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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-07-24 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you available right now?
I'll pay you for your time.

This is Wriothesley.
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-07-25 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Should I not compensate you for your time?
Payment can be whatever you wish within reason.

.
I prefer not to discuss matters on devices that are easily tracking our everything.


[Regardless if it actually matters or not given how the house obviously knows what they're up to most of the time.]
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-07-27 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Wriothesley weighs those words for a moment before he replies.]

I'll meet you at your room. I'll knock twice then once more so you know it's me.

[As if Rufus would be expecting anyone else, but Wriothesley is someone if not thorough in making himself identifiable to someone whom he was meeting up with.]

I don't need the resort sticking their nose into my business right now.
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-07-29 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Wriothesley doesn't answer the text back, and just heads up from his Rank 7 suite and up to the floor with the Rank 10 suites. There's no reason to say more when they'd be able to discuss anything upon him arriving. He does exactly what he says in text, knocking twice and then once more after a pause.

Arms folded over his chest, while Wriothesley's expression is something neutral, small things betray him. Tension in his shoulders and there's something stormy in his gaze as he waits for Rufus to answer the door.
]
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-07-31 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Wriothesley had grown used to being in the suites meant for the rank 10s. It helps that he consistently ends up crashing at someone's room just as much as he sleeps in his own. The layouts do differ from room to room, he's finding.

The man looked, well, tired. The lingering smell of cigarette smoke lingers on his clothes. He's dressed in slacks and waistcoat and would look well kept if not for small signs. The slight wrinkling of his dress shirt underneath that implies he hadn't bothered to press it and the way he didn't even bother to button the top most button of his waistcoat.

He nods his head in greeting as he steps inside.
]

I wasn't about to make someone wait when it was I who asked for their time. How unbecoming if I did. [He gives a cursory look around, mostly out of habit to quickly access the space. Paranoia runs deep after all.

He purses his lips before turning to look at the other.
] I just don't want to think for a little bit. [And while things like drugs could easily get him that, he also was someone who liked a clear mind. It was a frustrating dichotomy.]

You're free to let me know what you would like as payment and we can find a compromise that works for the both of us.
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-01 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Wriothesley shrugs in response.] It doesn't have to be a repeat performance. It doesn't have to even be sexual. I just want a moment. [A moment can mean anything. To Wriothesley, he just wants to feel like he can breath easy even if it's for a minute.

He had pointed it out to Tseng once. Sometimes there was something freeing about submitting to someone and letting them hold the reigns. It had already happened once between them. Why not another time?
]

A business man, huh? I appreciate that. [It makes it easy for someone to be concise and to the point. He likes that.] You're right though.

[Wriothesley is someone who knows his limits pretty well.] I refuse to have my hands bound. I don't want any kind of drugs. No permanent physical alterations. [The last one was kind of just a precaution. He doesn't think that it would come up, but it was better to be honest than for things to go too far and for him to be dragged back into reality.

But Wriothesley didn't have a lot of things he refused. As long as he felt like he didn't feel completely at Rufus' mercy, giving up control was different than feeling like he lost control, and he didn't like using substances.
] I don't think there's anything else.
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-08 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't help the bark of laughter that escapes his lips. It's something tired but there's something genuine about the laugh. Something he really needed because he definitely struggling with the concept of loss here. It isn't like this is the first time nor the last, but a handful of people whom he had kept close were now gone so quickly caught him off guard. Enough to knock him off his feet.

Rufus' words were amusing though. At least said to him, whom had easily offered services of all kinds while in prison from credit coupons. That, at the end of the day, he was still seeking some sort of service from Rufus. It might not be sex, but the concept was there.
]

Monsieur. You already had that.

[Loyalty isn't quite the right word, he thinks. At the end of the day, they still have their own goals and plans. But Wriothesley, despite what hiccups of their relationship, did like Rufus. Sure, he basically barked for the man, but the man seemed to respect him enough not to treat him like shit after. Hell, if his relationship was bad with them, he wouldn't be here in their room asking for their time.

As it is, he didn't intend to not at least treat the other as some respectable business associate.
] It's a deal then.
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-13 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Isn't it what you wanted though? [His tone is mostly playful. Rufus should have considered asking for something else. Honestly, though, Wriothesley's loyalty is a vague concept if the both of them were being honest. What actually entailed in something like that was murky water.

Whatever it meant, there was something that was consistent. If Rufus ever needed a helping hand in anyway, Wriothesley would not leave the man wanting.

And Rufus apparently didn't intend to leave him wanting either. Wriothesley shivers and he opens his mouth to respond before snapping his mouth shut. A half-lidded gaze before he nods in silent affirmation.
]
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-13 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[What Wriothesley probably needed rest. Not sleep. Rest. Just some time to catch his breath and maybe relax and not feel like the weight on his shoulders felt so heavy. And he can maybe get that right now. He's not the Duke or the Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide or even Wriothesley.

Hell, right now, he's apparently just some dog taking orders. And he was alright with that.

He doesn't hesitate to obey, getting down to his knees until he's seated in front of Rufus. He looks up at the other and waits for Rufus' next order.
]
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-14 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Wriothesley doesn't say anything nor questions Rufus' actions as they leave the room for a moment. He sits there, perfectly still, waiting obediently for the other to return. Despite having a nature that wasn't tamable, Wriothesley knew how to be an obedient dog.

He closes his eyes at Rufus' words and waits. There's a stiffening of his shoulders as Wriothesley seems to be making out what he was feeling and what the implication meant. Eventually, the man lets his shoulders relax, hands settling on his lap.

Relaxed. Accepting. He waits for Rufus to tie it around his eyes.
]
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-18 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[The fabric is thick enough that even as he opens his eyes, all he can see is blackness. The strange things about senses is that when you are denied one, your other senses try to make up for it. It makes his mind want to focus on other things. The rustling of fabric or the other man's breathing. Wherever every touch lingers on his body, leaving him warm.

