[Tifa can distantly hear him climbing out of bed, the sound of him shuffling being what pulls her out of her early morning reverie. Funny, how an image of something so simple can easily provoke memories and pull her back in... but the sound of his footsteps coming behind her keeps her chained to reality, grounding her feet again when his warmth finally drapes over her, pulling her content smile wider as she melts into it. Her hand comes up to comb through his hair, the other holding onto his arms for support. She watches the steam a little longer and considers for a fleeting moment dragging him back outside for an early morning splash. It would be fun...
An amused laugh echoes low from her chest.]
If I said I thought about it...?
[But would he let her go is the question? With how tight he's holding onto her, she isn't sure that she could, even if she wanted to.
Before she closed her eyes the night before, Tifa wondered if this would be something she—they—would come to regret in the morning, but standing here with him now, looking out at the sun as it slowly rises over the peak of the mountains while it washes them in its warmth, all but confirms that this is something more special to her than she'd given it credit for until this very second. This, right here, she will commit to memory, and tuck it away someplace where she'll never forget. Into a place that transcends universes, and the erosion of time.
She realized this morning that she doesn't want to run, and she doesn't want him to let her go, and so Tifa urges him to hold on tighter, hugging his arms around her with a grip strong enough to match his.]
Only place I was going to run was to draw a hot bath. We left the doors open last night.
[Her voice is suggestive and inviting in tone, and she looks at him again with sleepy, imploring eyes as she rests her head back against his shoulder.]
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An amused laugh echoes low from her chest.]
If I said I thought about it...?
[But would he let her go is the question? With how tight he's holding onto her, she isn't sure that she could, even if she wanted to.
Before she closed her eyes the night before, Tifa wondered if this would be something she—they—would come to regret in the morning, but standing here with him now, looking out at the sun as it slowly rises over the peak of the mountains while it washes them in its warmth, all but confirms that this is something more special to her than she'd given it credit for until this very second. This, right here, she will commit to memory, and tuck it away someplace where she'll never forget. Into a place that transcends universes, and the erosion of time.
She realized this morning that she doesn't want to run, and she doesn't want him to let her go, and so Tifa urges him to hold on tighter, hugging his arms around her with a grip strong enough to match his.]
Only place I was going to run was to draw a hot bath. We left the doors open last night.
[Her voice is suggestive and inviting in tone, and she looks at him again with sleepy, imploring eyes as she rests her head back against his shoulder.]