[Seeing the tag and the charm together around his neck makes her heart flutter. It's one thing having them in the palm of her hand, but another to see him wear that symbol of her love for him. It suits him, she thinks. They're simple charms, small in comparison to the dog tag, but they didn't need to be big and extravagant. As long as the two of them knew what they meant—what the little light that beats at their center means, then that's all that matters.
But how, indeed...
She doesn't miss that surge of fire in his eyes, and she knows that he knows exactly what she's thinking, but where would be the fun in simply giving him the answer?
So, Tifa takes her sweet time in unraveling her own chain from her wrist, the sound of the metal tag like music to her ears when she slips the moon on beside it. Her eyes will flick to his through her lashes, and there's a decorous, playful gleam in them. She even pauses, drawing out the moment as long as possible, to reach across him, her body pressing deliberately to his as she takes her glass of wine for a sip before she sets it down elsewhere and turns her back to him.
Silently, her hand combs her hair forward, draping the long black locks over her shoulder to expose the back of her neck, and with a trembling breath, she peers at him expectantly, her hand stretching back to offer him her chain.]
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But how, indeed...
She doesn't miss that surge of fire in his eyes, and she knows that he knows exactly what she's thinking, but where would be the fun in simply giving him the answer?
So, Tifa takes her sweet time in unraveling her own chain from her wrist, the sound of the metal tag like music to her ears when she slips the moon on beside it. Her eyes will flick to his through her lashes, and there's a decorous, playful gleam in them. She even pauses, drawing out the moment as long as possible, to reach across him, her body pressing deliberately to his as she takes her glass of wine for a sip before she sets it down elsewhere and turns her back to him.
Silently, her hand combs her hair forward, draping the long black locks over her shoulder to expose the back of her neck, and with a trembling breath, she peers at him expectantly, her hand stretching back to offer him her chain.]