem with her own thundering in her head, and how it quickens with hers. When had she become so hyper-aware of it all? When did she become so aware of how his familiar scent—the smell of bergamot and lime, cedarwood and jasmine—mixes in her head to a dizzying point, or how close he is when she feels his breath tickle her ear, and his hair on her neck?

Instinct tells her to lean further into it. Her eyes flutter shut and with a dazed breath, she sinks into him, his lips coming dangerously close to her skin. Her own short, shaky breaths burn against his neck, and she waits. For what? Not even Tifa is fully aware of what that is, let alone that she's waiting for anything at all. There's that pang of selfishness, and perhaps the hope that this will evolve into something more. Something else.

That he'll tell her what she doesn't realize she wants him to say until he says it.

Eustace's voice shudders in her ears, and there's the prickle of chills across her neck and arms, and in that moment, it takes her a second to parse what he's said, and the twinge of disappointment that follows. Set up camp? Is that what was going through his head then? That's when it sets in that... she had been hoping for something else. Something that they might have come alarmingly close to if she'd just...

There's a sharp sigh that escapes her, and Tifa is quick to pull away, putting that distance there that Eustace had been so close to doing himself. Her dried up tears still stain her cheeks, and she wipes them away one last time before sliding back across the ground to give herself the room she needs to get up... and separate herself from whatever she'd just been feeling.

It doesn't help. It only makes her feel empty again. Alone.]

Right... [she says at last, her voice quiet and heavy with shame.] Camp.

[It makes sense that it would be the first and only thing on his mind. Eustace is a practical man, after all, and it was silly of her to dump all of that on him without any warning. Silly of her to hold onto even the small, tiniest possibility of something else...

Stupid.

Flexing her fingers in an effort to shake it all off, she puts on a smile and looks around them for any sign of kindling they might use to make a fire, but they're surrounded by nothing but rock and green, glowing mushrooms that, now that she's looking at them again, remind her all too much of the glow of mako...

So, she turns to the cave's entrance.]

I can go grab some firewood.

[flamekthunder]

[The moment she pulls away is the moment he actually regrets his decision and has to stop himself from retracting everything and pull her back. With his hands now on his knees, his fingers clench into a tight fist as he looks away, darkened, conflicted gaze hidden before he also stands.]

I'll clear out space here.

[His answer is almost automatic...and strangely cold as he suppresses the unwanted tension coiling in his chest. As he thought, given her reaction and behavior, Tifa was also feeling...something towards him. Towards "them." Briefly he wonders if it would really be so bad, but as the numerous rational and practical reasons cycle through his mind, he just turns so his back is to her.

Distance... He needs to maintain distance.


How he wishes he could just be ignorant and not realize anything...or be more free spirited to ignore the weights of responsibility and act on impulses.]

[starshower]

[His words and his voice are more biting than any chill in the cave, or what could be waiting for her outside, and she doesn't say anything when she walks away, towards the mouth of the cave and vanishes back into the fog. She won't stray too far away, and at least now, she has the glow of the mushrooms to help guide her back, but it'll be a while before she returns.

Gathering what wood she can at least gives her time to clear her head, but she finds herself taking her time—more than usual when the distracting thoughts start to come back. The twisting in her stomach, the pull of frustration and shame in her chest, and that odd yet familiar desire for more, and then those pangs of sadness when she remembers why she's out here.

The camp. They need to make a fire if they're going to stay warm for the night. The fog is still too thick for them to make any attempt to find their way back to the city, so they'll have to wait it out if they want to avoid getting more lost than they already are. And Eustace is back there waiting for her... he's there.

And in that split second of remembering that he is, she considers running. Running as far as her tired legs will take her, hoping that it will eventually lead her home, and away so that she can continue pretending like none of this happened without having to bear being near him as a constant reminder that it did.

...

She couldn't do that to him, though. Not after all he's done for her. He deserves better than that. Better than her. Someone who isn't thinking about how much she misses her best friend while she's with him.

He'll hear her footsteps coming before he sees her, and for all the time it took Tifa to return, it's with only a small armful of wood that she picked up from the ground, and she tosses it onto the cave floor in the space that he's cleared with a sigh. Still tense in here. She can feel it. Ugh.]

