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leasspell_daelTitle: I will always be myself
Prompt: KH!Tifa/AC!Tifa, kiss (anonymous)
Characters: Tifa^2
Rating: T
Last Revised: 2011/06/06
Word Count: 700
Status: One-shot. Complete.
Canon: KHII and FF7:AC
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII Compilation is the property of Square-Enix. Kingdom Hearts is the property of Square-Enix and Disney. I don't own them, nor do I pretend that I do. Even if I did, the army of lawyers that would come after me would make me change my mind.
I will always be myself
A Final Fantasy VII Compilation / Kingdom Hearts Fanfiction
By Jade Dixon
In a world the Heartless never devoured, Tifa Lockhart stares into her mirror as she brushes her hair. Cloud is away, making a delivery to Junon, while Marlene and Denzel are sleeping safe in their beds. Her eyes are tired. It's so very hard to help put a world back together and live your own life.
Things between her and Cloud are still strained. Every time she thinks she's made progress, they hit another trauma in his mind and are forced back. She takes comfort in the fact he always comes back, ready to try again.
She looks into the mirror, and tries to see what he sees. Her eyes are a deep brown that is often mistaken for red by firelight. Her long hair is a dark brown that stress has made lanky and dull. Her skin is pale and waxy, because she never has time to see the sun anymore, stuck doing errands around Edge. She's plain, boring, and unattractive.
She sets her hairbrush down on the vanity with a bit more force than necessary, and the sound brings her out of her depressive mood.
Tifa fought her way back to health after Sephiroth himself cut her down as a teenager, and she's not going to finish herself off. Lips thinning in determination, she leans forward and presses her lips against her own reflection. Closing her eyes, she just rests for a moment, and imagines the feel of flesh against her own, instead of the cold unyielding glass. When she steps back and opens her eyes, for a brief moment she sees a vision.
It's herself, skin flushed with health, and hair full and shiny. Her eyes red with strength, determination, and a little shock. She is beautiful.
Tifa smiles at herself and turns away. Cloud will be back soon, and they'll try again. And if they come to another roadblock, they'll work their way through it, like they always do.
In a world ravaged by the Heartless, but rebuilding, Tifa of Nibelheim stares into her mirror as she brushes her hair. Cloud has disappeared after Sephiroth again, while the Restoration Committee have adjourned for the night, getting some sleep before the next big emergency. Her arms are tired. It's so very hard to help protect a world from the Heartless while trying to collect the scattered pieces of your former life.
Things between her and Cloud are still strained. Every time she thinks she's made progress, Sephiroth pops in again, and whisks him away to another world to continue their fight. She takes comfort in the fact that she always finds him again, and he always welcomes her presence with one of his rare smiles.
She looks into the mirror, and tries to see what he sees. Her eyes are a deep red that is often mistaken for brown in natural light. Her long hair is wild when not tied back, frizzy from the static in the air. Her skin is a burnt ruddy shade from too many days wandering the outdoors. She is a mess, abnormal, and unattractive.
She sets her hairbrush down on the desk with a bit more force than necessary, and the sound brings her out of her depressive mood.
Tifa fought her way out of the Darkness that consumed her world and back to the Light when she was only a teenager; she's not going to finish the Heartless' job for them. Lips thinning in determination, she leans forward and presses her lips against her own reflection. Closing her eyes, she just rests for a moment, and imagines the warmth of another against herself, instead of the cold unyielding glass. When she steps back and opens her eyes, for a brief moment she sees a vision.
It's herself, skin luminous, and hair controlled and feminine. Her eyes are a calm brown of serenity, even if marred a little by shock. She is beautiful.
Tifa smiles at herself and turns away. She'll leave to find Cloud again tomorrow, and maybe together they can find their way back to their true home. Perhaps once they're at peace, Sephiroth will leave them alone. They'll keep moving forward, like they always do.
Prompt: KH!Tifa/AC!Tifa, kiss (anonymous)
Characters: Tifa^2
Rating: T
Last Revised: 2011/06/06
Word Count: 700
Status: One-shot. Complete.
Canon: KHII and FF7:AC
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII Compilation is the property of Square-Enix. Kingdom Hearts is the property of Square-Enix and Disney. I don't own them, nor do I pretend that I do. Even if I did, the army of lawyers that would come after me would make me change my mind.
A Final Fantasy VII Compilation / Kingdom Hearts Fanfiction
By Jade Dixon
In a world the Heartless never devoured, Tifa Lockhart stares into her mirror as she brushes her hair. Cloud is away, making a delivery to Junon, while Marlene and Denzel are sleeping safe in their beds. Her eyes are tired. It's so very hard to help put a world back together and live your own life.
Things between her and Cloud are still strained. Every time she thinks she's made progress, they hit another trauma in his mind and are forced back. She takes comfort in the fact he always comes back, ready to try again.
She looks into the mirror, and tries to see what he sees. Her eyes are a deep brown that is often mistaken for red by firelight. Her long hair is a dark brown that stress has made lanky and dull. Her skin is pale and waxy, because she never has time to see the sun anymore, stuck doing errands around Edge. She's plain, boring, and unattractive.
She sets her hairbrush down on the vanity with a bit more force than necessary, and the sound brings her out of her depressive mood.
Tifa fought her way back to health after Sephiroth himself cut her down as a teenager, and she's not going to finish herself off. Lips thinning in determination, she leans forward and presses her lips against her own reflection. Closing her eyes, she just rests for a moment, and imagines the feel of flesh against her own, instead of the cold unyielding glass. When she steps back and opens her eyes, for a brief moment she sees a vision.
It's herself, skin flushed with health, and hair full and shiny. Her eyes red with strength, determination, and a little shock. She is beautiful.
Tifa smiles at herself and turns away. Cloud will be back soon, and they'll try again. And if they come to another roadblock, they'll work their way through it, like they always do.
In a world ravaged by the Heartless, but rebuilding, Tifa of Nibelheim stares into her mirror as she brushes her hair. Cloud has disappeared after Sephiroth again, while the Restoration Committee have adjourned for the night, getting some sleep before the next big emergency. Her arms are tired. It's so very hard to help protect a world from the Heartless while trying to collect the scattered pieces of your former life.
Things between her and Cloud are still strained. Every time she thinks she's made progress, Sephiroth pops in again, and whisks him away to another world to continue their fight. She takes comfort in the fact that she always finds him again, and he always welcomes her presence with one of his rare smiles.
She looks into the mirror, and tries to see what he sees. Her eyes are a deep red that is often mistaken for brown in natural light. Her long hair is wild when not tied back, frizzy from the static in the air. Her skin is a burnt ruddy shade from too many days wandering the outdoors. She is a mess, abnormal, and unattractive.
She sets her hairbrush down on the desk with a bit more force than necessary, and the sound brings her out of her depressive mood.
Tifa fought her way out of the Darkness that consumed her world and back to the Light when she was only a teenager; she's not going to finish the Heartless' job for them. Lips thinning in determination, she leans forward and presses her lips against her own reflection. Closing her eyes, she just rests for a moment, and imagines the warmth of another against herself, instead of the cold unyielding glass. When she steps back and opens her eyes, for a brief moment she sees a vision.
It's herself, skin luminous, and hair controlled and feminine. Her eyes are a calm brown of serenity, even if marred a little by shock. She is beautiful.
Tifa smiles at herself and turns away. She'll leave to find Cloud again tomorrow, and maybe together they can find their way back to their true home. Perhaps once they're at peace, Sephiroth will leave them alone. They'll keep moving forward, like they always do.
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