[The two of them contrast and balance one another in so many ways. Where Aerith has little control over her body, Tifa can carry them through as they follow Andrea's steps and wow the audience. Where Tifa is far too shy, Aerith's confidence lights up the stage and helps to pull Tifa out of her own shell. It takes two, but they seem to have turned Andrea's head and caught his attention, just as planned, and as the confetti sparkles over them in a rain of glitter, Tifa grins at Aerith, face flushed with colour, before she's being whisked away...
And tossed into a chair.
She only manages a single, helpless look at Aerith before she's being surrounded by both the honeybees. The girls dote on her, stroke her—Cloud's—arms, and one of them reaches out to apply lipstick and blush while others unstrap the pauldron, and urge her to remain still while they lower the fans and don a dress that she recognizes, and braid her hair... All while the music drowns out the sounds of cheers from the crowd, and Tifa tries to look past them in pursuit of Aerith, but they all block her vision.
"You were born for this."
And the lights shine down again on her as the fans come up for the big reveal, the screams in the crowd loud again. The platform rises, the sparks go flying, and never one for being the center of attention, Tifa wishes for nothing more than to run.
And she almost does, before Andrea takes her by the hand for one last dance, and then a dip.
"Perfection."
He says something else to her, but Tifa is far too busy looking at Aerith. Her smile is crooked, and her eyes scream all of the things that she can't bring herself to stutter out loud. And after it's all over, Tifa's feet carry her off the stage, and she avoids the honeybee girls on the way down, and it's only with a single look over her shoulder to Aerith that she begs for her to follow to someplace quieter—!]
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And tossed into a chair.
She only manages a single, helpless look at Aerith before she's being surrounded by both the honeybees. The girls dote on her, stroke her—Cloud's—arms, and one of them reaches out to apply lipstick and blush while others unstrap the pauldron, and urge her to remain still while they lower the fans and don a dress that she recognizes, and braid her hair... All while the music drowns out the sounds of cheers from the crowd, and Tifa tries to look past them in pursuit of Aerith, but they all block her vision.
"You were born for this."
And the lights shine down again on her as the fans come up for the big reveal, the screams in the crowd loud again. The platform rises, the sparks go flying, and never one for being the center of attention, Tifa wishes for nothing more than to run.
And she almost does, before Andrea takes her by the hand for one last dance, and then a dip.
"Perfection."
He says something else to her, but Tifa is far too busy looking at Aerith. Her smile is crooked, and her eyes scream all of the things that she can't bring herself to stutter out loud. And after it's all over, Tifa's feet carry her off the stage, and she avoids the honeybee girls on the way down, and it's only with a single look over her shoulder to Aerith that she begs for her to follow to someplace quieter—!]