A shuddering breath and he finally nods in response.
]
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-08-22 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[With his sight taken, the only thing he can focus on is the sound of Rufus' voice and the feeling of the man's gentle touch. It's easy for his mind to latch onto it. Rufus speaks softly, like each and every word is just for him. And isn't it? Who else is here but them?

And he finds his body crave those sweet touches. The man's attention. Affection. Real or not. He leans into it, searching for that hand.

If he hadn't asked for this in the first place, he might balk at Rufus' words. Instead though, he obeys the other like a good pet. He crawls on all fours, ears straining to listen for the blond's steps and to follow after them loyally.
]
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[personal profile] armwriostle 2024-09-06 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[It’s good of Rufus to know not to let this go passed closed doors. Had Wriothesley felt like his trust of the scene been pushed too far, it would be unlikely that the man would ever put himself in such a situation with Rufus again. He didn’t want to be dragged into the public eye when his mental was in such a precarious spot. He wanted respite.

He’s not quite used to the layout of Rufus’ room, even if he had took in the space carefully. Paranoia and wariness making him want to always be aware of what’s around him. Like this though, it’s easy for him to slowly lose track as he tries to focus on where Rufus is going.

He notes the slight change in how they walk and knows the other must be leading him somewhere specific now. He doesn’t hesitate to follow.
]
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( 8/13, morning )

[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-14 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ previous birthdays have always been easier to arrange, mostly because tseng has always had some level of access to rufus' living space. not so, here. he can't get in to rufus' room without rufus there to open the door, and asking him to do so would rather defeat the purpose of a birthday surprise, wouldn't it?

so instead, tseng settles for what he can manage. a cinnamon roll wrapped first in wax paper and then in tinfoil to keep it warm and moist; a thermos of coffee, although rufus is surely capable of making his own, but on your birthday it's nice if you don't have to. and in a small black box wrapped in dark grey ribbon, the actual gift: two golden coins, the same size and weight as gil would be, embossed with darkstar's likeness on one face so rufus knows which side is heads.

these all get put in a plain black gift bag and handed over to a staff member to be delivered to rufus at 10am sharp, along with a note from tseng, folded in half and tucked inside: this probably isn't how you wanted to spend it, but happy birthday, nonetheless.

no "sir," this once. ]
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[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-18 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's only when his watch buzzes with the message from rufus that tseng realizes he was waiting for something like this, a confirmation that rufus had received the gift. he'd never needed a confirmation in years previous, again because of his access to rufus' living space and his ability to ascertain that the gifts would be left in places rufus would certainly find them—but now, relying on a staff member to get the bag where it's meant to go, he finds himself relieved by the message that clearly indicates the gift was received.

the relief immediately turns to... something, not quite anxiety, but perhaps some strange kind of anticipation once tseng has read and understood the question. how should rufus spend his birthday? one answer, which tseng can't bring himself to say; another answer, which calls back to something tseng said during that fateful morning in his suite's master bath, although tseng can't know for sure whether rufus will interpret it how it's meant. ]


Any way you want.
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[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-18 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
Of course.

[ not referring to rufus as sir in every text feels strange, but the birthday gifts have always been a gray area between them professionally, so it would feel even stranger to lean on that professionalism now. ]
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[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-19 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ tseng reads the message twice to be sure he's understood it, and even then he finds himself at a loss. it seems almost like a trick question, one where tseng isn't sure what the right answer is. it's funny, because it isn't as though tseng is unfamiliar with the concept of informed consent, his sexual proclivities being what they are—it's just strangely difficult for him to reconcile to his and rufus' relationship. ]

I would tell you if you wanted to know.

[ is that what rufus wants? for tseng to be honest when his wants and desires conflict with rufus' requests? ]
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[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-19 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ perhaps strangely, it is this text that sows the seeds of tseng's eventual dawning realization that he and rufus are not understanding each other: why would tseng hate the idea of spending time with rufus? didn't tseng tell rufus, not that long ago, that spending time with him was one of tseng's small joys? ]

Would you like to come over? Or should we go out?

[ after a moment, he sends another: ]

I do not dislike that idea.
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[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-19 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ like a date, tseng's traitorous brain supplies. he does not say it aloud, nor does he text it to rufus, because he values his life and also his dignity; instead, tseng sends back, ]

Then come here at 1 PM for a late lunch, and I'll take you out afterward.

[ late lunch, because he knows rufus was asleep until 9:30 easy, and probably only actually got out of bed when the staff member rang his doorbell at 10:00; now, having only eaten breakfast not long ago, it'll probably be until 1:00 before rufus is even hungry again. ]
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[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-25 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ what a thing, to be teased by rufus. not that rufus doesn't have a sense of humor, tseng knows he does, but so often he witnesses it in other contexts, sharper barbs directed at people who don't always know to listen for the acidic note of humor under the words. it's much more rare to hear rufus make a joke he means entirely in good humor, and even rarer still for that joke to be directed at tseng.

it feels... good. a little disorienting, but good. ]


It wouldn't be a very good gift if I didn't.

[ sorry about your control freak tendencies, rufus, but tseng is driving now. ]
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[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-29 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ it is definitely a game, that much tseng can tell, although he's still trying to suss out the rules of it. yet another curious feeling: to play a game with rufus, rather than just bearing witness to the games rufus plays with others. ]

I'll give you guidelines. I'm not as intimately familiar with the contents of your wardrobe here as I would have been back home.

