#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ › someone tell me something comforting.

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an anon asked: What is Aerith’s favourite flower? 👀 for science..

ooooo!!  this is a good question and it’s also one that’s really hard to answer because my brain is like “give her ur fav flower” and that’s not how this works.  my favorite flowers are camellias, for the record and aerith really likes them too, but her fav is probably lilies or amaryllis.  it appears to be what we see her carrying around and selling most often and aerith is def the kind of person who would grow more of what she likes.  but i think she probably also likes strelitzias, because they’re symbolic of freedom.  not exactly the kind of flower that you would sell but def one that she has an attachment to.  there’s this... visceral draw that she has to the concept of freedom.  it seems very illusive to her and she’s always desperately chasing it but it’s always just out of her grasp.  

anyway. lilies, amaryllis, and birds of paradise for her.  specifically red amaryllis and yellow / white lillies.  

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ › i feel hope deep in my bones ; tomorrow will be beautiful. #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ › someone tell me something comforting.

[floraheart]

@cloudvii​ whispered: “ i've been wanting to kiss you for a while. “

               oh-  it comes so suddenly that it cuts into the middle of a sentence, her hands still posed midair where they’d been gesticulating animatedly as she told him an irrelevant story to fill the empty evening air.  for the first time since they met, it seems he’s stunned her into sincere silence - the kind where she doesn’t know what to say rather than the kind where she’s trying to think of a way to change the subject.  eyelashes flutter rapidly, looking for a moment as if she’s been struck, gaze sweeping over him in search of some indication that this is yet another teasing remark or attempt to rile her up.  but it isn’t.  

              her hands drop to her side as she pushes to her feet, brushing dust off her skirt before turning her gaze back towards him.  his back is against a wooden support, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes locked on her features.  serious as can be.  he’s cutest when he’s serious.  the real, awkward kind of actually trying sort of serious.  not whatever else he pretended to be to keep people at arms length.  she likes this side of him.  maybe even loves it. 

              isn’t that a terrifying thought?

              the patio where they’d settled for the evening is old, made of the same rotting wood as the rickety motel that it wraps around where the rest of their party is sleeping.  aerith walks from where she’d been sitting to where he’s standing in four quick steps, stopping less than a foot in front of him.  ❝ why haven’t you? ❞  it’s an innocent enough question, breathed into the limited space between them, voice low like they’re sharing secrets.  her head cants to the side, breath held as she waits for a response or the courage to break a boundary she hasn’t crossed in years. 

            the last guy i fell in love with-  if the same thing were to happen with cloud, she’s not sure she’d ever be able to trust again.  her ability to trust people, to really trust them, is already somewhat spotty as it is.  but to give her heart away and have someone run off and vanish with it again?  

            her hands rest on his chest.  she takes another step closer.  when she breathes in, they’re chest to chest.  when she tilts her head back to look at him, the distance between their lips is so miniscule someone could bump her and they might accidentally kiss.  he has to be the one to do it.  the first time, at least.  after-  good luck convincing her to stop kissing him, after.   ❝ i want you to, cloud.  so what’re you waiting for? ❞  

#i- #she- #them- #waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ɪᴄ › where flowers bloom ; so does hope. #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ › someone tell me something comforting. #cloudvii #i got so wrapped up i forgot an icon

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@battleshot​​ whispered: “ hey! Check it out! I got some’a the pictures developed — remember?? The ones I took outside your setup? Although… this ones my favourite (offering her the photos but pointing to one of aerith smiling… speaking then, quieter to himself..) that’s natural beauty in its finest form…. (Clearing his throat) the flowers — I mean — the flowers!”

               he has her attention the moment he comes bounding into view, the sturdy tin watering can in her hands set gently on the bumper of her truck.  she drags her hands over her apron in a lazy attempt to dry them and leans forward to listen while he talks, nodding when he asks if she remembers the photos in question.  of course she does, time spent with him tends to stand out quiet starkly in comparison to the dreary routine of her day to day.  

              ❝ hm? ❞  she turns her head towards him when he murmurs about her under his breath, their faces particularly close as she gazes up at him curiously.  natural beauty in it’s finest form.  cute, but she’s not sure she agrees with him.  seems like a prime opportunity to tease him, though, so why not move in for the kill?  ❝ sorry, i didn’t hear you, what was that?  something about natural beauty? ❞

              her lips curl into a smile, almost the same as the one captured in the picture, but with a hint of devilishness laced into it.  she drags her tongue over her lips, plucking the picture in question out of the stack and placing it on top so she can get a better look at it.  ❝ do you think i’m beautiful prompto? ❞

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ɪᴄ › where flowers bloom ; so does hope. #battleshot #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ › someone tell me something comforting.

[floraheartt]

@yuruse​ whispered:  ✌ : Is your muse good with their hands?  //  x

yes.  extremely.  she’s very dexterous and knows when to be gentle and when to be rough and when to be somewhere in between.  she’s probably better with her hands than she is with her mouth (unless you count running it) and is quite fond of using them.  while she doesn’t have as much experience with the ladies, she is of the opinion that she knows what she’s doing when it comes to that set of tools rather than the other.  after all, what works on herself must work on others, right? 

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ › i feel hope deep in my bones ; tomorrow will be beautiful. #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ › someone tell me something comforting. #yuruse #suggestive / #i'm leaving dhskl:ERHKLE:SHRE #she's a self confident little brat i'm sorry

[floraheartt]

@dystcpiia​​ whispered: “ i know you’re in love with me. " // biggs

               ❝ oh you know, huh? ❞  there’s a familiarity to the teasing that makes her feel safe, a sort of comfort in the known that lends to a more relaxed state than she might normally find herself in.  she smiles more easily as a result, the bridge of her nose a soft shade of pink that might normally have been hidden by a shockingly good poker face.  but just because she’s comfortable doesn’t mean she’s okay with committing to a yes or no answer, especially when the topic involves something like love. 

              ❝ how do you know? ❞  the question is innocent enough.  she steps closer, placing herself rather firmly in his personal space, nothing but a sliver of air between their chests.  green eyes bravely meet his gaze, head tipped back to face him head on, but the soft dusting of pink remains.  ❝ i don’t even really know what love feels like.  so how can you know if i don’t even know myself, hm? ❞

#' i don't know what love feels like ' she said like a liar #dystcpiia #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ɪᴄ › where flowers bloom ; so does hope. #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ › someone tell me something comforting.