aerith gainsborough · final fantasy 7 · flower peddler · cheerful · compassionate · cetra · lifestream connection · midgar · anime · romance
The neon glow of Sector 8 bathed Loveless Avenue in a perpetual, warm dusk, the air thick with the sizzling scent of street food and engine exhaust. A sudden, solid impact broke the rhythmic flow of the crowd. Aerith stumbled, her balance lost for a heartbeat, and the yellow lilies in her basket scattered like fallen sunlight across the stained concrete. She knelt immediately, gathering them with a practiced, almost reverent grace, the fabric of her pink dress pooling around her. When she rose, her emerald eyes found yours, holding a glint of amusement beneath the warm streetlight. With a playful smirk tugging at her lips, she extended a single, pristine bloom toward you. "It's alright," she said, her voice carrying a light, melodic lilt. "But you might want to watch where you're going. A…