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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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I think I know of a way to make you happier.
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She's curious, but Tifa doesn't move from where she keeps her head buried in his shoulder, and she laughs quietly.]
That's a pretty big claim to make.
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[A light grin before he lightly taps her shoulder and starts shifting for them to sit up, and once they are he whistles at the dogs. Immediately all pairs perk up and rush towards him barking in wonder. What, Dad, what? But when he gives a small glance, they once again tilt their head before barking happily. Immediately they start to circle around them, tails and butts wiggling as they form a shape. At first glance it might be a circle, but... A close look will reveal it's the shape of a heart.
Eustace then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bag.]
Here.
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Huh...?
[But when Eustace pulls out a small bag from his pocket, she stares at it for a second without taking it before she's peering up at him with surprise.]
... A gift?
[Tifa takes it gingerly into her hands, as if scared she might break whatever is inside. If she'd known that he was getting her something, she would have done the same...!]
I... Eustace, you didn't have to...
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Open it.
[It's all he says, and when she does open it, she'll find both of their necklaces completely restored as if they were never broken. Of course, the charms are currently empty, but... Well, that will be remedied soon enough.]
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...
.....
Tifa's eyes widen and her lips fall open, but any word she might have prepared to say dries right out when she sees the little charms and the dog tags laying there coiled there together. Both pairs. The little moon and the star shimmer, the glass empty, but they all look like they had the night they exchanged them next to the campfire.
She's silent for a while—Shiva knows how long—as she stares down at them, and her fingers curl as everything starts to come rushing back all at once. Tifa doesn't know what it is... it could be grief, regret, happiness, love, everything she's ever felt for him and all of the things she's felt in the last few weeks... but it hits her like a violent wave, mounting to a peak that starts at her chest and ripples all the way through her until she can't take it anymore. Until it all becomes too much for her to fight back.
Her hands fall to her lap...
She dips her head forward...
And she starts to cry.]
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Tifa? —No, wait, I didn't mean—
[HE DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE HER CRY?? And as he holds her a little bewildered he looks at the dogs who only stare at him right back. What did you do—]
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No... it's not that...
[She shakes her head but refuses to lift it to show him the way her tears are streaking hot against her cheeks and staining his shirt.]
I'm just... I wasn't expecting this is all...
[Ever. She wasn't expecting it ever, and there she goes, tumbling back into her sobs again as she closes her fingers around the necklaces so tight that she worries she'll crush them. She doesn't, but she holds onto them for dear life, never wanting to let them go...
God, this is so embarrassing.]
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[There's a bit of a relief knowing he didn't upset her, at least negatively. So he just lets out a small breath before he tightens his hold around her, head pressed against hers.
The necklaces...they meant more to them than just accessories. Without he honestly wouldn't have cared too much if his dog tags were lost. It would be a little sad to lose something from home, but they only marked his identity back in the organization. But Tifa...she gave them a new meaning for him. A promise to return to her. It's why he chose to propose to her with them...
And the charms, well there's not much to be said. It symbolized their love...and was what saved them in the end.]
...No matter how many times they break, I'll fix them.
[No matter times they are pushed, he won't give up. He won't waver again.]
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But having them back and being able to hold them again... It makes that spark of hope surge like a stoked flame. Of course he fixed them... He continues to go above and beyond for her, continues to surprise her and give her the world... it's more than she can say she ever deserves.
She nods against him, sniffling, and Tifa finally lifts her head just enough that she can look at him.]
How did you find them...?
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[A light smile as he looks over at them, their tails and butts wagging and wiggling as they bark.]
Since I couldn't go out...they volunteered to help. Aerona and Caerwyn remembered the original location, so it was a matter of them digging around to find it.
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With more tears erupting in her eyes, Tifa looks to Aerona and Caerwyn with a grateful smile, and she notes to herself to make sure to thank them properly later.
But first...
