[He always knows how to read her so easily. Knows what she's thinking and feeling, and even if she's relieved that they've come through this together, there are still those pangs of guilt and shame squeezing at her soul that he knows too well that she will try to shoulder on her own.
She will, for now, until he's in a better place, but there's a new look in her eyes as she nods for him. A silent promise that she'll stop running too. She'll stop hiding away from everyone like she always does and will share those burdens with him the same way she wishes for him to do with her.
...
If she's to be his wife, then that's how it should be.
And Tifa's lips tremble at his vow. After what she'd heard at Ori's house, even if they had almost immediately reversed his call to end the wedding, hearing Eustace say those words again—calling her his wife—makes her heart swell.]
...My mate... I promise.
[She echoes the sentiment quietly, in a whisper like she's afraid the world will hear this secret, and before either of them can say another word, she's pulling him in for another kiss, and her lips will tell him everything she doesn't need to say...]
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She will, for now, until he's in a better place, but there's a new look in her eyes as she nods for him. A silent promise that she'll stop running too. She'll stop hiding away from everyone like she always does and will share those burdens with him the same way she wishes for him to do with her.
...
If she's to be his wife, then that's how it should be.
And Tifa's lips tremble at his vow. After what she'd heard at Ori's house, even if they had almost immediately reversed his call to end the wedding, hearing Eustace say those words again—calling her his wife—makes her heart swell.]
...My mate... I promise.
[She echoes the sentiment quietly, in a whisper like she's afraid the world will hear this secret, and before either of them can say another word, she's pulling him in for another kiss, and her lips will tell him everything she doesn't need to say...]