[ when tifa's hand brushes against that new old scar, shuddering at the marred skin that now crosses up between her chest, she first thinks of the man who put it there, who'd slashed that diagonal wound before the skin grafts had done a fine job in covering most of it up. then she briefly thinks of cloud, in wondering if she should tell him about it β but she remembers how much he'd doubted her, how the sudden appearance of the scar's new prominent form might just confuse him further, and she's not sure she's ready for the conversation.
but then she thinks of aerith, of the girl she's come to trust so much of her life with, how much she craves her soothing words and smile even now. it's almost late now, but tifa reaches out all the same. ]
[ As a general rule, Aerith hasn't slept that well since arriving at the resort. There are some nights that are an exception, but usually she finds herself tossing and turning for what feels like hours, listening for an absent whisper in the wind, the laughing voice of the flowers, the feel of the planet's lifeforce under her.
It may have been a few months, and she may have started to adjust in other ways, but this? No.
So she's still very much awake when her watch buzzes eyes flicking to the lit screen and a smile finding her lips when she sees who's messaging her. ]
I'm awake. Who's this?
[ And then, a moment later: ]
I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Your username is too obvious, Tifa~
[ even through the watch's message, she could practically hear the playful tone of aerith's voice, the teasing that seems to come through in her words, and even that's enough to inspire a reassured smile on her own lips. a good start to the kind of solace she knows she can find with her friend. ]
probably not, huh? i guess i wasn't feeling too inspired when i first showed up here. maybe you could help me come up with something more fun.
i just wanted to see how you were doing. nights here feel a lot different than they ever felt in midgar. or anywhere else we've been.
[ For a moment, Aerith almost wonders if Tifa can see her, lying here and tossing back and forth like she is. (And in all honesty? She probably can, even though she's in a totally different room. They've shared rooms often enough, after all.) ]
I'll help you come up with something, don't worry~
But... hmm. I'm not sure if it's exactly the same, but... pretty sure I know what you mean. Are you having trouble sleeping?
[ It's a question as much as it is an admission. ]
[ the fact that aerith responds at this hour at all means she likely isn't sleeping too well either, and it's familiar enough, the way they've called out to each other in the dark when sharing a room at the inns, seeking each other for some kind of console to the restless thoughts in their head. ]
yeah, i guess i am. just a lot on my mind. and still getting used to everything.
[ a pause before she adds, ]
the space feels a little too big too for just me. i was wondering if you want to sleep here a night. there's a lot of room.
[A knock at Aerith's door sometime on the afternoon of the 16th reveals one of the resort's staff couriers, trim and silent in uniform and bearing a small black box tied with black ribbon. Though there's no sign of a card or any other indication of its sender on the outside of the box, once opened Aerith will find a small clear plastic bag filled with a handful of seeds (which, if grown, will produce jasmine flowers, not that the sender actually knows their names), and a folded paper note torn from one of the complementary notepads belonging to the Queen suite.
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but then she thinks of aerith, of the girl she's come to trust so much of her life with, how much she craves her soothing words and smile even now. it's almost late now, but tifa reaches out all the same. ]
hey, aerith? you awake?
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It may have been a few months, and she may have started to adjust in other ways, but this? No.
So she's still very much awake when her watch buzzes eyes flicking to the lit screen and a smile finding her lips when she sees who's messaging her. ]
I'm awake.
Who's this?
[ And then, a moment later: ]
I'm kidding, I'm kidding!
Your username is too obvious, Tifa~
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probably not, huh? i guess i wasn't feeling too inspired when i first showed up here. maybe you could help me come up with something more fun.
i just wanted to see how you were doing. nights here feel a lot different than they ever felt in midgar. or anywhere else we've been.
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I'll help you come up with something, don't worry~
But... hmm. I'm not sure if it's exactly the same, but... pretty sure I know what you mean. Are you having trouble sleeping?
[ It's a question as much as it is an admission. ]
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yeah, i guess i am. just a lot on my mind. and still getting used to everything.
[ a pause before she adds, ]
the space feels a little too big too for just me. i was wondering if you want to sleep here a night. there's a lot of room.
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...Well, that's certainly something, isn't it?]
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These are wonderful.
Thank you.
As soon as I have some flowers from them, I'll ask you to come and see, okay~?
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Don't get too excited. I always have ulterior motives, remember.
But you might mention to Cloud that I'm playing nice. Coming from you, he might even believe it.
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But... It's a deal, okay? I'll tell him.