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[novaturi]

                             @speedance​​​ said : “ I slept incredibly well before I met you ”                                                   ↳ poetry prompts   //    accepting

tifa   hummed   softly,   leaning   crossed   from   roche   at   the   counter,   ❝   sounds   a   lot   like   you’re   blaming   me.   ❞   she   tilted   her   head   innocently   as   if   she   was   𝐀𝐓   𝐍𝐎   𝐅𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌.   he’d   been   frequenting   her   bar   more   than   usual—perhaps   he’d   become   addicted   to   the   atmosphere   or   perhaps   it   was   her   conversation   that   drew   him   ‘out   of   the   saddle’   as   he   would   put   it.   ❝   oh   !   is   this   due   to   a   new   alcohol   addiction   ?   ❞      she   feigns   a   shocked   expression   which   soon   breaks   in   to   soft   laughter,   a   simper   spreads   crossed   her   lips   before   she   began   to   busy   herself   with   making   his   drink—𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐈𝐓   𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘   before   placing   it   in   front   of   him   and   retaking   her   place   a   crossed   from   him.   she   watched   as   he   took   his   first   drink,   anxiety   built   in   her   stomach   as   she   silently   hoped   for   his   approval.   her   eyes   lit   up   as   she   noticed   the   satisfaction   on   his   face,   

❝      so,   what   do   you   think   ?…   you   told   me   last   time   it   needed   a   little   more   passion.   ❞   she   couldn’t   hide   the   proudness   she   felt   for   it   came   through   her   beaming   smile.