Kinda hard to find dry wood after all that rain, but this should last us a while.

[flamekthunder]

[It's only when he feels a stray cold breeze brush against his ears does he realize too late he should have given her his cloak before she headed out, but...that would have been awkward given just now wouldn't it? And now that she's gone, he can really feel the emptiness. That cold sense of loneliness that he had grown numb to for most of his life. He's used to it, even prefers his solitude over the crowds, but this is different. This isn't just the physical sense—it's an emotional one as well.

One he had iced out to protect himself and now reminded of how it feels again. Only this time, he had brought it on himself.]

...Dammit.

[A silent swear as he runs a hand over his face and through his hair before it ends with a frustrated sigh. Even he realizes what he's doing is poorly timed, especially after she opened herself up to him. But he could feel it. Could feel himself getting drawn too close than should be allowed. A warmth that he had started to get too comfortable with without realizing it until it was too late. And his instinctive reaction was to coldly push her away and distance himself...

It's true what everyone says, he really is an ass.

So with that darkened mood, Eustace turns his attention to what needs to be done. He picks a spot as far back into the cave as possible, clearing off the moss and mushrooms so that a stray spark won't fall on them. He even sets aside the mushrooms that seem edible, either for them or to bring back. He also has his usual small supply of rations he carries with him, but...he knows he has no appetite and he's not sure if tifa will either. The moss itself can be used as kindling, though given that they both can use elemental magic, starting a fire won't be difficult. The floor clear, he gathers some rocks within and just outside the cave to contain the fire.

With the additional time, he looks around to see what else they could use. They'll have to sleep on the floor so...hm. Taking off his holster and pouches, he sets them aside before undoing his cloak to set it aside as well. Although the cold air hits his exposed skin, he actually appreciates it, needing that bit of shock to awaken his senses. It's not even that cold for him, but it may be different for Tifa, so already having his cloak set aside for her will...make things easier.

So when Tifa returns, Eustace will be sitting on the floor with his knife out, cutting through the moss. All in all, it looks like a proper, if impromptu, campsite. He doesn't even look up when he hears her, though his eyes do rise up slightly when she tosses the questionably small amount of wood.

...No, he can't really blame her. She likely spent a lot of time clearing her thoughts like he's had to.]

It's fine, what you've found is enough. I can cut through it and get to the dry wood. The moss here will work as additional kindling as well.

[His voice carries its usual quiet and steady cadence as he sets down his knife and crouches forward to inspect and sort through the wood, picking the pieces that could be used right away before setting aside the ones best saved to feed into later. Once it's arranged, he just casts a small fire spell and soon it ignites into a decent flame, the scent of burning wood and moss slowly rising before drifting out the cave opening.

After that... ...There's a short pause before he continues.]

...It's not much, but I do have some food if you're hungry...and you can use my cloak if you're cold.

[He doesn't quite look directly at her, knowing that him making these offers may seem like just small gestures—offers that he half expects her to reject. He feels he should also apologize, but what would he really be apologizing for? Other than seemingly brushing her off earlier.

...

He really has no idea what to do or think right now. Maybe he should just stop and focus on getting through the night.]

[starshower]

[He isn't wrong about his offers. Tifa simply looks to his cloak with a small hum, but it carries no coldness in it. It's appreciative, if the tiny smile that tugs at her lips isn't enough to show, but the thought of wrapping herself up in him—no, his cloak—feels like a bit much at the moment, after that intense exchange earlier. With the way her stomach is turning and fluttering, the thought of food isn't very appealing either, so she simply allows her feet to carry her idly to the ground near the fire, where she takes a seat on the mossy stone floor.]

I'm good. Thanks.

[She says it finally while her legs curl up against her chest. Her hand comes out so that it's just barely touching the small flames, and she adds her own touch of magic to it as well, and they roar a little higher. For a while, she says nothing else, only watching the flames grow and grow until they're almost a full-fledged fire, her thoughts running a hundred yalms a minute.

There's a stretch of silence where she only watches the fire grow, soaking in what little warmth it gives in the cold cave. She almost has half a mind to shuffle closer to Eustace—only to seek his warmth, nothing else—but there are those thoughts, those doubts again that only stop her. One of them is going to have to break the ice eventually, if they're going to be stuck here, or else they're both going to be in for a long, awkward night.