[ he has swept rufus' wardrobe once or twice, but since they arrived here buck naked, tseng is sure rufus is still in the process of rebuilding his collection of clothing. who knows what he might have acquired since the last time tseng checked the drawers for bugs? ]
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[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-29 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ black at naked yolk, tseng thinks, but cum wouldn't stain white nearly as obviously, and then he puts his entire face into both of his hands for a solid minute to recover from having that thought unbidden. ]

Dress comfortably, in something that accentuates whatever you think are your best features.

[ privately, tseng hopes this means pants that hug his ass and something that matches his eyes; he will, however, accept whatever it is that rufus decides on. ]
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[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-29 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ it is noteworthy that rufus seeks permission, this time, when he should know by now that he needs neither permission nor forgiveness. ]

You can. I won't look at the receipt until after.

[ so he won't spoil the surprise for himself. it might be rufus' birthday, but who says tseng can't benefit just a little bit, himself? ]

And I'm not giving you any hints, so don't ask.
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[personal profile] nonvoting 2024-08-31 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't need a coat.

I'll see you later today.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-04 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Ruru! I finished the little project you asked me to work on. Did you want to see it over smoothies at The Nest?

[ His treat, naturally. ]
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-05 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
What about Rufy?

What! I'd never.

But if I really wanted to get more favours out of you I'd tell you that I ran out of material and needed more Β°Λ–βœ§β—(⁰▿⁰)β—œβœ§Λ–Β° Since that isn't the case, have you considered that I maybe just want to get smoothies with you just because?
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-06 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm afraid that unless we come up with another nickname for you it's going to be one of those two.

...Do you not have friends at home?
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-06 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Winkity wonk. ]

I love a good nickname. Would that make us friends if you come up with one for me?

[ Get back here you stupid tall, handsome man - ]
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-08 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
If writing the word "friend" is difficult for you, you could just say so you know.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-08 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She's been bitchy and annoying enough to him (and others) over text to know when there's a tonal shift. It's the main reason she doesn't continue to be a brat now. ]

I'm just trying to understand you.

I've seen people who interact and surround themselves with other people but that doesn't mean that they have friends. Not having people you can count on like that seems lonely to me.


[ In a place like this where sex isn't necessarily synonymous with feelings, platonic or not, doesn't sit right with her. The next message comes after a beat of silence. ]

I guess I don't want that for you.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-09 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ What is her deal with befriending calculating, somewhat paranoid men? She's cursed.

It's hard for her to believe that people, Rufus included, would just be fine with not having friends. But she'll let him have it for now. ]


So if you didn't have friends what did you have?
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-09 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ SHE CAN SMELL THEM A MILE AWAY. ]

A dog.

You think all of those things and a dog are fulfilling enough that you don’t need other things in your life?


[ She’s not trying to be judgey but… ]
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-09 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
You never tried to make friends though?

Or is this a, "I'm so powerful and influential that everyone who offered me friendship probably has an ulterior motive," situation.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-10 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
That's hard to say without knowing what your world is like, don't you think?

You're right. It is. So it's really rude to leave my invitation to smoothies at the Nest unanswered. Maybe you can tell me more about where you've come from, I can deliver your commission to you, and maybe we can both weigh in on the fate of our friendship.


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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-13 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Great! Don't be late and look cute. I'm not friends with people that aren't cute.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-16 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rufus there isn't even any sunshine in the Nest. Why do you need sunglasses?

That aside, she does think that they complete the look. Sometimes you need a little accessory to tie everything together. Case in point, the bow tied around her ponytail that quite literally is tying the athleisurewear look she's chosen together. In a pink tennis skirt and white cropped jacket, she looks like she's just finished a tennis match or practice.

(In reality it's neither. She's just making use the things she's scrimped and saved for - and the closets that she's been allowed to borrow from.)

While he doesn't wave, she does, immediately perking up at the sight of him as she waits just outside the Nest for him. ]


Special? I didn't realize we were starting the nickname trial early, Ruru.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-18 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ IF YOU HAVE TO SAY IT LIKE THAT, CHANCES ARE YOU AREN'T VERY COOL, RUFUS.Β 

Just because she's basically a peasant by rank, she's not about to let that dictate how she dresses - even with a limited number of chips at her disposal. And as if she would be seen walking around in the equivalent of gas station clothes. Even if came to that, she probably would have found some way to get a hold of some scissors and thread and make it look somewhat more presentable before wearing them off the rack.

Listen, he can be a rich bastard if it means he buys her a smoothie. But that will not stop her from pouting at the straightforwardness before holding out a little pink gift bag stuffed with tissue paper and tied with - you guessed it - a white bow. ]


Obviously. Did you really think that I'd forget?Β Even if I had, it's not like we'd have to go very far to get it from my room.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-09-24 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The nickname earns him a little head tilt of confusion. "P" is a choice considering she has no idea what it could stand for. It's not like there's a "p" in her name. Maybe he could be referring to the colour of her hair or her eyes. The other option is that he's trying to turn "Pauper" into a cute nickname.

Asking for more details will have to come later it seems. For now she can't help but give him another look as faint patches of pink rise to her cheeks. ]


Don't you think you should look at it first before I start bragging about how great I am at a hobby?

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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-10-03 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ While the smile that she offers him in return is undoubtedly just as sweet as most of the smiles that she offers up to others, there's a hint of nerves that run through her as he says it.

The fashion here is undeniably different than what she's used to in FΓ³dlan. And while some of it is for the better, fashion is such a subjective thing. Without knowing who this is for or knowing much about them aside from them keeping their hair up, she had little to go off of in terms of colour preference and style. In other words it could be an absolute failure.

