[She pictures a bouquet of them—most of them blue or white like the ones in this field, but hidden within, she sees the bolder red dotting the softer pastels... And as that image expands, she sees the same white dress and veil that's burned into one of her petals she keeps tucked away in a box in her nightstand at home, and she's reminded to tuck this memory away with it as well.
Something to come back to later.
Quietly, Tifa shifts, rustling the flowers a bit with her movements until she no longer has him on her lap but she's lying in the bed next to him, her arms still circled around his neck.]
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[She pictures a bouquet of them—most of them blue or white like the ones in this field, but hidden within, she sees the bolder red dotting the softer pastels... And as that image expands, she sees the same white dress and veil that's burned into one of her petals she keeps tucked away in a box in her nightstand at home, and she's reminded to tuck this memory away with it as well.
Something to come back to later.
Quietly, Tifa shifts, rustling the flowers a bit with her movements until she no longer has him on her lap but she's lying in the bed next to him, her arms still circled around his neck.]
... Think we should wake up soon?