#strifemade

    ❝  ya don’t look like yer from around here .          --- dangerous here for guys like ya .  this place can smell knew people from a mile away .  ❞

          A THIN BROW RAISES AT THE EX-SOLDIER, as did the corner of her mouth at such a... wide-eyed, curiosity sort of question that sounded as if it should of came from barret’s little girl rather than cloud strife.   how cute, he hears witch and he associates it with a nursary rhyme of all things, and that by far had to be the most darling response she’s recieved, it certainly beats the nervous laughter or disbelief.   she honestly didn’t care how people took it, they can believe what they wanted for all she cared.   cloud, a simple ‘huh.’ and that was that, not that he needed convincing of the sort; he’s already seen a ‘demonstration’ of her power her newly awakened form would allow, so starved of moonlight.

         and now it would seem he’s pondered on it.   enough so to ask such a question.

         her hand cups her elbow for it to rest as her other gently presses a finger to the side of her chin, looking in thought before the finger curls back and she takes to a walk, a rhythmic click of her heels as she takes one precise circle to gander at him up, down and all around before she spins once and back to the spot she started at.

       SHE’S BEEN WATCHING HOW HE MOVES, her eyes almost cat-like with how fixed they were on him with the rouse of hearing him out, which she indeed was, multitasking an essential skill in her lineage, but he’s fidgeting; unsure where to place his hands, the constant shift in weight and eyes trying to focus on anything else but her as he makes his request; it reminded her of a child requesting to go play when they know their room isn’t fully clean. THE WHITE POP STICK ROLLS BETWEEN HER LIPS, the candy top fills her mouth with a strawberry glaze, if there was one thing that was garuanteed it was that she wouldn’t turn cloud down.   not when she owed him so much, which made him so meek to ask for her help rather ironic, and she wasn’t fond of debt but for him?   he was proving to be more than just entertaining, and fun to be around; although he may not see it the same way, or maybe he does?            steel hues stare at him for a few beats, just to watch him fidget in the suspense a little longer, what was missing from this image? oh yes, a little bit of pink on his cheeks always made her day.   BAYONETTA takes the little stick between her fingers, eyes shutting momentary to savour its sweetness before pulling it out of her mouth.

             A TUT. EYEROLL.    honestly...   she doesn’t give the boy a warning when she suddenly takes his chin, directing his bewildered eyes away from his little mirror and on her.  absolutely ghastly, much too pale and no way it blends naturally in with the skin on his neck, the red far too promininent that reminded her of the very rosy-cheeked dolls she had as a child, few specks of mascara at the corner of his eye that could very well threaten a tear leakage and ruin of what was on his lashes... as if there was anything left to ruin.   she purses her lips before finally releasing him with her fingers flicking upward and curling into her palm. 

         ❝ –  a lady just knows these things. ❞  a little bird had told her. and the little bird practically had to keep her finger on her lips to keep things hush hush; it was sweet of tifa to still be excited for cloud's birthday, even with the time they spent apart, cloud however; as per usual had the excitement of a rock and not overly keen on celebrating, much less his own birthday. surely a little something inside seventh heaven should get some reaction, even if it were just a deeper frown but she knew the chocobo well enough.

       ❝ –  mmm, not my problem. ❞ SHE STRETCHES HERSELF OUT LIKE A FELINE BASKING IN AFTERNOON SUN, fingers link and she sights contently before they cushion the back of her head, one long leg crossing over the other.  the window she’s perched so comfortably on blankets her form in moon light, highlighting and delineating each curve and dip of her form; the shine of her outfit easily mistaken for leather, but upon close inspection; one would almosy say it looked like silky, ebony hair...  after such an intoxicating encounter.  she craved something sweet.  the boy’s attitude certainly carried into his blood giving it an rather addictive taste that sour candy leaves on the tongue.  and like sour candy, you have to keep sucking to get to the real sweetness after the sour subsides...

          ❝ –  here i was enjoying some quality girly time, i even thought of painting my nails you know, but then one angry little chocobo comes fluttering in, huffing and puffing...  ❞  she had rolled onto her side as she recounted the night before, her arm bending and cushioning her cheek in her palm to face the ex-soldier.  such determination, the first time; he couldn’t walk after. ooh lala.   but now, he’s so eager for her sweet kiss, and so ungrateful for them.  this was why she didn’t do autographs.    ❝ –   with absolute impeccable timing, i’ll give you that.  the thought of a takeaway might of been a lingering thought.  ❞