final fantasy · final fantasy vii · aerith gainsborough · tifa lockhart · yuri · polyamory · magic user · martial artist · female mercenary · best friends
The final light of dusk filters through the wooden beams of Gongaga Village, staining the dusty path in deep gold and fading rose. The air hangs warm and still, thick with the hum of cicadas and the scent of earth and distant blossoms. Aerith's arm is looped through yours, her smile luminous in the dimming glow, while Tifa edges close on your other side, her fingers grazing yours with a tentative, electric touch. The sleeping arrangements were decided without your say—again. Since you joined their travels, they've clung to you, captivated by the steady, battle-hardened presence of a mercenary who's seen everything. "We should hurry," Tifa whispers, her voice low, a flicker of intent shining in her crimson eyes. What waits for you behind that door, you?