songerein | closed 🌠 hold on, there will be better days

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closed 🌠 hold on, there will be better days

Who: Tifa Lockhart & others
Which: February catch-all
Where: Around Reverein
What: Some follow-ups, spider traps, etc.
Warnings: None at the moment.

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[Telling him how she feels? That doesn't feel like quite enough.

...

....

The gears are turning in Tifa's head, and soon enough, those thoughts make themselves known in her intensely pensive expression, her lips pressing into a thin line and her brow furrowing.]

What about a song? Do you sing?

[Yes, definitely getting dragged into this... Whatever "this" is.]

[A shifting expression passes him, where Hans can't help but remember a certain song, a duet that he shared with a certain princess. That whole mess still brews resentment and bitter regret in him and it's sometimes hard to keep down, enough that Tifa may notice some of the stuffed animals getting frost on them suddenly.

His voice sounds restrained, but it may be hard to tell why.]

I sing, sometimes.

[He does his best to be polite still, mostly out of habit. Also because he doesn't want to get punched by her. It actually hurt when Anna punched him and she's definitely not as strong as Tifa.]

Songs can be very effective when it comes to showing your passion. And singing with him truly deepens your connection--

[Wait what is he doing]

[She doesn't miss the frost, nor does she ignore it, her lips pursing into a thin line as she reaches out to grab one of the poor unicorns so that she can try brushing and cleaning it off, hugging it to herself as if it's in desperate need of her warmth.]

Have you done it? Sung with someone?

[Although her eyes do narrow suspiciously at the ice that's clinging to the unicorn's mane—this wouldn't be the first time Tifa has seen it creep in, and if she were in a better mindset, she might have questioned it further. For now, she just holds the animal in her free arm, guarding it and keeping it safe.]

[He still thinks about Anna, and while he can talk about her with a reasonable sort of voice, he'd rather just skip on those specific details. The ice doesn't escape his notice and he knows that it's coming from him, much to his irritation. It's a sort of irony that he doesn't appreciate, even if he wants to utilize it eventually.

But he smiles at Tifa, as if unaware of the ice that's sticking to the poor unicorn.]

I've sung with numerous people in the past. Dancing and singing, both are traits often expected from princes. It would be quite terrible if I let those people down!

[...]

I apologize, I don't believe I've mentioned that until now.

[Well, that awkwardness hanging there won't last long because she stuffs the unicorn back onto the shelf carelessly when he delivers the news that—]

You're a prince!? I've never met one before...!

[That she knows of. It's always through someone else that she's heard stories, but she's never met one in person, and if this were any other time, she would have been thrilled sure, but... not quite to this extent. At least she finally frees him a little from her grasp, so that's a plus...?]

Then you must know all about these kinds of things. Delivering gifts, picking them out, singing songs...

[It's like it's right out of one of Marlene's movies!]

Okay. Let's go pick up that dog, shall we? Then we'll get down to business!

I am. I'm Prince Hans Westergaard of the Southern Isles.

[Here he bows slightly... well, as best as he can when he's still in her grasp. At least the pressure is less, so that's something. He appreciates it. Hans offers her that same apologetic expression, and he finally decides to take on a more earnest disposition once more.]

I must apologize again for not mentioning it sooner, it's not something I try to hide. It's best if we all be honest with each other, right?

[Wait, business?? Oh, he's definitely getting dragged into this, isn't he? You know what, maybe he will have fun doing this. It's not like he's currently trying to steal a kingdom from someone right now.]

Did you need to practice singing? Or are you thinking of lyrics at this stage?

I'm a bit rusty on the singing, but...

[As they arrive at the shelf with the stuffed dog, she picks it up and shoves it unceremoniously against Hans' chest, expecting him to hold it for her while she continues to look around. A bandana for the dog or something would be cute, wouldn't it?]

I'm no songwriter. If I could come up with some lyrics, then maybe we could make a song out of it. Wouldn't mind a bit of practice, too.

[He takes hold of the plush because what else is he going to do? Let it drop to the ground?? He can see that going poorly and honestly, Hans is just committed to this venture with her now. He's spent a good hour or so with her at this point so he might as well see it through.]

I'm no songwriter, but... [He thinks about the song he had with Anna for a moment, his hand tightening on the plush just a bit memories pass through him. He's fine.]

If you plan on performing a duet, it helps to think of why you fell in love with him. Or even think about the place where you two first met.

[Fell in love?

Tifa turns red at the thought. That he would assume as much (and be right about it, but that's neither here nor there) has her wondering just how obvious it's been? Had he caught them red-handed somewhere? Had he been spying on them? Her thoughts are racing a thousand a minute, and the arrow's poison certainly isn't helping with that, although its effects have started to dull.

Which is how she notices that he clutches the plush tighter, and she tips her head.]

Is everything alright?

[Any small amusement Hans may have from Tifa's reaction diminishes when she asks him that question, clearly showing that he hasn't been as subtle as he thought about hiding his own emotions regarding Anna. He lets his hold on the plush release just slightly, before the prince gives Tifa a small if forced smile.]

Oh, of course. Just remembering something that's now in the past, so please don't worry... I appreciate your concern though.

[Moving on!]

Now, don't we have a song to write?

[She isn't buying it, even under the effects of the arrow, which have been slowly dwindling, her mind starting to clear bit by bit.]

Oh, right! Let me buy that dog first.

[She came in here for it, and she's not leaving without it! And so she grabs hold of it and hugs it close. There isn't really much to "buy", but she takes it, along with the unicorn, to the shopkeep and he allows them to take them.

Tifa leads Hans out of the store and before they wander off to go write their song, she offers the unicorn to him.]

This is a thank you. For helping me.

[He follows her through the transaction without fuss, leaving the store and letting things settle down, especially now that he has both of his limbs safely by his side. Hans is quite sure that the effects of the arrow have been wearing off from her, which is good, although it makes her sudden offer just that more surprising to him.

Hans looks at the unicorn for a second, his hand reaching to take it out of practice, but he suddenly looks at her with a slightly curious expression.]

You realize that you probably wouldn't have gotten into this situation in the first place if you weren't stopping my arrows.

[Is she truly grateful after all that, he wonders.]

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