[ It's not unusual for Aerith to be the brightest splash of color in any given space. Her determinedly cheerful personality aside, the flowers tend to set her apart– but she's never felt like she's lit up a room quite like she does with Tseng. While she doesn't exactly bring chaos to his order (he does keep a very firm grip on it, after all), Aerith likes to believe some of her light ends up rubbing off on him.
And while he's this close, it's impossible to think about anything other than relishing the impression she, and her surprise gift, have made on Tseng. One hand smoothes over the front of his shirt, fingers curling delicately in the fabric while she listens to him speak with those bright, unabashedly adoring eyes. ] It's the time of year for treating yourself, isn't it?
[ Raising herself onto the balls of her feet, Aerith's eyes narrow slyly at him, grinning before her chin tilts up, and she presses her lips against his. ] Don't worry. You're my gift, too.
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Date: 2025-05-21 02:51 am (UTC)And while he's this close, it's impossible to think about anything other than relishing the impression she, and her surprise gift, have made on Tseng. One hand smoothes over the front of his shirt, fingers curling delicately in the fabric while she listens to him speak with those bright, unabashedly adoring eyes. ] It's the time of year for treating yourself, isn't it?
[ Raising herself onto the balls of her feet, Aerith's eyes narrow slyly at him, grinning before her chin tilts up, and she presses her lips against his. ] Don't worry. You're my gift, too.