even as a child, she doesn't think she's ever seen him like this before. even out of his element, cradling a handful of daisies, or with his white clothes caked in colorful chalk, sephiroth's lines have always presented a little too severe for her. straight-spined, dainty, and exacting -- and that was before she saw him hold a sword with a blade twice the length of him, and considered, for all of a moment, if she should be scared.
alas, he would be so lucky. she's ignoring his half-hearted, level protests. she has to be if she's reaching out for his curious chocobo instead, eyes bright and her hum canary-blissful as she cups its feathery head, hands soft as she leans in to nuzzle, unafraid of its giant beak and the very real possibility that it could easily pluck her eyes out.
because apparently danger and proper training etiquette are just jokes to tell to other people. and if there's anything in this room that's going to keep pecking at her, it's sephiroth, really. ]
Mm... is it? Does that mean you're not going to share, even a little teensy bit?
[ which is a point that, if she were younger with her older temper, could be an easy lead-in to a fight.
the fact that she's still smiling, bright and wistful and practiced, must be a testament to her growth without him. where sephiroth seems just a little bit more animated (strange, she thinks, when all that's really changed is the blood), she's a little bit more subdued. it's a difference she can feel.
their differences used to annoy her more than they should, when he would be so quiet, and she'd feel like she'd just chatted his ear off. it's been a while, and it's almost as if he's gained enough secrets to be a complete stranger to her. maybe she wouldn't mind it so much if he didn't already know all of hers.
or if she didn't miss him terribly. ]
You could tattle on me, I guess.
[ she does, after all, have a bad habit of roaming. it isn't a bad guess, if he weren't wrong. ]
But then you'd be tearing apart true love... I think your chocobo really likes me!
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even as a child, she doesn't think she's ever seen him like this before. even out of his element, cradling a handful of daisies, or with his white clothes caked in colorful chalk, sephiroth's lines have always presented a little too severe for her. straight-spined, dainty, and exacting -- and that was before she saw him hold a sword with a blade twice the length of him, and considered, for all of a moment, if she should be scared.
alas, he would be so lucky. she's ignoring his half-hearted, level protests. she has to be if she's reaching out for his curious chocobo instead, eyes bright and her hum canary-blissful as she cups its feathery head, hands soft as she leans in to nuzzle, unafraid of its giant beak and the very real possibility that it could easily pluck her eyes out.
because apparently danger and proper training etiquette are just jokes to tell to other people. and if there's anything in this room that's going to keep pecking at her, it's sephiroth, really. ]
Mm... is it? Does that mean you're not going to share, even a little teensy bit?
[ which is a point that, if she were younger with her older temper, could be an easy lead-in to a fight.
the fact that she's still smiling, bright and wistful and practiced, must be a testament to her growth without him. where sephiroth seems just a little bit more animated (strange, she thinks, when all that's really changed is the blood), she's a little bit more subdued. it's a difference she can feel.
their differences used to annoy her more than they should, when he would be so quiet, and she'd feel like she'd just chatted his ear off. it's been a while, and it's almost as if he's gained enough secrets to be a complete stranger to her. maybe she wouldn't mind it so much if he didn't already know all of hers.
or if she didn't miss him terribly. ]
You could tattle on me, I guess.
[ she does, after all, have a bad habit of roaming. it isn't a bad guess, if he weren't wrong. ]
But then you'd be tearing apart true love... I think your chocobo really likes me!