The colour in Aerith's cheeks is contagious, and it spreads over Tifa's, too. She meets her gaze, only briefly, before she's skirting it away again, back down to where her coffee sits in her hands. And she's suddenly very, very aware of everything about herself. The way she's sitting and holding onto her cup, how hot her face is, and the way her thumbs fidget.]
I mean... could you blame me?
[They're like emeralds, and when the light catches them just right, they seem to sparkle. It's hard not to stare at them. Not to mention the fact that Tifa has always thought Aerith was very beautiful. Both inside and out... to the point where maybe she was a little jealous of her sometimes.]
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The colour in Aerith's cheeks is contagious, and it spreads over Tifa's, too. She meets her gaze, only briefly, before she's skirting it away again, back down to where her coffee sits in her hands. And she's suddenly very, very aware of everything about herself. The way she's sitting and holding onto her cup, how hot her face is, and the way her thumbs fidget.]
I mean... could you blame me?
[They're like emeralds, and when the light catches them just right, they seem to sparkle. It's hard not to stare at them. Not to mention the fact that Tifa has always thought Aerith was very beautiful. Both inside and out... to the point where maybe she was a little jealous of her sometimes.]
They're pretty.