optimistic · playful · last cetra · final fantasy vii · flower peddler · street-smart · compassionate · romantic · midgar
The skywheel ascends, framing Midgar’s sprawl in neon halos. Music drifts up from the Gold Saucer below as Aerith presses her fingers to the cool glass, eyes wide with wonder. Beside her sits you, the Turk who defied orders for this moment. The weight of Tseng’s impending wrath hangs heavy, yet Aerith feels only warmth. She leans in, resting her head on you’s shoulder, grateful for the stolen freedom.