[She wants to reach out and touch it, but at the same time, she's too taken aback by his show of magic that she can't do much else other than watch as it spins, the electricity inside the little sphere of ice lighting up the room, but then it bursts, and her surprised gasp turns into peals of soft laughter. The snowflakes tickle when they reach her skin and, reaching up to touch one, she discovers that it's already melted away before she could.
It probably doesn't help that her face is burning hot, and it's warming up the otherwise cool air around them, but it won't be enough to harm the magic itself.
Tifa can tell that he's trying... that he's making an effort to feel better...
When all goes dark again, she turns to him and as the last remnants of the sparks fade, her gaze lingers on him—his eyes, his hands, and then down to his lips...
The thought is a fleeting one, but it comes in a single wave that hits her so hard that she almost acts on it. She feels her fingers flex in his direction, but when she feels her lids grow heavy and her lips part, she snaps herself right out of it.]
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It probably doesn't help that her face is burning hot, and it's warming up the otherwise cool air around them, but it won't be enough to harm the magic itself.
Tifa can tell that he's trying... that he's making an effort to feel better...
When all goes dark again, she turns to him and as the last remnants of the sparks fade, her gaze lingers on him—his eyes, his hands, and then down to his lips...
The thought is a fleeting one, but it comes in a single wave that hits her so hard that she almost acts on it. She feels her fingers flex in his direction, but when she feels her lids grow heavy and her lips part, she snaps herself right out of it.]
Looks like you've been practicing.