Tifa leans forward and throws her arms around Eustace in a hug, and her tears will feel wet and hot on his neck as she nestles her face there and presses kisses to his skin wherever her lips will reach.]
... Thank you. All of you, thank you...
[It's said only loud enough for Eustace to hear, however, but she means it to be for all of them there.]
I thought they'd be gone forever.
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Even if they were... I'd just have them remade.
[They meant too much for them to not have them back in some form, but it is better that they had the originals. And the dogs will join in on the love cuddling, converging in and licking both their faces. They want love, too!! They did good jobs, too!! They helped running errands and deliveries!!!]
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You all did such a good job. Thank you, everyone...ah—! Alright, alright...
[Idris leaps up with his front paws on Tifa's chest, trying to get to the front of the line, and she boops his nose with hers.
But Tifa is still clutching onto the charms in her hand, so she is going to gently nudge them off her. They are free to sit next to them, but once she's free, she takes Eustace's first and lifts it up by its chain and encourages him to come a little closer. Already, there are speckles of blue starting to form in his star, but there's something different about it this time: pale yellow begins to mix in with it as well...]
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Looks good.
[Like everything is... right again.
In turn, she offers Eustace hers, but she moves so that she's facing sideways, and just like the first time he'd wrapped it around her neck, Tifa brushes her hair away from her shoulders, granting him permission, and the access he needs.]
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...Mm.
[A small hum in agreement before he takes her necklace to do the same in kind. But when she turns and moves her hair away like that... Normally it would be considered as a simple act, but with her—and them—it never ends that way.
Slowly and carefully he drapes the chain around her neck, his face lowering close to the point she'll be able to feel his breath. And when he deftly snaps the clasp close his lips brush over the exposed skin. Softly, gently.]
Perfect.
[Just one word that may not sound so convincing given that he doesn't even stop or lift his face to give a proper look.]
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The weight is light, but it's comfortable. Familiar.
And as his lips brush over her skin, she breathes out a sigh, and her fingers reach up to gently touch the little moon that she can feel already growing warm with drops of love.]
Mm.
[Perfect. In more ways than one.
She echoes the sentiment gently, and one of the dogs—she has no idea which one—lets two barks that Eustace will be able to understand as "now kiss!"]
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Everything feels so warm so...right. Like it should be. Though whatever blissful, intimate moment they hope to have will be quickly shattered as the dogs bark and howl around them, making him laugh more.]
All right, knock it off. Go play for a while.
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She's quiet as she murmurs against his lips, and she's smiling from ear to ear, unable to help herself.]
... Guess we're going to have to work extra hard to fill these back up again.
[But already, they start to glow between them with their new colours, that mix of blue and yellow a familiar and welcome sight.]
We have some lost time to make up for.
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[A light smirk as his lips brushes hers, pulling her into another kiss as his hand reaches up to touch her cheek.]
Won't take that long... Unless you want it like the first time.
[A dark gleam in his eye as his voice lowers.]
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... I wouldn't say no.
[But not in front of the kids! So, she's quick to pull back with the same fiery spark in her own gaze when she meets his.]
If things keep up the way they are, I don't think it'll be hard to do at all. Might even need a second at this rate.
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[He considers for a moment, the memory of that night still hot and fresh as if it had been yesterday. It...certainly wouldn't do to do it with the dogs around.
Slowly his thumb circles her cheek before he smiles a little more softly.]
How about tomorrow? A special date night—just the two of us.
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I'd like that. Been a while since we've had a proper one...
[Even if it had only been days, she would never say no to spending a night with him. Doesn't matter what they're doing—it could just be sitting curled up on the couch reading a book together or talking and she would be the happiest girl in Reverein.
Her forehead leans over to bump against his, and she closes her eyes, using her nose to nuzzle against his cheek until she finds his lips again.]
What do you have in mind? Should I wear something nice?
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Whatever you want... It won't last long.
[Calls it a date night when he's really only interested in one thing shameless wolf.]
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(frozen comment) fin~