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paixaorpg2010-02-21 09:04 pm
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A Locked Heart in Strife! A Fateful Meeting Between Sword and Fist! [ACTIVE]
Character(s): Tifa Lockhart and Cloud Strife
Content: Tifa is cleaning up the bar, and Cloud walks in.
Setting: Seventh Heaven.
Time: Late at night, when Aeris is asleep and Tifa's finishing cleaning up.
Warnings: Pairings wars ahoy!
It had been a fairly successful opening day, Tifa thought. At the very least, her employees seemed to have enjoyed themselves (though Meg seemed a bit... preoccupied, but Tifa didn't know her well enough to see if anything was terribly off), and it wasn't deserted. All in all, Tifa felt proud of herself; she'd be able to do this for a while, it seemed.
Finishing the busing of the tables, Tifa left a lone light on as she stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. The Heartless wandered about at night, yes, but right in front of the restaurant seemed safe so far. Plus, she had wanted to make sure everything was all right; she'd never forgive herself if Aeris died again due to her carelessness. Certainly, Cloud felt responsible for her death, but Tifa felt a sort of responsibility, too, as her friend.
Content: Tifa is cleaning up the bar, and Cloud walks in.
Setting: Seventh Heaven.
Time: Late at night, when Aeris is asleep and Tifa's finishing cleaning up.
Warnings: Pairings wars ahoy!
It had been a fairly successful opening day, Tifa thought. At the very least, her employees seemed to have enjoyed themselves (though Meg seemed a bit... preoccupied, but Tifa didn't know her well enough to see if anything was terribly off), and it wasn't deserted. All in all, Tifa felt proud of herself; she'd be able to do this for a while, it seemed.
Finishing the busing of the tables, Tifa left a lone light on as she stepped outside for a breath of fresh air. The Heartless wandered about at night, yes, but right in front of the restaurant seemed safe so far. Plus, she had wanted to make sure everything was all right; she'd never forgive herself if Aeris died again due to her carelessness. Certainly, Cloud felt responsible for her death, but Tifa felt a sort of responsibility, too, as her friend.
sorry my horrid-atus came at the worst time possible!!
Guilt was hanging heavily over his head as he dragged his feet along, his head down. As he lifted it, there she was. Tifa. Even though there was somethng different about her, there was no mistaking her identity. The past few months, for him, he had spent in a degree of solitude back home. Seeing her now... well, only helped to solidify the self-loathing that was creeping its way up into his throat, tightening it, making it hard to speak.
"... Tifa?"