[Stepping inside the chapel makes this so much more official. So much more real. Tifa would like to separate herself from the scene, if only because her nerves are fraying as she and Eustace part ways, and when she's told that there will be a dress inside the room waiting for her, picked out by Shakespeare himself.
When Tifa was a little girl, she'd dreamt—just like so many other girls did—of how their wedding might be. Of whom she might be walking down the aisle to meet, and what she would be wearing. Her father would be there to walk her, and she would have the prettiest dress in all of Nibelheim. It would be simple yet elegant, without too much grandeur but plenty of flowers...
Never did she imagine the first time she'd be doing it was for the scene of a play, and she never wished so hard for it all to be over. For her to wake up from this dream so that it didn't have to be like this...
But when she clicks the door shut and turns, her breath catches at the sight of the dress and the shimmering crown to go with it. She had expected a gown, large and poofy like some of the ones she had seen at the ball, but this one was... Well, simple wouldn't be the right term, but it wasn't so extravagant that it would be impossible to wear, but it was elegant. Sleek...
Something she might wear if she were a princess...
And it goes on like a princess' dress would, yet somehow, she manages on her own.
"We are ready for you, my lady."
And just like that, right on cue as she leaves the room to head to the altar, soft music begins to play all around them, from everywhere and nowhere all at once... This isn't even her wedding and she's nervous as hell. More nervous than she's ever been. More than going up against Sephiroth, or Fate itself. More than waking up in a distant dream world or another land... And the thing that she's most nervous about is Eustace seeing her in this, and what he'll think when he does...
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When Tifa was a little girl, she'd dreamt—just like so many other girls did—of how their wedding might be. Of whom she might be walking down the aisle to meet, and what she would be wearing. Her father would be there to walk her, and she would have the prettiest dress in all of Nibelheim. It would be simple yet elegant, without too much grandeur but plenty of flowers...
Never did she imagine the first time she'd be doing it was for the scene of a play, and she never wished so hard for it all to be over. For her to wake up from this dream so that it didn't have to be like this...
But when she clicks the door shut and turns, her breath catches at the sight of the dress and the shimmering crown to go with it. She had expected a gown, large and poofy like some of the ones she had seen at the ball, but this one was... Well, simple wouldn't be the right term, but it wasn't so extravagant that it would be impossible to wear, but it was elegant. Sleek...
Something she might wear if she were a princess...
And it goes on like a princess' dress would, yet somehow, she manages on her own.
"We are ready for you, my lady."
And just like that, right on cue as she leaves the room to head to the altar, soft music begins to play all around them, from everywhere and nowhere all at once... This isn't even her wedding and she's nervous as hell. More nervous than she's ever been. More than going up against Sephiroth, or Fate itself. More than waking up in a distant dream world or another land... And the thing that she's most nervous about is Eustace seeing her in this, and what he'll think when he does...
Alright, put on your game face, Juliet.]
Here goes nothing...