[Despite this supposing to be a secret elopement, Eustace finds it still all too grand...and still a bit too realistic. Dressed in a suit, he had entered the altar with the friar, and although it's a small chapel and empty save for what will be the three of them, it's just...
He feels some kind of nervousness. Anticipation.
And he's fairly certain it's Romeo's essence that is making him feel such nerves, but as he looks towards Tifa is supposed to enter, he wonders a little. That if it were partly his own emotions, why would he be? But no, as much affection as he holds for her, he can't see her as a lifelong partner yet.
However, when she finally appears and walks towards him, that mindset falters as she somehow makes for a very convincing argument otherwise. He's not sure what he was expecting, but surely anyone's heart would skip at the sight of any young woman in their wedding dress. Eustace is not just anyone, however, so having his breath catch in his throat and staring at her with slightly widened eyes stunned—it's new. He's never felt that kind of reaction towards anyone before. Now, he at least still has enough sense and is grounded enough to know that this isn't real so he's not completely swept away.
But he certainly feels something.
A feeling that lingers even after she reaches him and the Friar begins to speak, the words going in one ear and out the other as he continues to stare at her.]
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He feels some kind of nervousness. Anticipation.
And he's fairly certain it's Romeo's essence that is making him feel such nerves, but as he looks towards Tifa is supposed to enter, he wonders a little. That if it were partly his own emotions, why would he be? But no, as much affection as he holds for her, he can't see her as a lifelong partner yet.
However, when she finally appears and walks towards him, that mindset falters as she somehow makes for a very convincing argument otherwise. He's not sure what he was expecting, but surely anyone's heart would skip at the sight of any young woman in their wedding dress. Eustace is not just anyone, however, so having his breath catch in his throat and staring at her with slightly widened eyes stunned—it's new. He's never felt that kind of reaction towards anyone before. Now, he at least still has enough sense and is grounded enough to know that this isn't real so he's not completely swept away.
But he certainly feels something.
A feeling that lingers even after she reaches him and the Friar begins to speak, the words going in one ear and out the other as he continues to stare at her.]