air-strike:

Tseng frowned and pulled a face as he started to wake up, not sure how long he’d been asleep. There was a deep headache in the back of his head and at his neck from lying in one spot sleeping too much. The sooner I get up and out of here, the better… he thought to himself. He opened his eyes and blinked at the light, taking note of the fact that it was still daytime from it. Well, either that or he’d slept through a whole day, which he doubted.

When he tried to move his arm was when he registered the slight pull there, and he turned his head to find someone else’s hand - Aerith’s hand, holding his. She was curled up in the chair with her head forward resting on her other hand. The flowers were new, too. He felt a rush of dulled emotion at that. It had been so long since he’d seen her. He hadn’t even given her that lunch she promised. She should be preparing for her big day, but instead she was sitting here wasting her time sleeping beside him.

He thought for a moment that he wouldn’t wake her, but decided that was a bad idea. She’d probably give me a scolding for it, he thought with a hint of humour that couldn’t seem to reach his face for a smile. He moved his hand a little, hoping to wake her gently rather than suddenly.

“Aerith?” He said quietly, his voice hoarse from injury and lack of use.

“Mmm?” Aerith mumbled softly. She slowly opened her eyes and let them roam around the hospital room. She felt his hand in hers and smiled, sitting up a little bit. She turned her head towards him.

“Hi.” She giggled, squeezing his hand a bit. Tseng looked a little uncomfortable. She could sense his discomfort from the injuries. “I hope you’re feeling a little better!” She bit her tongue before she could ramble on more. The last thing Aerith wanted was to annoy him when he was in a hospital.

She had prepared to scold him the second he awoke for not calling her, but discarded the idea quickly. She would have to save it for a later day, she thought. A day when he was in a much better state. She let her eyes drop to her leg self-consciously, and pulled the hem of her dress down, trying to cover the scars the surgery had unfortunately left her with. “I’ve missed you, you know!”

air-strike:

Tseng pulled at the identity band on his wrist, put there by some random member of the medical staff, rotating it around his bandaged arm absently. Movement had slowly returned to him after he emerged from unconciousness, and he was even sitting up slightly now, propped up with pillows. He’d been…

Aerith slowly stopped in front of the hospital room, double checking the number outside. She brought her hand up to the door but stopped right before her knuckles could gently tap against it.

If it were a few years earlier, Aerith would have barged right in without a second though, and jumped onto the hospital bed. But times were different now. She had grown more careful. She rolled her shoulders back, abruptly deciding to go through with it, otherwise the flowers she had picked for him would just go to waste.

She quietly opened the door, poking her head in first. Tseng was slightly propped up on the bed with his eyes tightly closed. She opened the door a little wider to slide inside, then quietly clicked it closed. She placed the vase of cool-blue flowers on the stand next to his bed.

Aerith’s eyes then turned back to the man, scanning up and down his body. He had really taken a beating. Giving him a worried look, she gently lowered herself into the chair next to him and reached out, smoothing down his long, black hair. “Hi.” She smiled. She lowered her hand into his and gave it a small squeeze. “Are you feeling any better?” He appeared to be sleeping, but she continued on anyway. “I came because I was worried about you! I shouldn’t worry, because you’ve always been strong..”

She continued to talk to the sleeping man for another hour, telling him all about her bad month. Her eyes grew tired and she lowered her head down to the mattress, using the hand that wasn’t in his as a pillow. “I’ll.. just.. wait here for you.. to wake up..” She murmured.

zack-fair:

“Alright, then. How about… Italian? There’s a little place on Loveless Avenue. We can take my motorcycle…” He had heard it was the best food in Midgar, and he’d like to see for himself.

“We can pick the date there. And we should probably choose a place, too…”

His heart was racing. They were really getting married!

She nodded excitedly. “I want a salad with real Italian dressing!” Aerith hugged him closer to her, kissing the corner of his mouth lightly.

“Of course we’ll pick the place, too!” She laughed, kissing him straight on this time.

(via zack-fair-deactivated)

zack-fair:

“Hah, I’m not the greatest… but I am kinda great, maybe…” He winked at her. “We can definitely decide on a date tonight!” Although he tried not to show it, his heart was pounding with excitement.

“So do you have any place in particular that you want to eat?”

Aerith giggled. “Not just kinda great, silly!” She stuck her playfully tongue out at him, feeling her own excitement bubble up.

“Hmm.. I’m actually just happy eating with you in general! The location doesn’t matter one bit!” She smiled sweetly.

(via zack-fair-deactivated)

gildingthepast:

Rufus sighed and was hauled back to the present. “Hmm? Oh no, please, do come in. Although, I apologize for the state of the place. The mansion was quite torn up after the attack…”

He stepped out and strode into the mansion, nodding to the servants who scrambled to attend him and waving them off as politely as possible. Hopefully, by the time he got upstairs, Elena would have moved to the study or bathroom so that he could grab a few things from the wardrobe…

Aerith followed closely behind Rufus, her eyes avoiding the stains from the attacks that had occurred here. His mansion felt so.. cold. She made a note to drop some flowers off for him to help make it feel more homey.

“Why do you live in such a big house?” She questioned, noting all of the large, unused rooms. “Isn’t it just you that lives here?”