That is a promise that Tifa can't possibly keep. Aerith knows it the moment she hears it. Something Tifa's said, however, keeps sticking out. This whole idea of fighting against fate. As much as Aerith thinks she knows something Tifa doesn't maybe it's really the other way around. But in the way that she's been hesitant to share anything about what she's seen or what she thinks will happen, she's hesitant to ask for more information as well. As if there are some things that just neither of them are meant to know.
There is no judgement lingering in the flower girl as she takes the opportunity to simply take Tifa in. It hardly takes a breath for hug to instigate before Aerith is quick to return it, curling slender arms around her counterpart with a sigh. She could never get tired of hugging Tifa, honestly, and maybe that's because Aerith has had a surprising shortage of hugs in her life. It seems like something so small and yet it's something with so much weight behind it. If she tried to explain it to anyone else, it'd sound laughable, she's sure.
When Tifa draws back, Aerith feels the subtle jab of guilt. There she goes, making someone else upset. That was never her intention, and yes sometimes it seems intention rarely has anything to do with the way a situation might end. Apologetically, she manages a subtle and wistful smile. Not quite forced, but fully acknowledging how her predicament has affected what she'd consider her nearest, and dearest friend.]
You know, that sounds really, really great.
[She offers up her cup to Tifa.]
You were prepared. I should have told you what was going on a lot sooner.
[Because then, maybe they could have just wine'd it all away.]
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That is a promise that Tifa can't possibly keep. Aerith knows it the moment she hears it. Something Tifa's said, however, keeps sticking out. This whole idea of fighting against fate. As much as Aerith thinks she knows something Tifa doesn't maybe it's really the other way around. But in the way that she's been hesitant to share anything about what she's seen or what she thinks will happen, she's hesitant to ask for more information as well. As if there are some things that just neither of them are meant to know.
There is no judgement lingering in the flower girl as she takes the opportunity to simply take Tifa in. It hardly takes a breath for hug to instigate before Aerith is quick to return it, curling slender arms around her counterpart with a sigh. She could never get tired of hugging Tifa, honestly, and maybe that's because Aerith has had a surprising shortage of hugs in her life. It seems like something so small and yet it's something with so much weight behind it. If she tried to explain it to anyone else, it'd sound laughable, she's sure.
When Tifa draws back, Aerith feels the subtle jab of guilt. There she goes, making someone else upset. That was never her intention, and yes sometimes it seems intention rarely has anything to do with the way a situation might end. Apologetically, she manages a subtle and wistful smile. Not quite forced, but fully acknowledging how her predicament has affected what she'd consider her nearest, and dearest friend.]
You know, that sounds really, really great.
[She offers up her cup to Tifa.]
You were prepared. I should have told you what was going on a lot sooner.
[Because then, maybe they could have just wine'd it all away.]