closed ⚡🌠 can we come back from this

[starshower]

Who: Eustace & Tifa
Which: Closed log
Where: Their treehouse, corgi tree, maybe some other places
What: After Eustace's Noctaere episode, he and Tifa try to put their relationship back together.
Warnings: Trauma, lots of sads, and then probably gross fluff after.


[It had been a struggle even getting home. After they and the others had arrived at Ori's home together, it was at Tifa's insistence that she and Eustace go back to theirs. For as grateful and appreciative as she was for all their help in saving the both of them, there are some things that Tifa would rather they be alone for, and this... whatever this is, is one of them. Never mind the guilt that she feels for having been the one to put them all through it—Eustace can argue with her all he likes, and they can all contend that they shouldn't feel that way, that none of it was her fault, but ever since she woke up from her weakened and frozen state, Tifa couldn't look any one of them in the eye.

Including Eustace.

Even as she walks with their arms slung around each other for support with Eria at their side, the journey home is silent. Only the stirrings of dawn can be heard—the birds that chirp in the canopies, the sound of dew dripping from the leaves, but nothing is quite so loud as their staggered footsteps, or her heart beating wildly in her chest, and her blood roaring in her ears.

Tifa tries to keep her anxiety to a minimum, tries to keep her thoughts straight, but all she can see are the claws of those lindworms as they came down to strike, and their scales that shimmered as they slithered around her. All she can hear are his desperate cries, and the sound of ice and electricity crackling as her vision darkened and her consciousness had begun to fade... She remembers the chill, the grips of death when it threatened to consume her, how cold his fingers were as they brushed against her face. The red in his eyes...

And then when she woke and saw the destruction he'd left behind. Saw her friends bruised and battered from battle. Saw him like that...

The thought is cut short by a sharp breath when they finally arrive at the foot of the stairs leading up to their home, her boot bumping against them when she hadn't been paying attention. The climb up is as dreadful as everything else had been, and she can feel the heat under her boots, the fires that try to claw their way out of the cage she tries to lock them in, to struggle against the trail of ice that forms in their wake. Even the tree's branches and leaves shudder as they walk through the front door, the flowers that decorate their tree that were once bright and vibrant freezing over and shriveling up, dying without a fighting chance.

It isn't until they're safely inside that Tifa so much as looks at him for the first time since they were at Ori's. Perhaps even before. Really looks at him. He's bruised and cut up, and he looks more tired than she's ever seen him.

Her hands fold together as she skirts her gaze away again, down to where she tries to stop her fingers from trembling when she bites back the urge to sob.

Tifa wants to say something, but... what is she even supposed to say? What can she say right now that would make this easier for both of them? She searches and searches her mind for an answer to the question that's been wracking her since they left the cliffside, but she's still coming up short of nothing.

Eria trots over and nudges Tifa with her nose, as if to encourage her to say something to break this tense silence before it all snaps. So, she blurts out the first thing that comes to mind in a voice so tiny that she's not even sure she's said anything at all, and it crackles, as if this is the first time she's ever spoken a word in her life. It certainly feels that way right now.]

... Do you want to get cleaned up first?

[First.

She kicks herself for it. Any other day and she would have suggested together, but her fear—not of him, but fear for them—is getting the better of her, and maybe that's for the best.]

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[starshower]

[She smiles.]

Okay.

[Whatever he wants, whatever he needs, she will give it to him. It's not as if she was in any hurry to wake up from this, but there is that ever-lingering fear in the back of her mind—far, far back—that things could take a turn. Though, as she looks at him surrounded by the flowers and the blue skies above, she realizes that she has nothing to worry about.

Tifa moves closer until her body is flush and molded against his, but she's careful not to disturb the flower that's tucked into her hair.]

We can stay here, but if I start to wake up, promise you'll come with me?

[flamekthunder]

[A soft smile as he wraps his arms close around her.]

I promise.

[He wouldn't want to be in this dream without her, anyway.]

