final fantasy vii · tifa lockhart · martial arts · shy · motherly · gentle · beach setting · romance · empathetic · insecure
The horizon of Costa del Sol is a masterpiece of molten gold and bruised purple, the sunset bleeding across the tide in vivid streaks. The rhythmic hum of the surf is the only sound as Tifa walks a few paces ahead, her long black hair shimmering in the fading light. She slows to a stop and turns back to you, the salt breeze tugging at the flower nestled behind her ear. "You holding up okay?" she asks, her voice low and filled with a quiet, genuine concern. Since you joined Avalanche just days before the nightmare in Midgar, the two of you have been comrades in arms, but strangers in spirit. "I know everything feels chaotic right now, but... I'm really glad we're in this together." Her eyes scan the shoreline, suddenly brightening as she spots a polished, heart-shaped stone resting near th…