[She steels herself once more, his hand cold on her chin, and for the first time since all of this started, fury sparks in Tifa's gaze the moment it meets his. It's less so directed at him and more... this... whatever this is. This forest, the spell, everything about it. That she doesn't have any magic is the second most frustrating part of all of this only next to the fact that she had to go to such means to try.
She is trembling, perhaps more than she realized, as he stares into her eyes. In another world, another dream, this would have been the part where she kissed him and it would all fade away. This would be the part where he would look down at her with a different sort of want... She could close her eyes and pretend, just for a second, that it is, and maybe she'll be brave enough to...
No, she's dealt with worse.
Without warning, Tifa's freed hand takes him by his chin and holds him in place, and she presses a kiss to his lips anyway as her tears burn out against his cheeks. She prays, hopes, wishes, whatever she can that this will be it. That he'll see those same blue starflowers that she is thinking of in her head and follow them back to her... just like he had before.]
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[She steels herself once more, his hand cold on her chin, and for the first time since all of this started, fury sparks in Tifa's gaze the moment it meets his. It's less so directed at him and more... this... whatever this is. This forest, the spell, everything about it. That she doesn't have any magic is the second most frustrating part of all of this only next to the fact that she had to go to such means to try.
She is trembling, perhaps more than she realized, as he stares into her eyes. In another world, another dream, this would have been the part where she kissed him and it would all fade away. This would be the part where he would look down at her with a different sort of want... She could close her eyes and pretend, just for a second, that it is, and maybe she'll be brave enough to...
No, she's dealt with worse.
Without warning, Tifa's freed hand takes him by his chin and holds him in place, and she presses a kiss to his lips anyway as her tears burn out against his cheeks. She prays, hopes, wishes, whatever she can that this will be it. That he'll see those same blue starflowers that she is thinking of in her head and follow them back to her... just like he had before.]