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tampered2010-03-07 12:02 am
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ongoing; closed
When; ? x time of x night -- CALL IT this Monday, the 8th
Rating; G~PG
Characters; Tifa Lockhart (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
notmemories) & Aerith Gainsborough (seekingsame)
Summary; Time and dynamics; nothing is ever simple. Girl talk makes everything better? If not easier.
Log;
Her hair was still damp as she tugged the brush through one last time, then pulled most of it back into a loose twist. She hummed to herself as she pushed at her bangs (they slid, immediately, back into place), as she leaned closer to the mirror and winked, as she rubbed her hands together and pretended they were warm.
Pretending was easy; she never had to think about it or even go through the motions, most of the time. Right now she could focus instead on her socks: fuzzy! green! with white no-slip flowers on their bottoms! Or on her nightgown, long sleeved and warm.
Having new things, squinting at a blemish under her ear; she hadn't even spent time without it, so it was just the same, wasn't it? That she woke up and had to remind herself to breathe, and settle into that old habit (not necessity), it wasn't so bad. And speaking of old habits... swallowing the name on the tip of her tongue, she flexed her fingers, looked down to her wiggling toes.
Shaking her head, Aerith fell back onto her bed.
Rating; G~PG
Characters; Tifa Lockhart (
notmemories) & Aerith Gainsborough (seekingsame)Summary; Time and dynamics; nothing is ever simple. Girl talk makes everything better? If not easier.
Log;
Her hair was still damp as she tugged the brush through one last time, then pulled most of it back into a loose twist. She hummed to herself as she pushed at her bangs (they slid, immediately, back into place), as she leaned closer to the mirror and winked, as she rubbed her hands together and pretended they were warm.
Pretending was easy; she never had to think about it or even go through the motions, most of the time. Right now she could focus instead on her socks: fuzzy! green! with white no-slip flowers on their bottoms! Or on her nightgown, long sleeved and warm.
Having new things, squinting at a blemish under her ear; she hadn't even spent time without it, so it was just the same, wasn't it? That she woke up and had to remind herself to breathe, and settle into that old habit (not necessity), it wasn't so bad. And speaking of old habits... swallowing the name on the tip of her tongue, she flexed her fingers, looked down to her wiggling toes.
Shaking her head, Aerith fell back onto her bed.