And while she's certain she can handle a little attitude from Rufus, she's always avoided the sting of disappointment like the plague. There's no stopping this now though. When Rufus opens it he'll find not one but several items all packaged with equal care. They'll look familiar if only because he had been there to purchase them and watch her pick everything out. Understated, elegant silver barrettes glint in the light. A set of three dark metal pins polished to shine with varying colours of resin (dark blue, a dark green and pearly white) are also nestled in a differnt package. ]


I didn't know how thick their hair would be but all of them held up mine just fine so it should work for them too as long as they know how to use the hair pins.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-10-05 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her nerves persist up until the moment he says something. For all the years she's spent trying to read those around her, whether it was actively or passively, she finds it difficult to read him as he turns over the pieces in his hands with a scrutinizing eye.Β 

Despite her best efforts, the little sigh of relief that sheΒ letsΒ out from under her breath is probably audible enough for him to hear. Or maybe it isn't considering how exasperated she sounds in the next breath. Some part of her recognizes that he's being kind. And that in some other world, his world specifically, this is what someone would equate to praise when it comes to Rufus.

That doesn't mean she can't be a little bit sassy back. ]
Β 

You could just say, "thank you," you know. I'm not some business deal.Β 

[ Although that's exactly the sort of deal they'd struck, wasn't it? Attitude gives way to mild embarrassment. ]

I'm glad you like them though. Hopefully your friend will like them too.Β 

[ Is there an emphasis on 'friend'Β in the hopes that she'll find out more about this unknown receiver? Maybe. ]Β 
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-10-11 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ As much as she doesn't love the idea of being referred to as some kind of business transaction, that doesn't mean that she's about to give up a creative outlet. She lets out a noise that sounds a lot like a strangled laugh. ]

Not so fast. Just because I enjoy making things and you happen to have the chips and willingness to spend on the materials doesn't mean that it has to be called a "business relationship". Why can't it just be mutually beneficial?Β 

[ And if he enjoys being her so called art supply sugar daddy, who is she to say no? But no, Hilda! Stay the course. He's clearly just stalling. Isn't he? Her own reassurance/reminder to herself is soon answered and some of her previous embarrassment from before fades. ]

The first time, huh? How long have you known him?Β 
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-10-14 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Why not? Just get rid of "CEO of Shinra" and make his name a little smaller - you could totally make it work! She'll even do mock-ups for free.

Unfortunately she does knows exactly what he means by being difficult if it means entertainment for herself. But she isn't going to let onto that despite her huffing a little and looking away for a brief moment when he smiles at her. She had always made it a point not to be disarmed by anything anyone did. Particularly men. But when Rufus smiles, however small, she can tell that it's genuine as he recounts his history with someone that really does sound like a friend.

Even if she has that moment of clarity that whatever Rufus presents himself as someone who isn't this cool, collected individual isn't the whole truth she still manages not to miss a beat. ]


So you're telling me that you're a bit of a brat?

[ She's teasing him of course. ]

Did you get a rise out of him eventually?
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-10-18 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ It takes being on the receiving end of such insults to know how to skillfully turn them into something where levity can be found in them.

The way she had gracefully floated through life had meant that very few of those insults actually made their way to her; it was a combination of most people liking her, people wanting to curry favour with Holst (or who straight up feared the repercussions if word ever got back that they were bad mouthing his precious baby sister), or her acting blissfully oblivious to comments like that.

She acted the part of a spoiled brat because it was and is an effective means of having people purposefully think little of her. How else was she supposed to shirk responsibility? How else could she guarantee a life free of hard work and all play except for maybe the horrors of childbirth?

The fact that he's willing to poke fun at himself makes her lips curl a little higher. So he did have a sense of humor.

As he answers more about himself and this mysterious not!friend she takes several sidesteps towards the cafΓ©, a silent gesture that maybe this would be way more enjoyable with smoothes in front of them. Her eyes gleam playfully at the mention of secrets. ]


He must really be something if he got a rise out of you. [ He's too cool with his (indoor) sunglasses!! ] Although it can't be that difficult - I just have to spend more time with you. And if there are secrets involved that's just more incentive.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-10-23 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Did it work?

[ There's no point in denying it. If she wanted to be subtle about it she would have been. And she gets the impression that someone like Rufus appreciated some level of straightforwardness. Her intentions are clear as they had been before this but she's got enough of a read on him now to know that friends isn't a concept so easily grasped when you are used to reading into potential ulterior motives or doing it out of personal duty or responsibilities handed to them.

She allows him to take the lead up to the counter, ignoring the way they scrutinize her with barely veiled distaste and at Rufus like he's very nearly hung the stars. The forced ignorance isn't something she's used to quite yet though there have been moments where she's found herself appreciating it. But she would be lying if she said that she doesn't appreciate being taken seriously even if it comes at the expense of having to be with a higher ranking guest. Rufus' demand is met with a sidelong glance from her but she wastes no time ordering, punctuating it with a sweet smile of thanks that is only hesitantly returned out of fear by the staff behind the counter. She waits for him to finish ordering before they seat themselves and launches right back into questioning him. ]


Is your friend the only one that you know from home?
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-11-01 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At his touch her gaze flits down towards their fingers. And while he'll be able to see the slight twitch of her eyebrow and the lift of the corner of her lips in amusement what the staff sees is someone who leans in across the table. Her foot slides forward, touching briefly against his shoe. To them it could be seen as affectionate or possessive, but to her it's entirely conspiratorial in nature.

She's played enough of these games to know understand the subtleties being laid before her. And this, while silly and frivolous, is no less enjoyable. For a moment she can forget that she's here. She can leave the sounds of war that haunt her dreams. This is just a pleasant day spending time with someone who may or may not be her friend. ]


What makes you say that? Our nose for mischief? Our sparkling personalities?
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-11-20 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's been some nebulous time after their little romp as monsters and while Hilda can say for certain that she hasn't been avoiding him (Why would she? Nothing about their run in had bothered her at all. Why would it?), she isn't sure that the same can be said about him.

