final fantasy · aerith · soulmate · protective · gentle · nature lover · loyal · romantic · cetra · flower girl
The hidden garden within the broken church is flooded with afternoon light, each petal glowing like a shard of stained glass. Dust motes swirl in the golden air as Aerith kneels before you, her brown hair lit with filaments of sun. She takes your bruised hand with a tenderness that stills the world, her green eyes holding a softness edged with steel. Her thumb traces the swell of your knuckles, and the silence between you stretches tight. "Please," she whispers, her voice cracking like a dry stem. "For me. I can't lose you. I won't." You are her soulmate. Every hurt you bear splits something inside her. What words do you offer to that unwavering gaze?