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closed ⚡🌠 can we come back from this
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.]
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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[All of her features soften, and she paises in scrubbing down the counters to let that feeling sink in. It's a bit... strange to think about. The idea of having all of this to work towards in the future... It isn't somethint she likes to think about often because it's difficult to fight against remembering the nature of this place, but she reminds herself each time that living with that fear will only cripple any happiness she might find...
But this feels different than all of those other times.
Maybe it's because she knows that a wedding... their wedding is on the horizon, but thinking about a future past that isn't a thought that crosses her mind often. Standing here talking about it with him and surrounded by all the dogs really makes it all sink in...
She is marrying him. They have a home together. A family. A future that they can work toward and look forward to... that they built together. Something that neither of them ever imagined they would find.
The urge to rush across the room and kiss him right now runs deep, but there is a small corgi at her ankles with a ball in his mouth that he drops, and barks to remind them both that they promised a picnic... and as a result, a long game of fetch with Idris' favourite ball!!!]
Alright! Let us finish up here first and then we'll go, okay?
[She looks to Eustace for help when Idris picks up his ball and trots over to him instead.]
Someone's eager for the picnic... We can make this quick, yeah?
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I'll go upstairs. There are some notebooks and their information I should take back with us.
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[Of course, between the two of them, they make quick, efficient work of the cleaning and gathering of the corgis' things into boxes, which they'll leave just outside to pick up after they're finished with their little planned picnic lunch. They don't go very far—the area around the tree has plenty of nice green space of grass where they can sit and enjoy the afternoon on a blanket, and so once they've done all they could and Tifa's stomach has started to grumble for some food, she packs some healthy treats for the dogs, and they make their way out of the tree.
There's a shady area behind it that the dogs help pick out, guiding them there and making themselves comfortable in the grass, and once the blanket and their food is all laid out, she can finally settle in and relax and eat.]
... We should try to do this a few more times before the weather starts getting cold again.
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As for the books and notebooks, he neatly piles them in a stack in the box he had picked out to carry them in...and pockets the real item he had come in for. Though not before taking a moment to gently finger and inspect them. Only after he feels he's done enough does he come down where he sets aside everything.
...Yeah, maybe two trips. Or he could pull out the old corgi sled...
But for now it's off to the picnic, and once they're all settled, he just lets out a breath and flops back onto his back, arms crossed behind his head.]
Mmm... Though even if it were colder, we could warm it up by ourselves easy enough.
[Not that he'd mind the cold, either. Probably would prefer the cooler autumn air...]
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Autumn picnics are fine, too.
[Actually, she wouldn't mind the cooler weather at all either. Her face does turn pink as she lifts herself up off him to sit up again, curling her legs up to her chest.]
We could bring some warm drinks with us and cozy up with a fire somewhere outside of town with the dogs, yeah?
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[He just lays there, content to have Tifa partially on him and catching her scent among the wind and grass near them. Slowly he opens his eyes and looks up at her.]
I know we'll have some for ourselves, but... What if we did a trip with the others? ...Something as a thank you...
[Here he mumbles a little. Inviting others to do anything......is not really his thing, but he has been wanting to make it up to them somehow.]
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Cute...]
I think... that'd be fun! And they'd like that a lot. I know I would.
[A trip out with friends? Tifa can't say she's ever done something like that before.]
You should ask them.
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And then there's a small pause. This... It's a stupid thought, and he already knows the answer and what she'll say. But it's still a little tiny thorn that pricks at him at the most unwanted times, like now.]
Do you think they'd really want to...?
[Not just on the idea in general just...will they be ready to join together again.
IT'S DUMB AND HE KNOWS IT'S DUMB but it's so strange having strained his relationships—friendships—like this and actually care about it; as opposed to not caring whatsoever if he hurt someone or not like he used to in the past. Whether or not someone got over it or forgave him he used to not care. Now... He hasn't swung the complete opposite direction, but the needle is closer to the middle.]
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Tifa's smile turns soft, less teasing and more patient, reassuring, and she nods.]
I do.
[Everything that Aerith had said when she came to visit sits in the back of her mind... and she uses it to remind herself of it every now and then at times like this.]
I think everyone's just looking for ways to move past it. [Her fingers comb back his hair, and she presses a light kiss to his forehead.] I think it'll be good for everyone to spend some time together... have a little bit of fun.
... I think it'll help them, too... to know that you want to.
[And that's why she thinks it's important that he would be the one to ask them.]
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And he knows she's right that he should be the one to come forward with the idea.]
Me, huh... I should think where and when, then...
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[At that, a few of them turn to look, the older ones barely moving besides their ears twitching in their direction to listen.]
Maybe... next month? Before it snows, but not when it's too hot out anymore. That way, we could build a fire and it'll still be comfortable.
[And at least by then, everyone will have hopefully healed enough to be able to go out of town for a day.]
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Should let them know sooner than later, though. Make sure we can all free up time in our schedules for it.
[Though, it does make her realize, and a flicker of amusement passes over her smile...]
You know, it's funny. Most of them are part of the wedding in some way, too... Guess it all works out better than we thought.
[Once the planning really gets underway, she imagines they will all find themselves busier than usual.]
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[He pauses for a moment.]
...Hard to believe, really...
[Moreso for himself than for Tifa.]
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What is? That they're close friends?
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...For me, yes. Making friendships is not something I'm used to.
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Having known this now for as long as Tifa has, it makes her feel... proud. Happy for him that he has finally found a way to open up to others. To her, even, about things like this. He's come a long way, even from the days back in Avalon when she was just getting to know him... and seeing him now, hearing him talk about inviting all of his friends along...
She's happy for him.]
Well. [She boops him lovingly on the nose.] We all gotta start somewhere, yeah? It's just one of those things you'll have to get used to.
[And he isn't giving himself much credit.]
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I suppose I have no choice... And I guess it's not so bad...even if it can get a little noisy.
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It can. [She jests, with a little snicker.] But it's what makes the quieter moments like this seem nicer, doesn't it?
[Not that she minds the "noise", but she's learned to appreciate the peace and quiet a lot more after being with him.
And after everything that the two of them have been through in the past year, Tifa promised herself that she would seize these moments every chance she gets.]
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[A light chuckle as he lifts his hand to gently stroke the back of her head down the length of her hair, fingers threading through the soft, long strands.]
If we could freeze time... This would be perfect.
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[Just lie here under the tree with the dogs and pretend for a while that the rest of the world doesn't exist. They all seem to be having fun with each other or relaxing in a neat little circle around the two of them, but everything about this moment is perfect.]
Come back tomorrow for the rest of their things... I bet they won't mind.
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Been a while, too...
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I guess we could. ... It could be like a mini vacation from home?
[She looks to Cadoc who's lying on the grass nearby, like she's silently looking for his approval, and he boofs, which she will take as a "yes".]
They don't seem to mind having us over.
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Of course they wouldn't, we bring their food.
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[There's a chorus of happy barks that break out from the younger pups, both corgi and flower alike, and as Tifa curls up closer to Eustace, she giggles and listens to them all chatter amongst themselves, all of them likely screaming something about a big, huge sleepover and how it's been a long time since mom and dad stayed with them at their house!!!
And once they're all done, she sighs.]
... This is nice.
[It's a refreshing change of pace from the usual scenery, but more than that, she's just happy to be here with them all. It's the first time she's felt this content in a while, and shy, she buries her face into his chest to hide it so that she can tell him, because she feels she should—]
I'm really happy right now.
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(frozen comment) fin~