[She freezes when his hands work to unpin her hair, the curls cascading in a waterfall of black against the white back of her dress, and the veil draping over the flowers that have since bloomed, bright and big as they continue to spread until they stand in a full bed of them. His words strike a chord in her—her heart races and her face flushes, and a lump forms in her throat to capture her breath and any words that may have formed. Yet, her eyes never once leave his, so entranced by them that she might as well have been put under a spell.
And when he leans in, his lips barely brushing over hers, she tries to snatch the things she desires from him. To finally snap that string that's been pulling taut inside of her since she spotted him in the gardens outside the castle. Closeness, companionship, affection... To allow these feelings that have been building up to finally be set free. Not Juliet's, but hers. Those feelings that have been building and shaping themselves since that day at the riverbank when she laughed at him being drenched in water. Or maybe long before that, in another universe. Feelings so deeply-rooted now that Romeo and Juliet could comprehend. Tragic ending or not, they weren't real, and they haven't seen or been through half the things that they have.
Tifa understands what he's saying. What he wants, and what she wants. This ambiguity... it was never about them. It was always clear what they wanted. Tifa never kept it a secret that she wanted to be with him, and her heart called out to him no matter how many times she thought back to how much she missed Cloud. Even when she cried over him, it always ended with "but Eustace"...
Why him, she would always ask herself, and she thinks that she's finally found an answer.]
Eustace...
[She can barely get his name out before she's trapping his lips with a kiss so burning and eager that she feels it in every inch of her body, and she only pulls away to say it again and again, shedding every last bit of Juliet that remained until all she was left with was herself and the raw feelings that dwelled inside, and she wants this kiss to do the same for him.
In the end, this story was never about two star-crossed lovers. It was about them—about realizing the depths of their feelings for each other at last. For Tifa, realizing that there was no one else she wanted to be with. Not here, not in Camelot. She could go back to Gaia tomorrow but tonight...
Tonight, it was only him.]
No more talking...
[Words could never do the things she wants to say justice, but she intends to make them known.]
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And when he leans in, his lips barely brushing over hers, she tries to snatch the things she desires from him. To finally snap that string that's been pulling taut inside of her since she spotted him in the gardens outside the castle. Closeness, companionship, affection... To allow these feelings that have been building up to finally be set free. Not Juliet's, but hers. Those feelings that have been building and shaping themselves since that day at the riverbank when she laughed at him being drenched in water. Or maybe long before that, in another universe. Feelings so deeply-rooted now that Romeo and Juliet could comprehend. Tragic ending or not, they weren't real, and they haven't seen or been through half the things that they have.
Tifa understands what he's saying. What he wants, and what she wants. This ambiguity... it was never about them. It was always clear what they wanted. Tifa never kept it a secret that she wanted to be with him, and her heart called out to him no matter how many times she thought back to how much she missed Cloud. Even when she cried over him, it always ended with "but Eustace"...
Why him, she would always ask herself, and she thinks that she's finally found an answer.]
Eustace...
[She can barely get his name out before she's trapping his lips with a kiss so burning and eager that she feels it in every inch of her body, and she only pulls away to say it again and again, shedding every last bit of Juliet that remained until all she was left with was herself and the raw feelings that dwelled inside, and she wants this kiss to do the same for him.
In the end, this story was never about two star-crossed lovers. It was about them—about realizing the depths of their feelings for each other at last. For Tifa, realizing that there was no one else she wanted to be with. Not here, not in Camelot. She could go back to Gaia tomorrow but tonight...
Tonight, it was only him.]
No more talking...
[Words could never do the things she wants to say justice, but she intends to make them known.]