[When he brings up the clovers, her eyes widen a touch before her whole expression softens as she gives him a short nod. Just like the clovers... That had been a funny coincidence too. Or perhaps not that, but rather, the two of them being so in sync that things tend to just work out that way.
It's his question that gives Tifa pause, however, and she immediately feels her face heating up again. How many times is this going to happen over the next two nights? She dips her chin, and words suddenly don't come quite so easy to her.
Why the star?
She had thought about it long and hard on her walk home from the marketplace that day, and then well into the night. It should have been obvious to her from the start which would be more fitting, but she wanted to be sure. This was, after all, her own little trinket to prove her devotion to him and she needed it to fit to them perfectly.
Tucking a hair behind her ear and shaking her head, she huffs out a shy laugh.]
It's silly...
[But when she lets her eyes move up to his, she's reminded that no, it's not so silly. It makes perfect sense. This... all of this... it all makes so much sense to her, and she finds herself biting down on her lip with a smile again.]
Back in Nibelheim, I'd sit at my window all the time and watch the stars. They were... always so pretty. Special. When I moved to Midgar... well, can't see them from the ground floor, what with the plate and all, but I imagine they were just as pretty there too for the people who could.
[Gods, she feels so silly saying all of this, and there's no doubt that he'll be able to see the colour in her cheeks by now.]
Then, when I went to Camelot, I could see them again. Here, too. And... in both those places, I met you.
[Her fingers curl over his hand, her thumb stroking shy lines across him palm near the little crystal moon.]
The stars have always reminded me of home... but now... I have a new one. Here... With you.
[Tifa lets her gaze meet his now.]
That's why I wanted you to have the star. So that maybe it could remind you, too...
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It's his question that gives Tifa pause, however, and she immediately feels her face heating up again. How many times is this going to happen over the next two nights? She dips her chin, and words suddenly don't come quite so easy to her.
Why the star?
She had thought about it long and hard on her walk home from the marketplace that day, and then well into the night. It should have been obvious to her from the start which would be more fitting, but she wanted to be sure. This was, after all, her own little trinket to prove her devotion to him and she needed it to fit to them perfectly.
Tucking a hair behind her ear and shaking her head, she huffs out a shy laugh.]
It's silly...
[But when she lets her eyes move up to his, she's reminded that no, it's not so silly. It makes perfect sense. This... all of this... it all makes so much sense to her, and she finds herself biting down on her lip with a smile again.]
Back in Nibelheim, I'd sit at my window all the time and watch the stars. They were... always so pretty. Special. When I moved to Midgar... well, can't see them from the ground floor, what with the plate and all, but I imagine they were just as pretty there too for the people who could.
[Gods, she feels so silly saying all of this, and there's no doubt that he'll be able to see the colour in her cheeks by now.]
Then, when I went to Camelot, I could see them again. Here, too. And... in both those places, I met you.
[Her fingers curl over his hand, her thumb stroking shy lines across him palm near the little crystal moon.]
The stars have always reminded me of home... but now... I have a new one. Here... With you.
[Tifa lets her gaze meet his now.]
That's why I wanted you to have the star. So that maybe it could remind you, too...