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JULY 2020
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aflowers | TDM 003 | 2020.07.23
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probatum | TWO DIFFERENT ROADS, SO FAR FROM HOME | 2020.07.31
"It was one thing to trust him, to know he meant her no harm; it was another entirely to know that he was still under orders to watch and guard and eventually take her in. But this isn't home. As far as Aerith knows, there's no Shinra Company trying to shove her back in a metal box. Which in her mind, makes Tseng a useful ally. A friend."
βluciing Β· "If you would have it be a kiss, sir, then please, be my guest."
βnoncertus Β· "I should've known my bodyguard would come to my rescue..."
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"It was one thing to trust him, to know he meant her no harm; it was another entirely to know that he was still under orders to watch and guard and eventually take her in. But this isn't home. As far as Aerith knows, there's no Shinra Company trying to shove her back in a metal box. Which in her mind, makes Tseng a useful ally. A friend."
AUGUST
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vanguarda | SUNFLOWERS AND RIBBONS | 2020.08.02
"She tells herself that she's not allowed to have any hope. There's a good chance that there'll be no reply, no person on the other end of a guessed username for someone she's not even sure is here."
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lapses | LOSS | 2020.08.03
"She almost questions him, something polite and distant, I'm sorry, but do I know you?, but then her searching green eyes alight on the red ribbon tied onto his left gauntlet, and her heart sinks in her chest."
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noncertus &
vanguarda | INTRODUCTIONS | 2020.08.03
"And then, more recently, the sand-coated whispers after a desperate act of passion, the sting from the jellyfish still creating a fog that covered her mind and heart, even as Cloud told her that Zack is here. Words that carried into her dreams, but were otherwise forgotten - until now."
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vanguarda | A HISTORY SO DEEP IT HURTS TO LOOK | 2020.08.08
"When he calls her, he turns, and the smile on her lips is soft, hesitantβ something that crumbles when he pulls the paper from his pocket. Even from this distance, even wrinkled and stained as it is, she recognizes it. There's a burning in her heart, an ache that brings tears to her eyes, and he can't even look at her..."
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aflowers | INAUSPICIOUS TIDES | 2020.08.08
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probatum | SWAP TIL YOU DROP | 2020.08.08
"She thinks about commenting - there are a lot of thoughts at the front of her mind that would make for something cute, or silly, or even flirty, to say - but decides against it. Instead, she reaches past that hand of his that lingers on the table, her fingers snagging against the lace of a pink, flower-patterned bodysuit."
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underachievement | STRIPS OF COLOR | 2020.08.25
"Dressed in both pink and a dress, Aerith is probably the epitome of said offense, whatever it was that caused it. It wouldn't surprise her, really, if the scraps were something originally meant to belong to her."
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noncertus | YOU TOOK THE WORLD WITH YOU | 2020.08.16
"It's with a frustrated sound that Aerith's clenched fist slams down on the kitchen countertop, and her forehead follows to press against it; even alone, she chokes back the sob that threatens to burst from her lips."
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noncertus &
vanguarda | SO WHAT IS LEFT FOR ME? | 2020.08.24
"But they've fallen into a rhythm of sorts, watching him at all hours, taking turns to comfort one another; she eats when Cloud reminds her to, he sleeps when she makes him, and more than once she's passed out in the circle of his embrace, having cried herself dry."
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leatherdaddy | AROUND THE FIRE | 2020.08.30
"Her host is a beast of a man, perhaps imposing, but she considers herself to be a good judge of character, and he seems harmless enough, especially when he's offering tea and coffee to random passersby like herself."
"She tells herself that she's not allowed to have any hope. There's a good chance that there'll be no reply, no person on the other end of a guessed username for someone she's not even sure is here."
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"She almost questions him, something polite and distant, I'm sorry, but do I know you?, but then her searching green eyes alight on the red ribbon tied onto his left gauntlet, and her heart sinks in her chest."
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"And then, more recently, the sand-coated whispers after a desperate act of passion, the sting from the jellyfish still creating a fog that covered her mind and heart, even as Cloud told her that Zack is here. Words that carried into her dreams, but were otherwise forgotten - until now."
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"When he calls her, he turns, and the smile on her lips is soft, hesitantβ something that crumbles when he pulls the paper from his pocket. Even from this distance, even wrinkled and stained as it is, she recognizes it. There's a burning in her heart, an ache that brings tears to her eyes, and he can't even look at her..."
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βluciing Β· "She does, though, want to know what they're called. The flowers."
βwingsofhonor Β· "Oh. I'm sorry! I thought you were..."
βwaswrongtoo Β· "What would you want for this one? It's beautiful."
βvampirella Β· "Black for pink sounds great. It's not really my style, you know?"
βpoopio Β· "But... excuse me sir, but the Augur did make you aware of what this place is, right?"
βallumer Β· "I'll back you up. Okay?"
βreds Β· "I'm sure we can come to an agreement. What do you have for trade?"
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"She thinks about commenting - there are a lot of thoughts at the front of her mind that would make for something cute, or silly, or even flirty, to say - but decides against it. Instead, she reaches past that hand of his that lingers on the table, her fingers snagging against the lace of a pink, flower-patterned bodysuit."
