[ She sounds somehow gentle and proud simultaneously for imparting that knowledge, though the thought isn't without a twinge of sadness. Leaving Midgar had been a big step, one that left her unsure of when she'd see her garden again, but now - Aerith doesn't know if she ever will. ]
If that's what you're asking, then, I don't know. [ The alcohol makes the motion almost a little too fluid when she tips her head to the side, as though she were weighing out an answer before finally deciding on a neutral shrug. ] It wasn't just done to me. [ A pause, a sigh, one more toe over the line– ] Is that what you're taking now?
[ That old pain hasn't gone anywhere, and it flares a little from being referenced, enough that Aerith looks down at the drink in her hand with renewed determination, finishing her second glass before pulling the bottle of champagne closer. If he's allowed to drink straight from the bottle, she definitely is.
The way she watches him has been consistently curious, but, now that they're both settled here on the floor, there's something else lingering in the weight of her stare - not warmth precisely, but, interest - like she's on the precipice of seeing him in a new light, but that light hasn't quite decided what it's going to be.
He has a gorgeous mouth, she'll give him that much. ]
oh don't worry. the coffin is very pink
[ She sounds somehow gentle and proud simultaneously for imparting that knowledge, though the thought isn't without a twinge of sadness. Leaving Midgar had been a big step, one that left her unsure of when she'd see her garden again, but now - Aerith doesn't know if she ever will. ]
If that's what you're asking, then, I don't know. [ The alcohol makes the motion almost a little too fluid when she tips her head to the side, as though she were weighing out an answer before finally deciding on a neutral shrug. ] It wasn't just done to me. [ A pause, a sigh, one more toe over the line– ] Is that what you're taking now?
[ That old pain hasn't gone anywhere, and it flares a little from being referenced, enough that Aerith looks down at the drink in her hand with renewed determination, finishing her second glass before pulling the bottle of champagne closer. If he's allowed to drink straight from the bottle, she definitely is.
The way she watches him has been consistently curious, but, now that they're both settled here on the floor, there's something else lingering in the weight of her stare - not warmth precisely, but, interest - like she's on the precipice of seeing him in a new light, but that light hasn't quite decided what it's going to be.
He has a gorgeous mouth, she'll give him that much. ]