[ It's fine. It's fine? Maybe it is. She knows she can't stay in here forever, and she knows if it came down to it, she wouldn't want to either. There's too much left to do back home, and she's never going to find her way there if she's hiding in a fancy hotel room with Rufus Shinra.
But - that's not fair either, is it? He's terrible, but he's not - terrible.
Is he? That's a question that doesn't get answered by the last of her champagne, though Aerith tips her drinks back and looks for it there, using the excuse of wandering away from him again to refill her glass as a momentary reprieve. ]
It's our wedding day Rufus. [ She bats back lightly putting an extra note of purposefulness on his name when she says it again, despite the deep sense of puzzlement that rises in the wake of that fading feeling of appeasement. ]
I can't call you a jerk the whole time. That isn't very romantic! [ She could, she could call him worse even.
What's weird is that she doesn't want to.
While the feelings he's caught may have been nothing more than whisps and glimmers, the pang of pain that stretches across whatever bond their rings have afforded them is unmistakable. For Aerith it's an ache she feels deep in her bones, having the oldest wound she works to keep patched up and hidden safely away, pressed on.
He shouldn't be saying her mother's name like that. It's not easy for her to hear - especially from him - and the pained petulance tying her stomach into knots tells her that it shouldn't be easy for anyone to say at all. ]
Does that count as a Shinra courtship? [ This time when she speaks the cheerful pitch in her voice sounds strained and fake to her ears. ] You read the file?
the aphro element may kill me
But - that's not fair either, is it? He's terrible, but he's not - terrible.
Is he? That's a question that doesn't get answered by the last of her champagne, though Aerith tips her drinks back and looks for it there, using the excuse of wandering away from him again to refill her glass as a momentary reprieve. ]
It's our wedding day Rufus. [ She bats back lightly putting an extra note of purposefulness on his name when she says it again, despite the deep sense of puzzlement that rises in the wake of that fading feeling of appeasement. ]
I can't call you a jerk the whole time. That isn't very romantic! [ She could, she could call him worse even.
What's weird is that she doesn't want to.
While the feelings he's caught may have been nothing more than whisps and glimmers, the pang of pain that stretches across whatever bond their rings have afforded them is unmistakable. For Aerith it's an ache she feels deep in her bones, having the oldest wound she works to keep patched up and hidden safely away, pressed on.
He shouldn't be saying her mother's name like that. It's not easy for her to hear - especially from him - and the pained petulance tying her stomach into knots tells her that it shouldn't be easy for anyone to say at all. ]
Does that count as a Shinra courtship? [ This time when she speaks the cheerful pitch in her voice sounds strained and fake to her ears. ] You read the file?