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"Dressed in both pink and a dress, Aerith is probably the epitome of said offense, whatever it was that caused it. It wouldn't surprise her, really, if the scraps were something originally meant to belong to her."
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"It's with a frustrated sound that Aerith's clenched fist slams down on the kitchen countertop, and her forehead follows to press against it; even alone, she chokes back the sob that threatens to burst from her lips."
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"But they've fallen into a rhythm of sorts, watching him at all hours, taking turns to comfort one another; she eats when Cloud reminds her to, he sleeps when she makes him, and more than once she's passed out in the circle of his embrace, having cried herself dry."
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"Her host is a beast of a man, perhaps imposing, but she considers herself to be a good judge of character, and he seems harmless enough, especially when he's offering tea and coffee to random passersby like herself."
SEPTEMBER
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ambitiousblond | A CHANCE MEETING | 2020.09.14
"It's a friendly tone, one that dies in her throat when none other than Rufus Shinra rounds the corner mere moments later. Speaking of prisons... Aerith lifts her head, offering him a smile, one that's a little frosty around the edges, but real nonetheless."
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luciing | GOOD TIDINGS | 2020.09.24
"She's not here to talk, though, not here to tell him about the worries weighing heavily on her chest, and so she strengthens her smile, holds her wrist out to him with the app open for him to inspect. Not as many checked squares as she'd like... and for a moment there's a worry that he'll be disappointed in her."
"It's a friendly tone, one that dies in her throat when none other than Rufus Shinra rounds the corner mere moments later. Speaking of prisons... Aerith lifts her head, offering him a smile, one that's a little frosty around the edges, but real nonetheless."
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"She's not here to talk, though, not here to tell him about the worries weighing heavily on her chest, and so she strengthens her smile, holds her wrist out to him with the app open for him to inspect. Not as many checked squares as she'd like... and for a moment there's a worry that he'll be disappointed in her."
OCTOBER
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noncertus | LET ME WITHER | 2020.10.03
"Just like before, Aerith has been dealing with it by trying to pretend nothing ever happened. Days spent around the house, in the patch of dirt that she's trying to turn into a garden, at the greenhouse, among the sunflowers. Nights spent tossing and turning, barely sleeping; her pale skin only serves to emphasize the dark of the circles under her eyes. And yet somehow, Aerith is sure she's dealing with it better than Cloud."
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vampirella | DRINKING AND DANCING | 2020.10.12
"More reasons that a color other than pink might have been better. But that's thought pushed aside for now. She's here to have fun, not to worry. To drink and dance and... well. Other things were discussed too, weren't they?"
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philanthropy | HOT SPRINGS | 2020.10.21
"It's one of the more private springs that she slips into, one with stone walls, but she doesn't stop to think about the fact that, like everything else in this place, it's more than likely co-ed. She's halfway out of the robe she's wearing when she spies the man in the water, and she gasps her surprise, eyes widening as she grasps at the terrycloth to pull it back closed."
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ecocentric | RUIN | 2020.10.24
"She's tired of sitting around and waiting for it to come to her, being protected and watched over when she's never even asked for it. She's scrappy enough to defend herself, even in a place as strange as this one. Why not earn some credits for cleaning up a little?"
"Just like before, Aerith has been dealing with it by trying to pretend nothing ever happened. Days spent around the house, in the patch of dirt that she's trying to turn into a garden, at the greenhouse, among the sunflowers. Nights spent tossing and turning, barely sleeping; her pale skin only serves to emphasize the dark of the circles under her eyes. And yet somehow, Aerith is sure she's dealing with it better than Cloud."
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"More reasons that a color other than pink might have been better. But that's thought pushed aside for now. She's here to have fun, not to worry. To drink and dance and... well. Other things were discussed too, weren't they?"
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"It's one of the more private springs that she slips into, one with stone walls, but she doesn't stop to think about the fact that, like everything else in this place, it's more than likely co-ed. She's halfway out of the robe she's wearing when she spies the man in the water, and she gasps her surprise, eyes widening as she grasps at the terrycloth to pull it back closed."
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"She's tired of sitting around and waiting for it to come to her, being protected and watched over when she's never even asked for it. She's scrappy enough to defend herself, even in a place as strange as this one. Why not earn some credits for cleaning up a little?"
NOVEMBER
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unvarnished | STRINGLESS | 2020.11.09
"Perhaps later, Aerith will consider herself lucky. The sweet scent of lilies brought her into the amphitheater, the young woman drifting toward its center like a petal in the breeze. In fact, the only thing that stops her from setting foot on the stage itself is the fact that someone's already there - someone she recognizes, at that."
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shemara | VOLUNTEER WORK | 2020.11.16
"And this time, the hold it has on her is stronger than before, a lift in her brows as the woman on stage asks for an assistant, a tug that pulls her toward the stage despite having had no such inclinations to perform earlier."
"Perhaps later, Aerith will consider herself lucky. The sweet scent of lilies brought her into the amphitheater, the young woman drifting toward its center like a petal in the breeze. In fact, the only thing that stops her from setting foot on the stage itself is the fact that someone's already there - someone she recognizes, at that."
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"And this time, the hold it has on her is stronger than before, a lift in her brows as the woman on stage asks for an assistant, a tug that pulls her toward the stage despite having had no such inclinations to perform earlier."