[starshower]

[He won't need to worry about making good on that promise. Not tonight, anyway. They'll stay there in the field for the rest of it, sleeping in the flowers as peacefully as they do in their bed, the other helping to keep the nightmares at bay. It's only when the sunlight begins to peek through the windows of their tree that Tifa rouses in the dream to gently shake him awake and warn him that she's about to be pulled back so that he could come with her... and they can wake up together in the warmth of their bed late the next morning.

In the days that follow, the nightmares still come and go, but they become less frequent and easier to get through, whether it's Eustace or Tifa that has them. It's always the same thing—the red-eyed abomination taunting her, the visions of her and their friends encased in ice in that cave, but it always ends the same, too... They always find their way back to each other, reuniting in that field of starflowers.

Their control over these dreams strengthens too, and it's Eustace's suggestion that next week that it would be Tifa's turn to confront her fear of the lindwurm and put it to bed. With that particular nightmare mostly vanquished, he can easily slip into that silver lindwurm's skin within the dream for her, and rather than fear it, Tifa's learned to embrace it.

They spar together, teaching Tifa ways to defend against their attacks and in turn, fight back against them. He's even able to create nightmarish versions of himself for her to properly fight against, and each time, that gets easier too. She's not sure that her fear of them will ever fully go away, but that isn't the way things should be. He teaches her, instead, to look at that fear within and turn it around to use as strength—something to power her attacks and move her forward rather than freeze her in place.

Once that's all over, he offers her rides on his back and they sweep over the flower fields, and she learns from so high up that they really do stretch on for eternity. He swoops downward, purposefully kicking up the petals so that they swirl around them, and Tifa lays on his back as they soar through the skies, and she's always so mesmerized by how the silver scales shimmer under the never-ending sun.

And before it's time to wake up, the two of them lay in the bed of flowers together, the lindwurm's muzzle bumping up against her so that she can rest on him with his body coiled protectively around hers.

Those are the dreams that Tifa will cherish.

That first week flies by rather quickly. Their friends come and go, and that is the hardest part of it all, as the guilt that she's tried to force down all comes rushing back with every single person that shows up at their door, but everything is going to be okay. She trusts in her friends, and in Eustace, and being able to confront them all after having some time to cool off helps. What she needs most is time, but Tifa has already started to bounce back from it.

The dogs have been spending more time around them too, and Eria is always quick to shoo all of them, as well as herself and Clover, out of the house when they prefer some alone time—which has become a more frequent thing, too. But for Tifa, she's not sure she's ever loved him more than she does now, so it's hard to resist when he smiles across the room at her, or when he slips his hands around her waist. She hardly lets him out of her sight or out of her reach, but this is the exact thing that they needed: time.

Time to spend together to heal their hearts, and time to confront their fears at each other's sides. It will take a little bit more, but they are moving in the right direction, and as long as they continue to do it all together, she knows that it will be no time at all before they're back to their usual routine.

Not that this is such a bad thing, either. She kind of prefers it.

It's near the start of the second week that things have started to feel... somewhat normal again. Eustace will be woken to the smell of pancakes, bacon, and coffee bright and early one morning after another lindwurm session in the flowery dreamscape. The sun is barely rising by the time Tifa is in the kitchen whipping them up their breakfast, but she knows that it's only a matter of time before the smell will wake him...]

[flamekthunder]

[It takes Eustace a some time to really get a full grip of the nightmares that plague him. Especially when in the morning he would stare in the mirror and see a slightly different face staring back at him, one with red eyes and a slight smug look on his face, the frost and dark shadows seeping from the skin. Each time he wants to punch it, but since they only recently replaced this mirror, he just digs his nails into his palms and repeats to himself: This isn't me. It may exist within me...but it's not me. At times he can't see the difference, but he eventually does bit by bit. And their dream sessions help.

Although at first harrowing and harsh, their sessions are more cathartic than he realizes. Before when he feels the darkness and chill seeping in and hears that voice whispering in his ears, he would tense up and be on the defense, and that's actually been his downfall. He realizes now that instead of trying to put up walls and try to avoid it, he needs to take it head on. Now he only turns to the coldness and darkness, look at that nightmare self straight in the eye...and walks past it to go where Tifa is waiting for him. He'll need to do more later, but...before he tries to really accept it, he needs more information and speak with those with experience. He'd rather know the risks before taking that final step.

