[His arm around her releases another sob from her chest, this one breathing some of that worry out of her. She's fought past the illusions. He knows that she's real, she's here, and she's unharmed, and that's a start in chasing away these nightmares of his. Ones she's sure have always been there, laying dormant in the back of his consciousness and waiting for the perfect time to strike...
As he sings back the song—their song—she doesn't, and can't, stifle a sad smile against his chest.]
It's up to you...
[A steady hand reaches for his clawed one, and she wraps her fingers over the scales, the warmth in hers igniting a warm glow around them as she continues the song, her voice carrying the weight of the words that she's sure were written for them.]
And it's up to me...
[Tifa rises on her tiptoes, and her hand searches until it finds his face, and she pulls him down to meet her halfway for a firm, desperate kiss, in a dire attempt to chase away the last of his nightmares.
She's had enough. She's seen him suffer too much. No more...]
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As he sings back the song—their song—she doesn't, and can't, stifle a sad smile against his chest.]
It's up to you...
[A steady hand reaches for his clawed one, and she wraps her fingers over the scales, the warmth in hers igniting a warm glow around them as she continues the song, her voice carrying the weight of the words that she's sure were written for them.]
And it's up to me...
[Tifa rises on her tiptoes, and her hand searches until it finds his face, and she pulls him down to meet her halfway for a firm, desperate kiss, in a dire attempt to chase away the last of his nightmares.
She's had enough. She's seen him suffer too much. No more...]