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[personal profile] saults 2025-07-01 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ when aerith responds so quickly, tifa's taken aback briefly at how her offer has been met with such an immediate agreement, but the thought only lingers for a single before her lips ease into a pleased smile, aware that this is just the sort of thing she'd expect out of aerith, always so readily there when she needs her most.

she lingers in bed for a bit longer, not really thinking to get herself ready for aerith, someone who she's consistently felt so comfortable to simply be herself around. it's why she remains in her simple tank top and shorts, the former doing little to disguise the scar curving up from between her breasts. no doubt aerith will see it, but then that's one of the things she wants to tell her about.

in hearing the knock, she darts off towards the front door, stepping quickly through a suite that's much too large, ceilings a little too high above her head, with an open room for a bar on one side near the entrace, equipped with its very own piano to accommodate her tastes.

as she opens the door, her smile is instant. ]


Hey, you. Come on, come on in. [ she steps aside, opening the door wider to allow the other girl room to step inside. ]
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[personal profile] saults 2025-07-08 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ she'd hoped, with some reluctance of its possibility, that aerith wouldn't immediately be drawn to the scar upon her chest. not that there'd have been any way of really postponing it being spotted without properly covering it with a different piece of clothing, but in having it be the first thing for the other girl to notice makes her feel somehow guilty, as if tifa bears some sort of fault for its appearance, like a punishment she can't quite put her finger on.

all too quickly she senses the worry in her friend's eyes and she reaches up with a hand over aerith's at her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. ]


I'mβ€” I'm okay, really. It ... well, it didn't really happen here, but it didn't show up until I was here. Not that that makes much sense, I know, but ...

[ she takes a breath, lifting her eyes to her with a tight press of her lips as she figures out how to explain. ]

This ... this was the wound I got from Sephiroth five years ago, before the doctors covered it up. The skin grafts they gave me, it helped heal most of it, except for the spot down hereβ€” [ with her first hand, she puts her palm high on her belly, just below her breasts. ] Where they put the plate to straighten my sternum. But a few weeks ago, when I came face to face with that giant beating heart down below the resortβ€” somehow, the wound showed up again, looking like an old scar, like it'd just been invisible all these years. I'm not really sure why.