When she hears that voice, it isn't the essence of the dream or the mood of the "play" or the stage that's been set that sends her heart fluttering, but Tifa herself. She doesn't need to see his face to recognize it, but it helps that her suspicions are confirmed when she whips around to face him, her lips parting in surprise but they come together in a smile at the sight of the ears, and the blue eyes that still somehow glow from behind the mask even in the dimmer lighting.
He looks so... Even her brain has short-circuited at seeing him dressed like this. Dashing? Like a prince...
She wants to ask the question that's already burning at the tip of her tongue, hopeful and yearning to pass her lips, but for the sake of the role, Tifa slips her hands behind her back and bows her head, playing into it a little.]
For so many people, you'd be surprised at the serious lack of dance partners in there.
[Literally hundreds of people to choose from in there, and even more around the castle, in the gardens or the dining hall, or the courtyard... And yet, no matter how hard she looked, she never found the one that felt right. Even though, in her mind's eye, there would only be one that did.
With her lip twitching upward a little more, she takes a single, shy step to face him directly. To stand like a proper princess would. Shoulders and back straight. Just like Jessie taught her.]
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When she hears that voice, it isn't the essence of the dream or the mood of the "play" or the stage that's been set that sends her heart fluttering, but Tifa herself. She doesn't need to see his face to recognize it, but it helps that her suspicions are confirmed when she whips around to face him, her lips parting in surprise but they come together in a smile at the sight of the ears, and the blue eyes that still somehow glow from behind the mask even in the dimmer lighting.
He looks so... Even her brain has short-circuited at seeing him dressed like this. Dashing? Like a prince...
She wants to ask the question that's already burning at the tip of her tongue, hopeful and yearning to pass her lips, but for the sake of the role, Tifa slips her hands behind her back and bows her head, playing into it a little.]
For so many people, you'd be surprised at the serious lack of dance partners in there.
[Literally hundreds of people to choose from in there, and even more around the castle, in the gardens or the dining hall, or the courtyard... And yet, no matter how hard she looked, she never found the one that felt right. Even though, in her mind's eye, there would only be one that did.
With her lip twitching upward a little more, she takes a single, shy step to face him directly. To stand like a proper princess would. Shoulders and back straight. Just like Jessie taught her.]
What about you? You look lost.