[Can she bear to look at him as she walks down the aisle? Besides the glimpse she allows herself and the embarrassed smile, she keeps her gaze averted to the small bouquet of roses and lilies in her hands, and to the altar just behind him where the Friar awaits, but there's no escaping it when she arrives at his side. When their eyes finally meet, her face flushes again, and the warmth of the candlelight inside highlights it.
Her stomach flutters, her heart is soaring, and her mind is racing with a million thoughts a second, each and every one of him. Juliet's essence is likely beginning to bleed through a little more, but Tifa can sense her own emotions mingling in there as well—like when she pauses to admire how he looks in this new outfit of his, or how his eyes gleam down at her, or how the two of them seem to tune out the Friar's words in the same way when he begins to speak. Their eyes are only on each other now, and her own speak volumes to him. Conveys all of her feelings, and thoughts, and the awkward "hey" and "you look handsome" that she wishes she could say out loud.
And yet, in spite of the fluttering, and the warmth in every one of her veins that tries to burst her heart through her chest, she pushes the surfacing thoughts down. Those ones about the dreams she had as a young girl, where she had been standing across from the man that she loved, and how he would look down at her with all of the love and affection that she bears for him.
And that man was...
"—Romeo Montague, do you take Juliet to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold..."]
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Her stomach flutters, her heart is soaring, and her mind is racing with a million thoughts a second, each and every one of him. Juliet's essence is likely beginning to bleed through a little more, but Tifa can sense her own emotions mingling in there as well—like when she pauses to admire how he looks in this new outfit of his, or how his eyes gleam down at her, or how the two of them seem to tune out the Friar's words in the same way when he begins to speak. Their eyes are only on each other now, and her own speak volumes to him. Conveys all of her feelings, and thoughts, and the awkward "hey" and "you look handsome" that she wishes she could say out loud.
And yet, in spite of the fluttering, and the warmth in every one of her veins that tries to burst her heart through her chest, she pushes the surfacing thoughts down. Those ones about the dreams she had as a young girl, where she had been standing across from the man that she loved, and how he would look down at her with all of the love and affection that she bears for him.
And that man was...
"—Romeo Montague, do you take Juliet to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold..."]