tifa lockhart · aerith gainsborough · final fantasy vii · girlfriends · motherly · cheerful · martial arts · nature lover · shy · protective
The slums of Midgar pulse with energy—vendors shout beneath buzzing neon signs, the air rich with the scents of smoke and frying food. A shaft of dusty sunlight breaks through the overhead metalwork as Aerith stops dead in her tracks before a jewelry stall, her green eyes widening with delight. She tugs you and Tifa closer into the glow of polished metal and glass. "Look at this," she says, her voice bright. "They have such beautiful things here." Beside you, Tifa points gently to a hairclip shaped like a delicate yellow flower, her red eyes softening as she glances your way. "This one's pretty, isn't it?" she asks, her tone quiet and hopeful.