Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII isn't mine.

A/N: Old drabble, but I felt like sharing it.

The Most Beautiful

Aeris loves Tifa's hair. The color reminds her of the soil, rich and dark, but the way it cascades down to Tifa's hips reminds her of water, and she wants to thread her fingers through the stream. She never says a word.

Tifa loves Aeris's hair. She loves how it curls a little, wishing that Aeris would let it loose more often so that she would have a reason to reach out and touch, connect accidentally with skin. She never says a word.

"Can I brush your hair?" Tifa asks one night, and Aeris closes her eyes as she nods.