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vatheon2012-11-03 08:01 pm
fightforastar) wrote in vatheon2012-11-03 08:01 pm
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Who: Tifa and you
Where: Vatheon's streets
When: Night
Style: I'll match~
Status: Open!
It's only supposed to be one night more, but it just seems like one night too many. Tifa's barely slept in the past week, and her nerves are shot, and she doesn't think she can stand to spend another night alone in her apartment with that monster.
Maybe walking off into the foggy darkness isn't the best plan, but anything, anywhere, is better than that. At least he won't be there in what passes for her home in this city. Maybe on the move she won't feel trapped with him.
But she still sees him--and so can anyone else who gets close enough: a tall, silver-haired man carrying a wickedly long sword. He seems to slip in and out of the shadows, sometimes disappearing just long enough to make her think she's finally lost him, only to appear again, his blade rushing for her chest. Sometimes he walks beside her, his stride smooth and predatory no matter how quick her step, and speaks to her, coldly recounting the deaths she's seen him bring about.
She ignores him as much as she can, but at best he makes her skin crawl. Maybe in the end it's no better than if she'd stayed put, but she's having trouble now finding her way back.
Where: Vatheon's streets
When: Night
Style: I'll match~
Status: Open!
It's only supposed to be one night more, but it just seems like one night too many. Tifa's barely slept in the past week, and her nerves are shot, and she doesn't think she can stand to spend another night alone in her apartment with that monster.
Maybe walking off into the foggy darkness isn't the best plan, but anything, anywhere, is better than that. At least he won't be there in what passes for her home in this city. Maybe on the move she won't feel trapped with him.
But she still sees him--and so can anyone else who gets close enough: a tall, silver-haired man carrying a wickedly long sword. He seems to slip in and out of the shadows, sometimes disappearing just long enough to make her think she's finally lost him, only to appear again, his blade rushing for her chest. Sometimes he walks beside her, his stride smooth and predatory no matter how quick her step, and speaks to her, coldly recounting the deaths she's seen him bring about.
She ignores him as much as she can, but at best he makes her skin crawl. Maybe in the end it's no better than if she'd stayed put, but she's having trouble now finding her way back.
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"I know."
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No, that's a puzzle for another time.
She doesn't bother trying to return the smile because she doesn't think she could manage it right now, but she nods again. "We'll talk again later."
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But for now, he'll return the nod and give her a little wave. "Take care of yourself. I'll see ya around." And with that, he'll turn and leave her to her own devices. She's not the only one who's got more to think over.