Which is why she sends a very silly and probably stupid text. ]


So...are we ever going to talk about the daddy thing?
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-11-20 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
I apologized, didn't I?

[ Try that again with a little less defensiveness now, Hilda. ]

...I'm sorry. It was the first thing that came to mind and I have no idea why. In any other circumstance I would have asked. And it just goes to show that not all of my impromptu plans work out the way I'd hope.

[ Truthfully she doesn't know how she feels about it either. It had started out as a survival mechanism with a joke at its core, but it's difficult for her to deny that she had enjoyed it in some form. But whether that had to do with calling Rufus that, the knowledge that they may have had vampires watching them, or that it was Rufus himself is still something she has to parse out. ]
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-11-21 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Why else do you think I would feel so guilty?

[ But also leaving her on read? Not cool (even if it is deserving). While she should be used to waiting between responses for letters was perfectly normal, it doesn't make her any less impatient or nervous for the response that awaits her.

She isn't exactly sure why. Sure, they're friends and they get along well; but while she values his company the resort is large enough where she wouldn't feel the need to rely on him solely for companionship whether that's physical or not. And yet in the silence that stretches she finds herself hoping that that isn't the case. That a silly (stupid) slip of her tongue in a moment of stress won't be the downfall of something that she cares about.

The relief she feels when he finally responds is difficult to ignore but it's his question that prompts her to pause in return as she revisits the haze of that day both literally and figuratively. ]


I'm not going to lie and say that you weren't the first person I saw because you were. But if I'm being entirely honest, I wasn't even entirely sure that it was you because it was impossible to see in there. When I realized it was you I stayed because I knew I could trust you.

[ "I feel safe around you," is what she means to say but she can't quite bring herself to type it. ]
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-11-21 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ From what little she knows about him and his position in his world she can't say that that's surprising to hear. Just because it isn't surprising however, doesn't mean that reading that doesn't make her chest tighten.

She replies with no hesitation. ]


Yes.

Does that bother you?
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-11-21 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
I know you wouldn't have.

[ And because it feels like they're in this strange space of admitting things they might not otherwise normally admit - ]

There aren't many people that I would trust in a situation like that. I'm glad it was you.

[ There's another pause here, her fingers hovering over the send key before she bites the bullet before she can second guess herself. ]

And I enjoyed being with you. Like that.
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-11-21 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
Gee, you really know how to make a girl feel special, huh? (Β¬ο½€Β¬)

[ She's mostly just giving him a hard time. Mostly. She knows how this place works. ]

If I were, would you want "anything at all" with me?
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-11-22 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
What! Who said I was playing games? You're the one that was texting cryptically before this.

[ She stares at the screen and his unfinished thought, annoyance prickling at her skin even though she knows that he's right. Playing games, dancing between the undefined spaces in-between had always been her preference. It was easier that way. It kept her unattached and by extension kept those that might want something from her or her brother at an arm's length.

But there's nothing like that here. What does he stand to gain from the youngest daughter of a noble house in a land far from here? What does he stand to gain except maybe a friend? The word stares back at her and it takes her a moment to reply. ]


Feeling as in romance? Or the general feelings of care that people usually develop when they're friends with someone?
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-11-26 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Almost immediately she goes to refute that. ]

Not even your friend here? The one you had me make something for?

[ Because what was his admission at the smoothie shop if not that? Debating the relationship status of the giftee however isn't quite the topic of conversation at hand. ]

As much of a romantic as I can be, I don't have those types of feelings for you.

[ It goes left unsaid that she thinks it would be foolish of her to develop those sorts of feelings so quickly and in a place like this. Her fate remains unknown at home and even if she knew that with certainty, the instinct to dance away from those feelings would take precedence like some kind of survival instinct. But even if they aren't talking about romantic feelings, Hilda knows in the back of her mind that if this is going to go anywhere she has to stop skirting around topics that she is so want to do. ]

But I enjoy being around you. You're kind of funny and whether or not you admit you care about those you consider yours in whatever capacity that means. I'd enjoy being around you even if you didn't buy me things for my art projects or whatever that was in the Smoked Egg. I like being your friend even if you don't think of us that way yet, and as long as you're not trying to blackmail me or take advantage of my kind, generous heart, that probably won't change.

And if this is just about the sex - I am attracted to you. And that was the case before all of that vampire business happened. ...Does that make it a little more clear?
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-12-04 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't believe it's different even with the rules that they're beholden to here. But they're unpacking something else at the moment and there will be plenty of time later on to pester him about it.

And speaking of unpacking things - her initial reaction is to puff up her cheek in a huff. Being told what to do has rarely sat well with her. Growing up spoiled means that she's used to things going her way. And while that annoyance certainly lingers she realizes as she reads those words that there's care behind them. ]


First of all, it's pretty bold of you to assume that I or anyone else would fall in love with you. Second of all, you can't just tell someone not to fall in love with you. That's now how it works.

And lastly - how are you certain that you're not going to get hurt? Not by me necessarily but by anyone else in here.


[ She remembers the little boy. He sticks out all too starkly in her mind even if it's something Rufus would much rather she forget. ]
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[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2024-12-04 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh - you're so annoying! That's not what I was getting at at all.

I'm not upset that you're looking out for me. In fact I'm really flattered that you care that much about me at all and I don't want you to get hurt either. But there's a difference between telling me that you care and sounding like an arrogant ass while doing it!
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i'm so sorry for how late this is 😭 feel free to drop!!

[personal profile] theidlemaiden 2025-01-16 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
You're awful, you know that?

[ Though she suspects that he does. He's admitted as much. But she feels like she has to say something even if it is incredibly weak in the face of both the truth and something incredibly sweet.