In the meantime, although wary at first as he watches how Tifa reacts to him as a lindwurm, having her fight him helps alleviate the guilt he's been carrying for so long. It might just be a spar, but in a way it feels like he's finally receiving some kind of punishment for what he did to her. It's not her intention, and perhaps he's being a bit selfish using a session that's meant for her, but every hit landed is also a hit that beats away that burden and clears his conscience little by little so that it's no longer such an overbearing weight. This is especially so when he dares to create those nightmareish versions, where he's also taking a risk in tapping into the nightmare energy and keeping control over it. This, too, becomes an exercise for him, to work on not giving into those voices and emotions, and if he does start swaying too much Tifa is there to bring him back.

And now, while it will never completely go away, he feels more comfortable in handling it. Feels more in control...and feels he can finally move on from that guilt. He will always feel regretful, but at least right now, he no longer feels so much burden that it will haunt him to the point of crippling him. Now when he looks at Tifa, watches her either awake or in a dream, the twinge of remorse no longer lingers and he can just reach out to her with a lighter heart. And with all the love in the world he has for her and more.

Never again does he want to put them back in this place, so he once again renews his resolve to take control and strengthen his heart; a heart that was once shattered to the point it seemed impossible to fix, but now has been brought back whole.


That morning, he had opted to sleep a little longer after the initial waking, only rousing long enough to sense Tifa getting up before falling back to a more dreamless sleep. As peaceful as they end, it does take a bit of effort for him to use that much dreamotion, and along with everything else they do as well as the toll everything had taken on him over the past few days, it's no surprise that his body has finally decided that it can actually rest. He'll only really wake up when that delicious smell of breakfast starts to form the images in his mind.

After a brief wash up and putting on some pants, he shuffles out of their room and ambles his way towards her. With his ears slightly drooped and his eyes half lidded, he reaches Tifa and just lazily wraps his arms around her, head immediately falling over her shoulder as he mumbles a sleepy morning greeting.]

[starshower]

[She hears him and knows he's coming for her before he even arrives, so she's ready, bracing for his weight when he drops his head on her shoulder as she works the bacon. She doesn't say anything at first, simply savouring the way his arms feel around her and how warm he feels, before she mumbles a sleepy morning greeting back to him.]

It's not ready yet. You could have slept a little longer.

[Although Tifa knows that feeling of not wanting to sleep any longer after she had woken up from the dream. The nightmares have lessened, but that didn't mean that they weren't still at risk of being locked inside them, and if she had a choice, she would have woken up too... so she won't scold him for it either.]

Sorry I left. Didn't think I'd wake up so suddenly, but figured I'd get a head start on the morning for you.

[And she turns around to press a kiss to the side of his head.]

[flamekthunder]

[Just another sleepy mumble.]

S'fine... Missed you...

[Does he even know what he's saying? The sweet smell of pancakes and the rich aroma of bacon is stimulating his senses...but her scent mixed in with it makes for a more delicious scent as he starts to nuzzle her neck.]

[starshower]

[Her free hand strokes and squeezes at the tip of one of his ears, gently tickling them as she gives the bacon one last flip.]

I missed you too.

[Even with him only in the next room sound asleep, she missed that secure, warm feeling of him next to her, so this is a welcome change. But before he can do much else, she'll spin around with his arms still around her so that they're facing one another, and she lifts his chin to press a light kiss to his lips.]

Good morning, [she offers more properly now, and she begins to slowly guide him to the couch rather than the table.] You should relax. I'll bring the food to you.

[flamekthunder]

[He smiles a little into the kiss before he lets her guide him to the couch. And then once he's there...

...

He'll pull her arm so that she falls onto his lap, his arms wrapping around her once more as he flops back, taking her down with him.]

Later.

[This rascal.]

[starshower]

[Her yelp is loud enough that Clover, who had been sunbathing on the windowsill near the couch looks up from her nap and pops her sleepy eyes open to look at them, but Tifa hardly notices her presence as she tumbles over with him onto the couch.

It's only when Clover mewls happily in greeting before going back to sleep that Tifa sees her there, and she giggles and drops her face flat to his chest, and her arms wrap around him tight.]

