[A breath catches in her throat, sudden and sharp and unsteady. The words make her head spin, and Tifa tries to fathom whether it was Eustace who'd said it, or if it was written in the script. Romeo and Juliet... they do wed, don't they? After this, their next scene would be that. They would declare their love for one another and run away from this war, as far away as possible, to the horizon she had gazed out to and longed for.
The words were written out on the parchment, but the way he says them and the look in his eyes to match, Tifa wonders.
There's that little spark of hope that ignites within her, spreading like a wave through every neuron and vein and nerve until she has nothing else to do but pull him into a fervent, aching kiss. A kiss that feels as if she's robbed all the power from the stars to fuel the desire behind it. It's with the love of two souls that she pours herself into him, the feeling so overwhelming that she doesn't know herself from Juliet anymore.
And when she needs to come up for air, her eyes flutter open, half-lidded and darkened with her passion and conviction, and she whispers a single word over his lips.]
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The words were written out on the parchment, but the way he says them and the look in his eyes to match, Tifa wonders.
There's that little spark of hope that ignites within her, spreading like a wave through every neuron and vein and nerve until she has nothing else to do but pull him into a fervent, aching kiss. A kiss that feels as if she's robbed all the power from the stars to fuel the desire behind it. It's with the love of two souls that she pours herself into him, the feeling so overwhelming that she doesn't know herself from Juliet anymore.
And when she needs to come up for air, her eyes flutter open, half-lidded and darkened with her passion and conviction, and she whispers a single word over his lips.]
... Okay.