[It had been several weeks since Tifa and Eustace had seen each other. After what transpired in Halloweentown, she made intensive efforts to avoid him, and it would seem so has he. Any time they would accidentally approach each other on the streets of Reverein, Tifa would tuck herself into the nearest shop or alley and pray that he would either not notice or continue as if he hadn't. At some point, they must have gotten too good at it, because she had stopped seeing him altogether.
Of course, when you suplex someone after they've almost sunk their teeth into your neck, what else is there to do but evade one another? She'd rather not revisit what happened, ever, so avoiding seemed like the best option until they could either repress the memory to where it may as well no longer exist, or until she was sure she had gotten over what she experienced. That fear, the dark desperation in his voice, and the odd, inexplicable tingle that raised goosebumps on every inch of her bared skin...
If that day would ever come.
She wishes she could say that none of it would matter when he needs help, but Tifa would never forgive herself if she sat back and let him fall to the whims of the world's strange, and frankly terrifying enchantments. When the call for help comes across the journals, she has to push that all aside. Awkward feelings be damned, if he's in trouble, she's going to help—he's a friend, and more than that, she still feels she owes him for everything she has and is about to put him through in Camelot.
After a brief argument with him at the base of the tree, she's let in and practically soars over the growling, wary corgis to the spiral stairs. Chase her all they want, she's quick, and she makes it up to his perch with only a few minor bites around the ankles, only one managing to get past the thick stockings on her legs.
Spotting him, she stops at the window where he's positioned, hands pressing to the frame so hard that she might just splinter the wood. Her brows are furrowed, and she has a glower to match his, as if daring him to aim that stupid thing at her again, unaware that he's lost his memories. If only she'd stayed back long enough to listen to what Alice and the little bird had to say.]
Put your gun down.
[Listen, she knows it's rough to see each other but do they really need to go this far!?
There's a beat, and something in her expression softens a touch, replaced with a sense of urgency.]
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Of course, when you suplex someone after they've almost sunk their teeth into your neck, what else is there to do but evade one another? She'd rather not revisit what happened, ever, so avoiding seemed like the best option until they could either repress the memory to where it may as well no longer exist, or until she was sure she had gotten over what she experienced. That fear, the dark desperation in his voice, and the odd, inexplicable tingle that raised goosebumps on every inch of her bared skin...
If that day would ever come.
She wishes she could say that none of it would matter when he needs help, but Tifa would never forgive herself if she sat back and let him fall to the whims of the world's strange, and frankly terrifying enchantments. When the call for help comes across the journals, she has to push that all aside. Awkward feelings be damned, if he's in trouble, she's going to help—he's a friend, and more than that, she still feels she owes him for everything she has and is about to put him through in Camelot.
After a brief argument with him at the base of the tree, she's let in and practically soars over the growling, wary corgis to the spiral stairs. Chase her all they want, she's quick, and she makes it up to his perch with only a few minor bites around the ankles, only one managing to get past the thick stockings on her legs.
Spotting him, she stops at the window where he's positioned, hands pressing to the frame so hard that she might just splinter the wood. Her brows are furrowed, and she has a glower to match his, as if daring him to aim that stupid thing at her again, unaware that he's lost his memories. If only she'd stayed back long enough to listen to what Alice and the little bird had to say.]
Put your gun down.
[Listen, she knows it's rough to see each other but do they really need to go this far!?
There's a beat, and something in her expression softens a touch, replaced with a sense of urgency.]
Please.