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» ⑆ ❀  “Hey, be careful with that shipment. That’s the wood for Al Behd’s to use along with that box of tools.”

  “Aw, Lady Yuna, don’t you worry your pretty head about this! We got it all taken care of. I’m sure there are a few more villagers who wish to see your presence since Wakka isn’t here to take you to them.” One of the shipping crew on Besaid Island smiled at her, standing far more straight than before, showing respect to the girl who had saved their life. 

  “I suppose there are a few, but I think they could wait for a bit. I would like to walk alone-” raising a hand up to stop them from chattering, “alone, preferably. I haven’t had the time to relax on my own. Please, be sure that this all gets there safely.” Walking away from the beach onto the top of a recently installed bridge over the humongous amount of water below, that was once only crossable by swimming and taking a fishing boat. 

Seagulls crying their song flying high in the desirable clouds to the fishes swimming along perhaps playing tag with each other beneath her. 

 A desirable wish ruined when a few of the villagers called out to her, Yuna quickly picked up her speed to find somewhere to hide for a little bit. Off those wooden planks and through Besaid’s woods graceful as ever, High Summoner climbed over and underneath tree roots.

 A handful of minutes until reaching an old building made of metal and strange writings rusted away from life and oxygen, Yuna hid inside of it, waiting for the stampede of people begging to have her listen to their woes once more.

 ‘ Just for five minutes, please... ’

 “Hey! Where she go?”  “Maybe she went that way!”

 And off that group went, hoping to find her. Baggy eyes, heavy shoulders, Yuna sighed deeply, resting her entire frame against the contraption. With an airship flying by, a sound that could be heard miles away, she weakly smiled, knowing that either Rikku or the Al Behd on the ship could lead the villagers away so the poor Summoner could rest. Coming out of the hollowed metal building, waving towards the airship seeing it slowly coming down next to the waterfalls. 

  “ Hey! Long time no see!” Rikku shouted, waving excitedly to see her cousin after a few months since the celebration of the death of Sin. “Haha, being famous around here?”

@esthcim​ sent: ❝ Lips brush against her neck, lingering a little longer than he meant them to. It was to be just a touch - something sensuous, because for as long as he could recall he wanted to do -something- worthy of the word with Light. "You know... we don't have to really do anything special today...” ❞

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  WARMTH SPREAD FROM THE POINT OF CONTACT, skin aflame while tiny licks of fire permeated and coursed through her veins, culminating in the center of her chest and causing the muscle held within to thud furiously against its confines.

  Was he speaking ? Lightning could hear little over the thrum of her own pulse in her ears, nor could she force herself to focus on anything more than the puffs of breath against her skin.   ❛   MMHMM.  ❜   was the only reply she offered, just barely processing the general idea he wished to convey.

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you should like do ittttt. i mean if you wantttttt 

@esthcim said:

I was exactly the same, and now I have a Cid who says things like “you son of a broken table toaster.” 

      ↳ @esthcim​, “  ♚: Head scratches ” // non-sexual acts of intimacy.

      for someone who has been unafraid of physical tokens of affection, this one is new for the flower peddler. it wasn’t at all unpleasant, but it certainly surprised her. nails gently combed at her head, slightly teasing the hair there and tingling the flesh below. it caused aerith to giggle softly, peering over at the director with amused hues.

      still, she leaned into the token, a wordless nudge to keep doling it out. it seemed like it was a fitting thing for her, always one to want to reach and assure with her own hands, hardly to receive that very same assurance. aerith didn’t complain ------it wasn’t her style to beg for the very thing she so enjoyed issuing, but it was nice to have the unprompted touch in the first place. “ i did good, then? ” what was she seeking approval for? aerith had no idea, but her chuckle had a chime-like tinkle to it.

    ‘ you hired me to help with the corrupted monster, right? well--stop gabbin’ & give me more of the details. ‘ her arms cross in front of her armored chest plate, head canting slightly. the timeline was askew & truthfully, they didn’t have time to shoot the shit. point her at a target, & the job is done. ‘ let’s get down to brass tax, science boy. ‘