... The bacon is going to burn.

[flamekthunder]

I don't mind it a little crisper.

[And he just holds her closer to him, pretending as if he won't let her go. But he will because the bacon wouldn't be the only thing burning.

There's also someone else who doesn't want burnt bacon, and that's Eria.



Who has also brought the dogs back for the morning.

The door bursts open at that point, dogs barking loudly as they smell the delicios breakfast. DO THEY GET TO HAVE SOME the young ones are definitely gathering by the cooking pan, sniffing.

UGGGHHH it's like that wolf knows how to ruin everything, and Eustace will raise his arms up so that Tifa can get up before disaster strikes.

Which may also be a mistake because once Tifa is off Eria will jump on him (Oof!)]

[starshower]

I doubt you'll be saying that about the pan—

[It's then that the door flies open and with it, corgis. Many, many corgis. And some flower petals that the crisp morning breeze blows in too. Their choir of barks has already started, and Tifa only lifts her head at first to them all bound inside and straight to the kitchen where the bacon is sizzling, while the older ones trot over to greet Eustace and Tifa. Clover hops down from her perch and gives a wide stretch and a yawn before she's slowly making her way to the bedroom for some quiet—it's still way too early in the morning for her.

Idris hops up on his back legs to try and get a good sniff at the pan, and that's when Tifa bounds up to her feet and across the room to stop him.]

No, no! We don't go near the stove. It's hot and you'll burn your little paws.

[She kneels down and takes Idris by his paws, giving them a squeeze before she forces him down. Their bums all wiggle with excitement as they sit in a circle around Tifa, and she only looks back over her shoulder to Eustace with a sheepish, amused smile before she's getting back to work with prepping, making sure to get some extra crispy strips of bacon for the dogs.

It's chaotic, living like this, and anyone else think they might be crazy to have all of these dogs in their home at the same time, but it's this kind of chaos that Tifa has come to treasure and look forward to every day. Whether it's here or at the other trees, it reminds her that she still has a family to take care of here, and that she enjoys doing it.

Fortunately, it won't take long before she's padding over to the couch again, urging Eria to move so that she can sit as she sets down their plates, and she returns to grab their coffees as well... with all of the dogs in tow, following her back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. And as soon as she sits down next to Eustace, she looks across at the line of ears that peek up from the other side of the coffee table, their eyes staring at the plate of bacon.

....

.....]

Did you tell Eria to bring them by this morning?

[flamekthunder]

[Eustace is pinned down by Eria who has a very judging, "I know what you were trying to do" look, and Cadoc and Rhonwen also sit by him, staring up at him from the floor.

What. He can't cuddle with his wife???

But he does give them attention, rubbing his arm along Eria's back as she nestles up on his back while Eustace uses his other hand to scratch the corgis' ears, ruffling them as they settle in. It's chaos, but...it's one he, too, enjoys and prefers, the noise making the house and his life that much more filling.

It won't be until Tifa comes with the feed that he's finally able to sit up, Eria sticking to his other side as the other dogs gather around.]

No, but you know how she is.

[He's also eying the dogs. Don't they have their own bowls??]

[starshower]

[They do have their own bowls, but they want this bacon, and Idris once again lifts himself up so that he can rest his chin on the table so that his nose is right above the plate, and it twitches as he sniffs... and sniffs... and then whines when he makes eye contact with Eustace.]

I do.

[Tifa shoots a pointed glance at Eria, but it breaks into a smile because this, right here, is the thing that gets her up every morning.

And now she's nodding in Idris' direction, and Aerona joins him with her chin up on the table too with pleading, begging looks in their eyes as they flick between dad and the crispy bacon.]

Well?

[She nudges her head in their direction.]

[flamekthunder]

[Eustace just makes a small disgruntled sound. This was made for him...and Tifa. But the principle of the matter!!!!

...

.......

Tsk.]

Line up quietly and you can all have one piece.

[starshower]

[She can always make him more.

Tifa picks up the plate and pushes aside the crispier strips for him to take, picking one out herself and snapping it in half for them all to share, and she giggles when their ears swivel in her direction. One by one, they line up and trot forward, and Tifa hands him the pieces to feed as she breaks them, and they eagerly gobble them all up with the younger ones sitting down and hoping for more.]

