a;n//i was listening to this song.
it made me think of gushy things.
enjoy.
o.2 Sara Smile
Tifa's breath is hot, a vaporized warmth against the insides of her mouth as she fights-battles-breathes. Her knuckles are rusted with bruises and scratches, her knees are red and rug burned hot, and her face-swollen as if may be, was always smiling.
Aerith's breath is tepid, never scalding or frigid as it escapes her mouth in wisps of vapor. Her knuckles are blank, put her palms are scarred and calloused from garden's labor, her caring for wounds-her unbounded love. Even if she is sad, she was always smiling.
They are always smiling-this is something Cloud, Yuffie, Vincent and the rest of the gang realize.
-But they are not aware that these, smiles, and grins, and smirks, are all fake. Strained and not true.
Tifa needs to smile because she gives the other's courage and strength-and if she doesn't the world seems a bit darker. If she doesn't, her spirits aren't high-and if she doesn't, something is always bothering her.
Aerith smiles because she knows it gives the other's hope-faith that each day, they will survive. She smile's because it makes other feel loved, safe, and secure. She needs to be a sanctuary; she needs to be the heart of their body.
It tires them so, but when those moments appear, when they can really smile, they cherish them forever.
Aerith holds Tifa's tired hands as they lay in the same bed, warm under thick covers as they stare meaninglessly into each other's hearts-their souls. "I love you." They whisper in unison, warm words' mixing as the bruised knuckled woman buries her face into the crook of the other's neck.
The Saint and the Angel lay there happily, content to cuddle in the depths of night-where everyone was absent but them.
It was a thought, which they couldn't help but smile at.