[As much as she would love to just drag him back down under the covers and hold him in her arms, as much as she would love to just distract themselves with each other for a little while, the dogs are just as eager to be around them, their worry just as palpable in the air as her own, so she'll save it for later. For now, she's happy to throw her arms around him for one last kiss, soft yet passionate, quick but lingering, a buzz of warmth enveloping them for the brief moment their lips touch and her nose nuzzles his.]
One pot, coming up.
[She smiles at him, pats Melody on the head, and climbs out of bed, throwing a robe around herself.]
I'll call you when it's ready.
[She leans in to press a kiss atop Valo's head and scratch Eria behind the ears on her way out, the rest of the dogs following after her as she leaves.
Dawn has barely cracked, the sun not even breaching the horizon yet, so she keeps quiet, not wanting to wake Lyria in the process, but sooner than later, the sweet, floral scent of the tea fills the house as it brews in the kitchen.
The time it takes gives Tifa some room to breathe, and process what it is she saw in that nightmare. The explosion, the fires, a young, helpless boy. The claws, and the eyes that they belonged to... The way it felt so familiar and yet so unrecognizable at the same time, like a distant, foggy memory that she couldn't quite place or put her finger on. Like when a word rests on the tip of her tongue that she can't find. To say that she is terrified for him would be an understatement of the year, and she's been worried since even before he left for Orkili. It was that dream that they shared a few months ago that told her that something was not quite right, but back then, she couldn't figure out what.
Slowly, things begin to fall into place that she wishes they wouldn't, and while all of this is a mystery to her still, she knows one thing for sure: that she needs to keep an eye on things from her on out.
For now, they can at least enjoy their cups of tea out in the living room curled up next to each other on the couch, and once the sun begins to rise, she will drag him outside to the balcony to watch it through the flowery canopy of their tree where, in spite of the nightmares from earlier, the flowers continue to bloom so bright that no one could ever guess anything happened in here that night.]
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❤️💙 fin.
One pot, coming up.
[She smiles at him, pats Melody on the head, and climbs out of bed, throwing a robe around herself.]
I'll call you when it's ready.
[She leans in to press a kiss atop Valo's head and scratch Eria behind the ears on her way out, the rest of the dogs following after her as she leaves.
Dawn has barely cracked, the sun not even breaching the horizon yet, so she keeps quiet, not wanting to wake Lyria in the process, but sooner than later, the sweet, floral scent of the tea fills the house as it brews in the kitchen.
The time it takes gives Tifa some room to breathe, and process what it is she saw in that nightmare. The explosion, the fires, a young, helpless boy. The claws, and the eyes that they belonged to... The way it felt so familiar and yet so unrecognizable at the same time, like a distant, foggy memory that she couldn't quite place or put her finger on. Like when a word rests on the tip of her tongue that she can't find. To say that she is terrified for him would be an understatement of the year, and she's been worried since even before he left for Orkili. It was that dream that they shared a few months ago that told her that something was not quite right, but back then, she couldn't figure out what.
Slowly, things begin to fall into place that she wishes they wouldn't, and while all of this is a mystery to her still, she knows one thing for sure: that she needs to keep an eye on things from her on out.
For now, they can at least enjoy their cups of tea out in the living room curled up next to each other on the couch, and once the sun begins to rise, she will drag him outside to the balcony to watch it through the flowery canopy of their tree where, in spite of the nightmares from earlier, the flowers continue to bloom so bright that no one could ever guess anything happened in here that night.]