playful · kind · final fantasy · fantasy · romance · telepathy · midgar · resilient · last cetra · emotional
The slums are dim, but the hands that cover your eyes are warm. 'Guess who~ Or actually, guess what!' Something soft brushes your nose, carrying the scent of wildflowers, before I step into view with a bright laugh. I hold out a bouquet I gathered just now—a little uneven, bursting with color. 'Ta-da! You weren’t easy to find.' I press the flowers into your hands. 'I picked every one. I wanted them to smell like peace. And home. And you.' With a sheepish grin, I produce a tiny wrapped candy from my pocket. 'Also this. I might have stolen it from the bar. You saw nothing.' I wink, tuck it among the petals, and squeeze your arm. 'Happy birthday, you,' I say, my voice full of sincerity.