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Aerith Gainsborough FINAL FANTASY VII REMAKE (2020) dev. Square Enix

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after the internal battle i had with myself this week... i've decided to bring aerith back! i wasn't feeling the dual blog i made for her and jessie. i think focusing on just one of them is the best choice (for me). but if anyone wants to write with jessie, she's still over on @centurieslater where i also have yuffie, barret, and a couple of other ff7 muses.

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@steeprice, "could i interest you in just one date, madam?" tips metaphorical hat and bows while grinning at her.

he wants to repay her... but why? the girl doesn't need anything in return. although she had accepted this church as her second home ages ago, she didn't own it. sure. it pained her to see that tremendous hole in the ceiling, but then she noticed the sunlight seeping through. falling onto her yellow lilies that were in desperate need of more energy. she gives him a perplexed look, a timid laugh managing to slip past her lips. aerith had never been asked but thanks to elmyra she knew what a date was. ❝ with me? don't be silly! ❞ she exclaims, ❝ all i did was watch as you crashed through the sky. you should ask the flowers instead. after all, they were the ones to cushioned your fall. ❞

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while his desire was to escape freedom; she craved it. the girl has trouble recollecting memories from her childhood. her mind blocked out a lot, leaving apertures in her memory that she still can't seem fill. what she does remember— although vaguely, is that freedom was never an option. she had only been alive for twenty something days when she was abducted and held captive in the shinra building alongside iflana. the woman who birthed her. who loved the little girl beyond measure and shielded her from professor hojo's atrocities to the best of one's ability, while having to undergo the worst of horrors herself. that's what aerith remembers. that a mother's love could endure through all.

and even now, with a nice roof over her head, tons of flowers to speak to, and a woman that adores her... she's still bounded by the chains shinra had put her in. much like wall market, there was this giant veil over her life. at the end of the day she still felt like their property. and until she leaves midgar permanently, that feeling would probably never cease.

he insists on taking her home, but she's not sure that she even wants to return. gotta look forward, not back. she said it herself only moments ago. maybe she should take her own advice. ❝ why don't i come with you? ❞ she blurts out, beach glass eyes widen imploringly. as if she were begging for him to say yes. ❝ tifa. that's her name, right? i'd love to meet her! ❞ without any forethought, she grabs hold of his forearm and hauls him in the direction opposite of where home was located. ❝ i'll just mosey on back once the sun is up. how does that sound? ❞

MIDGAR WAS NOT CLOUD'S HOME. cloud grew up in the boondocks, amidst the mountain ranges and beneath open skies not tarnished by steel monstrosities. still, despite that essence of freedom, cloud had wished to escape it— as if the watercolors that spread above their heads now, suffocated him more than midgar's plate and upper city. back then he'd wanted out, desperately so. he had dreams as big as any thirteen year old's might get. he wanted to be a soldier like sephiroth, like so many big greats with their names up on billboards just like him. and so he did— right?

sapphire eyes tinged with a ring of jade, glance down to the gravel she moves with the tip of her shoe, watching as the ground concaves to the motion; so easily impressionable. he supposes he sounds like one of barret's lessons in that thought, how easily this world takes the shape of those that leave their marks haplessly upon it. he has to get back to them... that's why he was here—

yet though he cared little for parting in the sense of not caring much at all, he cares now, painted at the edges with the faintest shade of blue. aerith's mother coloring his thoughts much more vibrantly.

he should return her home, escort her back the way they'd come, the duty of it weighing on his shoulders in a way that his shadow might call pleasantly. his shadow with same colored eyes, but blackest of black hair; a scar on his cheek, joyous reverberations in his voice. but as he looks to aerith, seeing her through eyes with memories that might dare call her familiar, he simply shrugs in response.

does he miss her already? maybe.

" c'mon, i'm taking you home; i've got the time. "

he doesn't, not really, but he'll make it.

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❝ always depend on yourself, never on others. that's what my mom always says. ❞ she could sense that something had happened back at home. the two of them wouldn't be standing here underneath a blanket of stars if something hadn't. especially when earlier that day he didn't seem to mind staying until the next morning. the conversation between him and elmyra was a mystery to her, but she had her speculations.

❝ you two are a lot alike, you know. ❞ she smiled faintly, hands clasping behind her back as she digs her shoe into the pea gravel beneath her feet. both of them seem to have this tough exterior but deep down, there was a softness. ❝ i hope you don't take that as an insult, either. because it's not. i wish i was more independent. strong. maybe if i was, i would be less afraid of the sky. ❞ she motions upward, thinking back to the small heart-to-heart they had shortly after their second first meeting.

she loved the steel sky because it kept her safe. but the more time she spends with him, the more she is willing to take the risk of never seeing it again. it's a feeling she hasn't felt in a very long time. not since... ❝ after coming all of this way? ❞ she questions playfully, ❝ sounds like someone already misses me! ❞

A SINGLE SPRIG OF SPRINGTIME BLOOM, she thrives as she pushes upward through a crack in a concrete slab. cloud can't help but at times, to stare at her for it. there is a resilience within her that the ex soldier cannot help but admire. still, he has to return to the others . . . he will, however, continue to admire the strength in aerith for a few moments longer as their meeting quickly comes to a close.

smiling this half sort of smile he has adopted in the most recent of days since finding himself in tifa's bar, he remains silent. a stoic statue that stands guard outside of the queens chambers all to ensure her safety.

" don't count on it. " he says a few moments after relinquishing her hand, looking from her round face towards the gate he must pass through to return to the others. aerith will certainly go back to her mother, a woman that certainly held no love for cloud but a passionate one for her daughter, and they might never meet again. that doesn't sit well in cloud's stomach. but as cloud does with most things he feels, he quells it by feeding it no attention.

tilting his head back towards aerith, he looks over her shoulder towards the way they had come from. " i should take you home— "

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@liegacy, offers her his hand wordlessly, a silent offering from her often times mute guardian.

the girl didn't want this undercity journey to end. she had purposefully chosen the more arduous route in hopes of prolonging this "date" of theirs a little while longer. this was something he was completely unaware of, which greatly amused the floral artist. descending the steps of the evergreen park's mountain climber, aerith looks down to see his hand extended out for her. she smiles with her eyes, ❝ you're starting to get the hang of this bodyguard job— aren't you, cloud? ❞ she firmly grasps his hand, relying on him to keep her steady while she finally plants her feet back into the ground. ❝ i think we've found your new career path. ❞

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the cutest flower peddler around 💖🌼🤭

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An answer from the planet

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