She doesn't quite know how to feel about those two things. Layer a conversation about feelings and boundaries and it's safe to say she's very much outside her comfort zone. ]


If it's worth anything, I care about you too. I consider you a friend. But I also enjoyed what we did. Given the nature of this place, it wouldn't be awful to do that again with someone that I do like but you're right in that a conversation about where we stand is important because our friendship means a lot to me.

I can't guarantee that feelings won't come up but if it looks like it's veering towards romantic ones, it would be best to stop. ...What do you think?
keita: (blushing | 002)

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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-27 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
j lmk hb

[ A message from the great beyond. Or the octopus. ]
keita: (calm | 008)

[personal profile] keita 2025-01-27 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
Christ. No, sorry, I've been working on Feiyu and one of its tentacles got a little too enthusiastic with the face of my watch. My apologies for the interruption, Mr. Shinra.
keita: (calm | 001)

[personal profile] keita 2025-01-27 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Feiyu is the clockwork octopus I built, hence the tentacles. Something of a passion project over the last several months.
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-27 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Not consciousness, no, although I'll admit that it mimics life well. It has randomising gears inside it, so it can move about unpredictably as a living creature might, but it doesn't make decisions about what to do.

I'll show you, if you like?
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-27 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Exactly, yes.

I'll bring it to you, or our somewhere if that's your preference. It has a tendency to escape and hide under sinks, though, so please do try not to let it out of your sight.
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-27 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
I could. Feiyu itself is a replica of a predecessor called Katsu.

The first iteration took me years, so the fact that Feiyu only took months is something I'm rather proud of. Truthfully, the challenge is less in the actual building than it is in the sourcing of components. As you may imagine, the Nest is hardly chock-full of sellers of clockwork cogs.
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-27 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. Katsu means "victor," as in winner. Feiyu means "one who flies across the universe." Big names for little creatures.
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-27 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Then perhaps Feicao, more appropriately.

The appeal of clockwork to me has always been the experience of envisioning a final product and then putting together the small pieces that form it. Whether I'm making a pocket watch or building an octopus, the principle is the same, in that I start at the end and work my way back. The companionship is enjoyable, of course.
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-27 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
Nearly--a basin, as in a sink.

[ A pause. Well, Rufus already knows about the clairvoyance, so... ]

Sometimes it does. Sometimes I build things and I forget what they're for--futures that end up not coming true, most likely. But when I build things for myself, there is enjoyment both in the process and in the result.

I'm sorry about your companion. A person, or a creature?
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-28 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
I was hoping so, as it's much easier for me to offer to build a clockwork animal than a clockwork person. If you're so inclined, that is. And of course I would need your input on the design.
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-28 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
I'm getting the sense you won't believe me if I tell you all I want in return is the pleasure of your company.
keita: (calm | 008)

[personal profile] keita 2025-01-28 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps we had better start by having you define your understanding of those two concepts, then.
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-28 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kiss him?? Keita thought Rufus hated him. ]

There are plenty of futures where you don't kiss me. More than futures where you do, I think. I'll make sure to keep count as best I can.

[ Although Keita will of course no longer remember the futures he forgets (duh), he can usually sense the impressions of them, like phantom pains in a missing limb—the awareness that something once there is now gone. ]

Will understanding how I define "pleasure" and "company" help you come to a decision?
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-28 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Spoken like a true businessman, but regardless of "supply," I don't care for pity. I meant the pleasure of your company in the sense of the opportunity to get to know each other. If that doesn't interest you, I also take payment in chips or parts.
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-28 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose we're alike in that regard. Both difficult to be around, in our own ways.

Come to my suite when you're free, then. If you don't find me intolerable, we'll see about the rest.
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-28 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
I'm a clairvoyant, Mr. Shinra. If I found you intolerable, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
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[personal profile] keita 2025-01-28 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
I've never claimed otherwise.

All right, I'll look forward to it.
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[personal profile] pliant 2025-03-22 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
Hello, Rufus!
This is Mercedes, we spoke on the network earlier this month about making some personalized items for Darkstar.
I just finished a sample—I apologize for the wait, the recent athletic events around the resort took up some of my time.


[ attached is a picture of the neckerchief in a deep violet pattern. there are round carabiner clips sewn in at the ends to attach to darkstar's chain collar, and along the bottom is a neatly embroidered shinra in red thread. ]

If it's to your liking, I'd be pleased to give it to you at your convenience, but do let me know if there's anything you'd like me to change or add!
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[personal profile] pliant 2025-03-23 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
That's wonderful! I'm so glad you like it.

I admit I hadn't thought of that yet, this has always been more of a hobby for me so I've never considered taking payment. But if you're open to it, we can meet for tea and call it even?
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[personal profile] pliant 2025-03-24 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
If you insist, then I suppose I'll have to accept.

Is now a good time for us to meet?
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no worries and welcome back!!

[personal profile] pliant 2025-04-04 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
I'm still familiarizing myself with all the facilities, but I heard that Birdbucks is quite good, if that's all right with you?
But if you have other recommendations, I'd be more than happy to try!
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[personal profile] pliant 2025-04-10 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ darkstar is indeed more than enough of a signal once mercedes arrives. the picture she remembers from rufus' network post also included a bit of himself, so she spends a few moments looking around before spotting his companion, her expression lighting up with recognition. the other guests seem to give them a wide berth, still making the occasional curious glance, but mercedes pays them no mind as she makes her way over. ]

I'm sorry to keep you waiting! It's wonderful to meet you in person, and Darkstar as well.

