She stares up at him through heavy lidded eyes, willing herself to open them enough that she can at least take a look around them. After several beats, she's able to sit up properly in his lap, anchoring a hand on his arm to keep herself steady when the white of the snow hits her, bright and blinding at first. She can feel the scar on her chest burning when she sees the pools of blood and the trail of it leading to where they sit, and how cold the snow feels against her skin...
Tifa can't remember how they got here or where they are, but this... isn't Nibelheim, or Reverein, or Camelot. Not even a place she knows on Gaia.
In all of this calm silence, she grips his arm tighter and leans into him, seeking out the warmth he gives off in the cold. She needs to make sure that at least one thing in this place is real...]
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[Still dreaming?
She stares up at him through heavy lidded eyes, willing herself to open them enough that she can at least take a look around them. After several beats, she's able to sit up properly in his lap, anchoring a hand on his arm to keep herself steady when the white of the snow hits her, bright and blinding at first. She can feel the scar on her chest burning when she sees the pools of blood and the trail of it leading to where they sit, and how cold the snow feels against her skin...
Tifa can't remember how they got here or where they are, but this... isn't Nibelheim, or Reverein, or Camelot. Not even a place she knows on Gaia.
In all of this calm silence, she grips his arm tighter and leans into him, seeking out the warmth he gives off in the cold. She needs to make sure that at least one thing in this place is real...]
Where are we?