... ]

You think the horse got away okay?

[It's not much of a conversation starter, but it's something. As long as it isn't about what happened, then they should be fine, right?

Through the corners of her eyes, and through the hair that drapes over her face, she looks over at him to gauge his reaction.]

[flamekthunder]

[As he thought, she declined his offers... Although it seems she still appreciated it, there's still a twinge of guilt and disappointment. Which is stupid of him to feel right now since he brought it on himself, so Eustace just slowly releases the breath he had been unknowingly holding and lets the silence engulf them. Usually he would have preferred it, but now it's just so...awkward. Uncomfortable. The space between them feeling bigger and colder than it really is.

Several times his thoughts circle back to how he should say something, but no words come to him. Just as he's about to get restless enough to get up and walk outside to try and clear his head, Tifa breaks the sllence. He glances at her, his expression unreadable but calm despite the internal conflicts before he looks back away to toss some small dried wood into the fire.]

He'll be fine. He's likely forgotten about us and found his way back to the stable before remembering he ditched us.

[Very small and half-hearted attempt to make something light of their situation. Well, not that it would matter if the horse returned or not. He's walked through these woods plenty and has ways to get them back so he could lead her out. It would just take longer.]

[starshower]

[There's a laugh, low and huffy in the back of her throat. Somewhat genuine, grateful again of his attempt to ease some of the tension, but it not doing so much in the end. Perhaps that's her fault for not allowing it to, because her shoulders hunch up and she hugs her knees closer to herself while silence passes over them for what feels like the hundredth time today.

She can feel the cold air wandering in through the entrance of the cave, a blast of wind raising goosebumps all over her skin and blowing on the fire, threatening to put it out. A low rumble comes from overhead, and she looks up to the roof, where the glowing mushrooms hang, ignorant to what's going on. They have it so easy...]

Think there's a storm outside?

[If only they could find a way to block the entrance somehow. If the fire goes out in the middle of the night while they're trying to sleep, then that might pose a problem for them in the morning...]

[flamekthunder]

[Hearing the rumble and feeling the cold air seeping further in, Eustace frowns a little as he gazes out towards the entrance before glancing over at Tifa. He could handle whatever temperature drop, but this weather has been so unpredictable...

He stands, reaching for his holster before quickly buckling it around his hips.]

Not yet, but with the weather as it is it's difficult to say if one will pass over briefly or last the night. Wait here—I'll gather some more wood and see what else I can find.

[And before she can protest he'll have stepped away to head out, pointedly leaving behind is cloak instead of putting it on before leaving.]

[starshower]

But I just...

[A glance over her shoulder will show her that he's already on his way out, his tall silhouette vanishing into the green fog and leaving her there with the fire. It flickers when another breeze blows in, and the cave floor shakes when there's another low roar of thunder. She hopes he hasn't wandered too far, especially considering she did just grab some wood herself. Though, he may be right—it's probably better that they have as much on possible set aside in case it gets worst.

So, she waits in silence for him to return, listening as rain starts to patter against the rocks outside.

Her gaze moves to his cloak, and with one more glance out to the mouth of the cave, she reaches over and pulls it towards her... and by the time he returns, she'll have it wrapped over her shoulders.]

[flamekthunder]

[Even if before he had wanted to step outside to clear his head, with the incoming storm he's now purely focused in securing their impromptu campsite. Now outside, he can take a proper look at the cave Tifa had found, the glowing mushrooms helping to illuminate things. Although it's not too deep, they should remain dry from any rain that could potentially be swept in from the winds. However it's not so deep that it kept out the wind completely.

Hearing another low rumble and seeing the not-so-distant flash of lightning, Eustace weighs his options before heading further out, first to gather potential firewood and stack them inside before gathering larger branches. Using his wind magic, he aims up and cuts loose some of the long ivy hanging higher up against the stone wall. They fall like a long curtain, and while it doesn't completely cover the entrance it does help obscure it. Using the larger branches, he uses them as weights to tie them down while creating more obscurity. Again, it's not a complete shield, but it will also double as an "alarm" for anything large enough to push or break the branches.