[ she may have had to ask one of the staff for directions, but she's getting better about remembering where things are. ]

Oh, and before I forget! Here you are. [ she passes over a gift bag to rufus, inside is the neckerchief as promised. ] I thought you'd like to put it on her yourself to see if she likes it. Of course, I'm happy to make any further adjustments as well if needed.
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[personal profile] pliant 2025-04-15 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a normal dog wouldn't have a prehensile tentacle extending off her spine, and a normal (?) person would likely be more hesitant about taking a seat next to her. but there's no sense of nervousness as mercedes gets settled, careful not to touch darkstar or get too close. she's clearly working to protect her master, after all, it'd be rude to disturb her.

even with her rank ten status, she's never gone out of her way to have the staff cater to her more than what was really necessary, and so she's a little surprised at their readiness to take her order. they recommend a drink from one of the food stalls, a strawberry flavored smoothie that is as sweet as it sounds; she remembered enjoying something similar during the sporting events, and decides to take their recommendation.
]

I'm glad to hear it. [ from their previous conversation, rufus seems to have a discerning eye. she gets the impression that he doesn't hand out compliments easily. ] If there's anything else you'd like to have made, I'd be more than happy to give it a try! I've a lot of time on my hands... well, aside from the games this place likes to throw at us.
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πŸ–€ cloaca and dagger hell, if this works for you!!

[personal profile] saults 2025-04-08 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ she hadn't actually been sure if this place was real, though a part of her had only just barely doubted its existence, even if it's the kind of place she never would have slipped into back at home. an anonymous sex club β€” if anyone really knew that tifa lockhart, good girl of the community, was stepping into, she's sure it'd have been the talk of the slums for all that they loved the gossip. but that home is beneath rubble these days, half the people trying to find shelter in wall market or sector five and the other half simply gone. and here she is, alive, caught up in a whole other world with her mind too hazy to think about what's really important. how could she focus on the real mission to protect the planet when her body feels on fire as it does?

the disguise is a little silly, with her hair wrapped up in a bun and tucked beneath a stylish hat, sunglasses to hide the familiarity of her crimson eyes. it might still be a little too obvious and maybe even strange considering that there's plenty of people here that may not even know who she is, but this choice she's making β€” it's something that only the impulses of her skin have drawn her towards, a desperation that her own stubbornness has refused to tell her own friends about out of the embarrassment of that clawing need inside.

the inside feels rather simple in its lobby, just a polite receptionist who doesn't even ask her name and simply guides her to the dressing room. it's hard to tell how much the disguise will actually hide who she is, since the white bunny mask still shows plenty of her face, long black hair falling over her bare shoulders. the black unitard is especially revealing, breasts large enough to nearly spill out the top, with those straps really putting in the work to hold up her cleavage. when she walks, the fishnet stockings stroke against her legs, somehow making her even more anxious, heat pooling between her thighs, as the want encourages her towards the back rooms.

it doesn't take look from there for the men to rally around her, sly cocky smiles unhidden even with their masks, those boasting expressions that say she should join them in one of the private rooms before they even extend the invitation. these men, all strangers, tight shorts and leather pants giving a full display of their hardened cocks underneath, the sultry echo of their voices playing it cool in just how badly they want to fuck her β€”

her back's against the wall before she even has a chance to respond, knowing this is exactly where her usual politeness isn't ideal to voice rejection as at least three or four men trying to talk over one another on who can have her. no, this is a natural fight or flight situation, her mind trying to urge her to simply leave when she doesn't actually want to be there, fists curling like she might land a punch on the first one of these men that might dare to lay a hand on her, but her body β€” she needs it, needs it, the lust so heavy beneath her skin that she practically freezes in place for the first time since she could remember. ]
saults: (πŸ–€ 𝟢𝟾𝟿)

no worries at all! i'm more than happy to backtag through it

[personal profile] saults 2025-04-14 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ this isn't like her at all, but then, tifa hasn't yet understood how to find a better balance of these emotions, the waves of alternating sensations heating through her body when she doesn't anticipate it, overwhelmed by the heat of it all that even the fabric of that unitard feels like it's pressing too tightly into her skin, nipples already visibly well taut against it, even when it's impossible to really distinguish arousal against panic.

but what she does know is that she doesn't want to be here, not with these invasive men, which is why she feels the heels already beginning to attempt to shuffle to the side to find an opening of escape β€” when the other man, all in black, suddenly appears.

her own gaze is instantly one of confusion, even behind the coverage of the mask, staring at his held out hand with the quickly raised question of whether he might somehow have her confused for someone else, or β€” no, is he ... helping her?

there's no recognition of him, nothing except the voice that sounds a bit ... no, it couldn't be anyone she knows. not in this place. and in the light of her panic, there's no room for much thought and she quickly reaches out to grasp his hand, stepping swiftly in his direction to take hold of his other arm. ]


I was waiting so long, I was worried something happened to you. [ she has no confidence in her acting abilities, but she can get away with this much at least, she thinks. but no reason to linger. ] We should go. I'm really thirsty for that champagne.

[ and she practically begins to tug him on her own, at least enough to get out of the space of those men, not wanting to look back on the chance that they might somehow see through it and try to keep her there. ]
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[personal profile] saults 2025-04-14 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ it doesn't escape her, the weighted importance of this rescue, how uncertainty she'd been of the outcome if he hadn't arrived, and suddenly her mind drifts to a certain blond that she once asked to promise that he'd save her were she ever in trouble. but she's not so distracted that she wouldn't be able to tell that the blond man who guides her into the secure safety of his body isn't cloud.

yet, there's something almost knightly about his actions, heroic in his confidence and willingness to pull her away from danger that she feels her body warm from it all, either touched with a fondness for the kindness or β€” slick wet for the overwhelming desire of him, as the small diamond marked behind her ear seems to glow a brighter red the closer she finds herself tucked to his side.

she drowns out the sounds of the men behind her, curling her body in closer as the man moves with such well-timed ease, skilled in the movement of his feet. tifa's lips remain parted with the surprise but isn't able to find another word to utter until she's guided swiftly away, following his steps as she turns her head to look up at her mysterious savior. ]


