[ 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. ]
[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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β delivery. (5/16)
...Well, that's certainly something, isn't it?]
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