[ that nearly begs the question. now, how would you know anything about love at first sight?
but there's already so much negative space that he's leaving behind between them. barely a few minutes in, and she's feeling no small amount of guilt for teasing him as it is. sharing a childhood, locked up and in pseudo-privacy, she's had more than enough time to key into the slight shifts of his mood and expression. a little tic in his brow, maybe; the way the muscle in his jaw goes split-second tight, sometimes, if he's irritated. these are all easy reads, but they can only tell her so much.
sephiroth is less quiet than he used to be -- which, she thinks, would be a funny thing to say out loud. it's taken some time to unlearn his habits of silence, and surprisingly it doesn't come as unnaturally to him as she expects, hearing him try to fill the space, to give her what he can in the only way he knows because she'd asked once, when they were smaller, and he was somewhat keen to please her. he's good at it when he wants to be, but more often than not, he looks at her for a second too long, and aerith can only guess at what he's trying not to say.
like right now.
but! this is supposed to be fun! kind of? there has to be a catch somewhere, and she knows it'll come up eventually like a splash of ice water. but for now, sephiroth's here, and she's happy to see him. ]
Who do you think you're talking to? I'm a big girl, you know.
[ ... because she can tell what he's thinking, at least in this, when he's probably straining his neck, bowing his head to look down at her. ]
Mounting's the easy part. Just watch me! And you might learn a thing or two.
[ lilting as she motions her chocobo over. and as far as this part goes, she seems to have an uncanny knack at communicating with animals, because the giant bird squawks, ruffles its feathers, and bends right down with the simple gesture of aerith's hand.
even the climb goes pretty smoothly, her hand steady as she shuffles on, only slightly awkward when it's still a new experience, and she's definitely wearing a dress not suited for riding. but she manages somehow, her perch stable when she's straddling astride the saddle, and she's peering up at sephiroth with some owl-eyed, bright look that must mean she's awfully proud of herself! ]
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but there's already so much negative space that he's leaving behind between them. barely a few minutes in, and she's feeling no small amount of guilt for teasing him as it is. sharing a childhood, locked up and in pseudo-privacy, she's had more than enough time to key into the slight shifts of his mood and expression. a little tic in his brow, maybe; the way the muscle in his jaw goes split-second tight, sometimes, if he's irritated. these are all easy reads, but they can only tell her so much.
sephiroth is less quiet than he used to be -- which, she thinks, would be a funny thing to say out loud. it's taken some time to unlearn his habits of silence, and surprisingly it doesn't come as unnaturally to him as she expects, hearing him try to fill the space, to give her what he can in the only way he knows because she'd asked once, when they were smaller, and he was somewhat keen to please her. he's good at it when he wants to be, but more often than not, he looks at her for a second too long, and aerith can only guess at what he's trying not to say.
like right now.
but! this is supposed to be fun! kind of? there has to be a catch somewhere, and she knows it'll come up eventually like a splash of ice water. but for now, sephiroth's here, and she's happy to see him. ]
Who do you think you're talking to? I'm a big girl, you know.
[ ... because she can tell what he's thinking, at least in this, when he's probably straining his neck, bowing his head to look down at her. ]
Mounting's the easy part. Just watch me! And you might learn a thing or two.
[ lilting as she motions her chocobo over. and as far as this part goes, she seems to have an uncanny knack at communicating with animals, because the giant bird squawks, ruffles its feathers, and bends right down with the simple gesture of aerith's hand.
even the climb goes pretty smoothly, her hand steady as she shuffles on, only slightly awkward when it's still a new experience, and she's definitely wearing a dress not suited for riding. but she manages somehow, her perch stable when she's straddling astride the saddle, and she's peering up at sephiroth with some owl-eyed, bright look that must mean she's awfully proud of herself! ]