By the time he returns with the additional wood, the rain had poured down and he's completely soaked through.]

[starshower]

[Tifa only listens to his movements—the rustling of the vines and wood as he starts to set it all down around the entrance of the cave, giving them some extra shelter against the wind and rain that might come in. She wonders, a few times, if she should go out there and help him, but it's maybe for the best that she gives him a bit of space. Neither of them seems to be feeling particularly talkative anyway.

But when he returns, the first thing Tifa notices is how his hair is matted down from the rain, and he's dripping from head to toe, and despite all of the awkwardness from before, she leaps to her feet and rushes to him.]

Pretty bad, huh?

[She tugs his cloak off from around her shoulders to wrap around his as best as she can, even if he does try to protest before stepping back away from him.]

Let's get you dried up, okay?

[Things might be difficult for them to navigate right now, but that doesn't mean she's going to let him freeze.]

[flamekthunder]

[He really shouldn't feel a little satisfied or pleased that she ended up wearing his cloak, but for a brief moment he does before she rushes to him to put it on him instead. His brows furrow slightly into a troubled expression, and for a very real moment he's about protest and make her wear it again instead before it got too wet. But his partly opened lips close as he doesn't feel like starting an argument with her and instead opts to be obedient this time.]

...There's a small towel in the right pouch over there. [He nods his head towards where he had left his bags before he starts walking closer to the fire, dropping the wood off to the smaller pile.

He then begins to remove his gun holster and gloves, setting them off to the side to dry before sitting down.]

[starshower]

You came prepared for anything, didn't you...?

[Is she even surprised? Not at all.

It's another attempt at lessening the awkward strain she still feels, although the laugh feels as unnatural as everything else about this conversation. It's a good thing she can turn and walk away to his bags where she digs through for a towel.

Still, she takes a seat so that she's sitting directly in front of him rather than beside, and drops the towel over his head with a small, crooked smile.]

Here. I might be able to help.

[Eustace will feel a small wave of warm air coming from around her hands, and it grows hot as she brings it up to the cloak around his shoulders where it starts to dry off. It's the least she can do, after everything that happened...]

[flamekthunder]

You could say it's a habit born from necessity.

[They could still cut the awkward tension between them like a knife, but it's at least a little better from before. He continues to remain obedient, sitting still and looking at her briefly when she sits in front of him. He's not so surprised when she drops the towel on his head, but he is when he feels her use her magic to create the warm air to try and dry him off.

...]

...Thanks.

[Just a quiet murmur as he ducks his head slightly, once again feeling he needs to do something or...apologize. Yet he still gets hung up on that, unable to form the proper words or figuring out what he would really be apologizing for.

Because it might be more than just creating the awkwardness between them right now.]

[starshower]

Yeah.

[It's not a problem and it's the least she can do, Tifa meant to say, but his quiet muttering isn't making her feel any better about the situation, so she keeps it short and simple, silent as she allows her magic to do its work in drying him off, only allowing the tiniest of smiles to surface when it blows his hair this way and that.

But it's when she catches a glimpse of his right eye that it fades, and she remembers what had happened to it at the club, and before that, the young boy she saw in the mirrors. Remembering how it looked when he'd been so peaceful in his sleep, and how the hair draped back over his forehead, leaving him so vulnerable. It had felt different that time...

She's careful not to let the air get too hot around her hands, even more so when she combs the hair back into place over his eye, letting the heat dry it rather than the air.

Her lips part, like she wants to say something, but only a sigh comes out before she continues to dry him off in silence. She'd wanted to ask if he was okay, if it was too hot or not hot enough, if he was feeling dry enough to get some rest, and that she would take first watch... but fussing over him at all feels like a bit much. Like it's suddenly not her place to. She's fret over him enough in the past, forcing soup on him and Gran, visiting to make sure that his arm had healed alright, making him accept that makeshift eyepatch or the date...

She cares about him, more than she's realized, but maybe it's time to back off. Give him some space.

He always was more a lone wolf anyway, right?

Eventually, she lets her hands fall and the magic fade, her fingers a little tired from spending so much of it.]

You good?