[Even as the Friar clears his throat at them, it isn't until Eustace pulls her away by the hand that she bothers to break it, none of his words sinking in as they rush away, and Tifa only manages a wave and a very rushed "thanks!" before he vanishes from view, the last she sees of him is him shaking his head as the two newlyweds rush off to "practice moderation".
And there's that rush—the exhilaration of finally being free again as they rush out the front doors of the chapel and back out into the crisp air, the cool winds a refreshing welcome after the time they spent enveloped in the warmth of the chamber. It's the rush of contentment that Tifa feels around him, and perhaps the buzz of anticipation that grows within her on behalf of Juliet that leaves a trail of bright blue and red lilies in their wake.
She doesn't know what's going to happen next but seeing him dressed up and waiting for her at the altar, that kiss that they shared in the chapel, those silent glances exchanged... they awakened something within Tifa she's sure she's never felt before. It's so deeply rooted and vast, so soul-crushing that it leaves her red in the face and out of breath when the wind hits her.
Tifa could blame Juliet, and surely that's playing a large part of it, but there's a selfish part of her that wants to take it all for herself. Whatever this feeling is, it's the first time she's felt this content in this dreamscape, and she wants to hold onto it for as long as she can. To make this sliver of a happy moment last before things inevitably crumble, and they wake up from this dream within a dream.
So when she finally picks all those thoughts up off the ground, she pulls him back to her so that their lips can crash against each other once more for one last kiss. Just in case, because this feels like the calm before a storm...]
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And there's that rush—the exhilaration of finally being free again as they rush out the front doors of the chapel and back out into the crisp air, the cool winds a refreshing welcome after the time they spent enveloped in the warmth of the chamber. It's the rush of contentment that Tifa feels around him, and perhaps the buzz of anticipation that grows within her on behalf of Juliet that leaves a trail of bright blue and red lilies in their wake.
She doesn't know what's going to happen next but seeing him dressed up and waiting for her at the altar, that kiss that they shared in the chapel, those silent glances exchanged... they awakened something within Tifa she's sure she's never felt before. It's so deeply rooted and vast, so soul-crushing that it leaves her red in the face and out of breath when the wind hits her.
Tifa could blame Juliet, and surely that's playing a large part of it, but there's a selfish part of her that wants to take it all for herself. Whatever this feeling is, it's the first time she's felt this content in this dreamscape, and she wants to hold onto it for as long as she can. To make this sliver of a happy moment last before things inevitably crumble, and they wake up from this dream within a dream.
So when she finally picks all those thoughts up off the ground, she pulls him back to her so that their lips can crash against each other once more for one last kiss. Just in case, because this feels like the calm before a storm...]