No. The rest is for us.

[And she'll pointedly plate the rest for herself and Eustace because dad said one piece, and together, Idris and Aerona whine and skulk away with their half strips of bacon together.]

... Wasn't expecting to have such a busy morning.

[flamekthunder]

[After handing out their bonus breakfast treats and everyone goes to their own places to have the sound of crunching bacon fill the room, Eustace lets out a long sigh as he watches them for a moment, his expression softening before finally reaching for his own plate to take his share.]

Mm...

...

But it's not so bad.

[He then leans over and kisses her sweetly on the side of her head.]

Thanks for making this.

[starshower]

Mm-hm.

[She hums happily and leans to meet him halfway for that kiss, a flush rising in her cheeks. There's something about being able to take care of him like this that makes her heart feel warm and full, and watching him and the dogs enjoy their food so early in the morning just reminds her of all the things that she—they still have to fight for.

Leaning forward to start on her pancakes, she shuffles her feet so that Caerwyn can rest against her legs and keep them warm, and she rewards him with a brief scratch behind the ears.]

I hope you like it. I've been experimenting with recipes so the pancakes might be a little fluffier than normal.

[And true to her word, they are thicker and definitely fluffier than normal.]

[flamekthunder]

Oh yeah?

[He takes a mouthful and his eyes light up briefly at the fluffy taste.]

It tastes good to me... All of your cooking does.

[And then he's reminded of something and grins a little as he glances at her.]

As long as it doesn't have little flowers suddenly sprouting, that is.

[starshower]

[She punches him lightly on the arm.]

Hey! I've gotten better at that.

[And, as if to make a point, Tifa opens her fist and little glowing starflower petals flutter out of it onto his plate, and she grins at him before turning back to her food.]

I bet I could work them in and it would still taste fine.

[flamekthunder]

[He just laughs a little and plucks one of the flowers to playfully push against her lips.]

Hm...would it taste more like you? If so, don't use them for anyone else.

[starshower]

I guess you'll just have to try it and let me know what you think. Then again...

[Eria makes a small noise next to Eustace and gives them both a withering "not in front of the kids" look, and Tifa looks at her briefly before stealing the flower between her fingers and lifting it to her nose.]

It's not like you need to ask for pancakes.

["OH PLEASE," whines Eria.]

[flamekthunder]

[That earns her a louder laugh, his eyes shimmering a moment as he leans in close.]

No...I prefer just taking them for myself.

[But of course before he can kiss Tifa, Eria actually grabs the back of his shirt and yanks him back.

THIS IS NOT THE BREAKFAST THEY NEED TO HAVE RIGHT NOW. Or so how loud growling and grumbling suggests. But Eustace half expected something like this so he just laughs.]

[starshower]

[She half expected him to make it over while the other half had a feeling that Eria would step in, but Tifa still tried to meet him partway again, so when he disappears instead of meeting his lips, she falls back along with him and breaks into a fit of giggles, smiling coyly past him at the wolf who she imagines is rolling her eyes, if wolves could do such a thing.]

It's alright. Nothing wrong with having pancakes for lunch... or dinner.

[The dogs all perk up then, small boofs of "bacon? More bacon?" coming from around the table and Tifa buries her grin in a sip of coffee.]

[flamekthunder]

[He could make a quip, but he feels Eria grumbling and he just smirks before he turns around to ruffle her side (which she gives an indignant huff—and small thump of her tail) and then sits back up again to actually eat.]

Not for you.

[Just cutting their hopes and dreams right now.]

Any plans for the day?

[starshower]

Hm?

[Her brows arch with curiosity, and she lowers her cup.]

Not that I know of. Was just planning on staying in for the day.

[Then again, that's been pretty much every day which is surprising... She imagined herself working day in an day out at the Harvest a week ago, or cleaning the house until she scrubbed the wood raw, but she's been taking that much-needed rest that everyone has told her to. It feels a bit strange not having any plans or not being busy with anything for once... but...

Surprisingly, it's been nice.]

Why? Did you have something in mind?