[It's her hope in finding him that she doesn't pick up on anything odd at first, besides the trembling of the earth beneath her.]
Eustace—!
[She whips around and to her feet, relief written clear across her features and laced in her voice at having found him, and Tifa is about to throw her arms around him, stopping just short of touching his shoulders when she sees his eyes. They aren't the soft blue that she adores, but the kind of red that could only be made of nightmares.
Tifa wrenches back before he can even think to grab her, and she places herself firmly between him and her sleeping self in the flowers. The cold clutches of fear start to grab at her, they try to pull her down into its dark, freezing depths, but she holds fast, steels herself against it, and swallows it all down.]
Where is he?
[She tries to keep the trembling out of her voice, and out of her hands as they ball into fists at her side, and she wills herself to stare into those tainted, blood-red eyes as if to challenge him.]
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Eustace—!
[She whips around and to her feet, relief written clear across her features and laced in her voice at having found him, and Tifa is about to throw her arms around him, stopping just short of touching his shoulders when she sees his eyes. They aren't the soft blue that she adores, but the kind of red that could only be made of nightmares.
Tifa wrenches back before he can even think to grab her, and she places herself firmly between him and her sleeping self in the flowers. The cold clutches of fear start to grab at her, they try to pull her down into its dark, freezing depths, but she holds fast, steels herself against it, and swallows it all down.]
Where is he?
[She tries to keep the trembling out of her voice, and out of her hands as they ball into fists at her side, and she wills herself to stare into those tainted, blood-red eyes as if to challenge him.]