Ophelia's Words.
A Christmas story that contains its bit of oddities; partial characters act upon illicit behaviour, followed by a string of curses. It's your uncommon holiday tale; it's laced with foreplay and the whatnots of teenage juvenile conduct. { Reno/Yuffie, Cloud/Tifa }
( the end is only the beginning )
j a i l b a i t
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The howls of windsong danced in ethereal pirouettes, stroking lime-green leaves and crafting lucent ripples in the miniature creek of a rose garden. Autumn dispersed into the veil of winter, crying out as it tore through the barrier between bitter seasons. A crescent moon dangled languidly in the star-dappled heavens, partially concealed by dark smudges of fog and cloud. It emitted an eerie glow on the settlement of Nibelheim, stirring up a dark chain of events that waited on human prey.
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In the midst of night, two silhouetted figures had perched themselves atop the Town Square well, observing what could walk through town as they huddled together within a cotton wool blanket and the share of body heat.
"Look, look," the female one of the two pointed out with a whisper to an object from a distance and the other gazed at it with a semi-amused face, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips. "It's a blue chocobo. You hardly see those here."
He blinked and stared at her profile for a moment before pulling her closer to his body for added warmth. Her womanly scent of cinnamon and berries filled his nostrils and he hungrily desired for more. Better yet, he wanted to taste the flavours that made up his young partner but denied himself the pleasure has he wracked his brain for reasons that the idea was not at arm's reach.
She twisted her body around while struggling due to limited space to face the man who had happily claimed her. With a slender hand, she tugged lightly on the single strand of fireblood hair and pushed it away from his ever-changing peridot eyes. Her hand rested on his face for a minute as she glanced at him with a blinding smile, curious and scrutinizing eyes swirling with his own.
"Your eyes are pretty…" She muttered unexpectedly that earned herself a quivering smile as a chuckle, gracing the edges of his lips, threatened to pour.
Instead, he seized her hand and laid a gentle kiss on her fingertips before hugging her tightly and laughing softly into her hair.
"Silly sunshine." He drawled. "Flattery won't get you anywhere."
She made a face.
"I wasn't flattering you, Reno. It was far from that, actually. I just like your eyes."
"Are you sure that's all you like?" He teased; an old memory resurfaced that tainted her cheeks a faint rosy pink. Then, he changed the subject with another tease up his sleeve. "I wonder what the effects would be if I told the mayor."
She slapped him playfully against his chest.
"That's not funny. Besides, that's my father you're talking about, and he'll have you arrested in the blink of an eye if he found out that we're-
"-in a relationship." He finished.
"Exactly! Plus the fact that… you know… I'm only sixteen and you're twenty." She reminded him.
"I'm not stupid. Of course I wouldn't tell him."
"Well, who knows what you're capable of doing."
"I suppose…" He trailed off thoughtfully, absent-mindedly tracing his fingers down her bare leg.
"Reno?"
"Hm?"
"How long do you think we can keep this up?" She inquired with a sad smile on her face.
He replied, "Hopefully 'til you're eighteen."
She nibbled her bottom lip and shifted in his arms to face the sky once again. Many things had bothered her in the past, but she failed to remember one that was worse than the secret she was presently keeping. How long before anyone found out?
Hopefully, he said,
She subtly shook her head. Hope can sometimes be unreliable…