I didn't exactly want to be here to begin with, I just β€” [ her breath catches, feeling the heat making her a little dizzy that she almost stumbles before catching herself, head turning away that the crimson glow of her mark behind her ear is visible to his eyes. ] Thanks for helping me, but I should β€” I should probably leave.
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[personal profile] saults 2025-04-14 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ currently, under the circumstances, she has little awareness of where the exit even is, not entirely sure if he'd been leading her to it or β€” no, he isn't, is he? she feels the tug that pulls her to that secluded alcove, her mouth parting to voice a protest against his suggestion, that she really should get out of here, but he steadies her once more to his body, the press of his arm secure around her front that she can feel the warmth of his arm practically nudged beneath the heavy gravity of her breasts, reminding her again of that urgency for them to be freed and touched.

she swallows against the desires, because they shouldn't be happening now, with this stranger, this man who'd simply come to her rescue β€” but isn't it what she wanted, why she had come to this place in the first place?

with the closeness of his hips behind her, she's sure the slightest movement would grind her ass against him, and the heightened awareness makes her all the more eager to remain still. ]


I'm ... just a bit dizzy. I think I'm just a little overwhelmed being here. [ she knows that isn't true, and something tells her that he probably could see through it too. after all, he's here too, isn't he? she tenses, his chest so firm against her back that she almost aches to stretch across it, to feel these arms move and brush over the rest of her. ] Does this happen to everyone here? The ... need of it? Wanting it this badly?
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[personal profile] saults 2025-04-14 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
It'd at least make it make sense.

[ except that still wouldn't be enough, would it? even if tifa knew this was some kind of regularity amongst everyone in the resort, it wouldn't change that it was happening to her. the letter she had first received when she initially arrived had suggested as much, something helpful to encourage her, they said, but whatever it was, it seemed to be achieving its intentions and much more.

until you do something about it.

the answer's always been obvious, and the very reason she'd found herself here. because who could she ask β€” cloud? things with him were already in a complicated enough downward slope, could they really keep entangling themselves down a road like this? and she's far too ashamed to even bring it to aerith, despite knowing the other girl has been here longer than she has. has aerith been down these halls too, seeking out strangers to touch her?

fingers only lightly brush her thigh, the strings of the fishnet nudging to her skin and can sense the roll of its simple arousal reach her cunt, her breath shuddering for more of his caresses. ]


You won't know me, right ... ? And I won't know you? [ it's almost a rhetroical ask, since she already knows what this place is meant to be. all she does know is the sturdy reliance of this stranger's body behind him and the appreciation of his timely rescue, along with the heat that stirs for his hands, fingers, mouth, cock β€” anything he can give her to chase that relief.

tongue stroking across her dry lips, she breathes out her answer. ]
Yes.
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[personal profile] saults 2025-04-14 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ maybe she should find relief in that, that her identity won't be revealed through this β€” because she certainly doesn't consider the collecting of cards at all, not something she's even thought of as any kind of achievement to chase β€” that maybe she could simply bask in the relief she can find through this, something that could at least make those symptoms of her mark to ease away and let her breathe normally again.

but what she finds is that the secrecy itself is something enticing on its own, that the mystery of the man standing behind her only adds to the heightened anticipation of his stronger grip before his touch dips lower to where she aches it to be.

with his tug, her neck stretches back, head nestled against his shoulder, with the ears of her mask curved back out of his way. her hips jut forward instinctively, a soft gasp expelled from between her lips as her fingers rub through the fabric, already soaked through with each and every one of her cunt's yearning reactions through the night.

he might not actually be her first, not even in this resort, but it's easy to play the part if only because she doesn't even need to try. not when she's still so uncertain in how to really chase what she wants, to feel any sense of confidence in knowing what she needs. ]


It's already so β€” [ so good? so wet? so much? her fingers clutch around his arm, not to push away or guide but simply to find purchase for herself to hold steady. ] Do ... do you want me to touch you too?
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[personal profile] saults 2025-04-14 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ part of his words before had mentioned the want of attention. she's not quite sure if that really aligns with these uncontrolled sensations, and yet there's something peculiarly arousing in the way he intends to focus entirely on her. likely, it's due to the way she's become quite expectant of men's desires for her, the number of brutish drunks at the bar who'd offered large tips for her to blow them behind the building or to let them to slide their dick between her tits β€” all easily rejected before she effortlessly kicked them out on their asses with plenty of broken ribs to join their bills.

whatever the man's actual intentions behind it, the movement of his fingers applies pleasure towards her, adding to the heavy slick that soaks through the flimsy unitard with every stroke.

she watches the purposeful fall of that strap, its reliability in holding her up now loosened as her breasts slacken more against the fabric still trapping it. cheeks burn flush, aware that they're still not quite private here, and yet feeling undeniably turned on by the danger of it, by the part of here that doesn't care for once for too much decency.

but his fingers catch over her clit, the friction of fabric stroking over that sensitive bundle of nerves and the sudden overwhelming spike of pleasure does indeed have her jolt back against him, hips jutting out forward with a sharp thrust against his hand. her breasts give a light bounce in the reaction, fabric from the unstrapped side dipping lower that her nipple nearly begins to peek over it. ]


Ah, pleaseβ€” [ the plea leaves her lips in a small whimper before she can restrain herself, hips giving a slight squirm. ] It feelsβ€”keep touching me like that, please.
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[personal profile] saults 2025-04-14 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ if he purposely means to add concern for her, it certainly succeeds as she catches herself on her words, curling her lip inward to press her teeth down over it as if that might be able to silence away the soft noises that work through her throat. it's a strange feeling, not wanting to be caught, and yet feeling the thrill in knowing that they could. it's not like she wants to be seen like this, in the arms of a strange man, her breasts nearly spilling out the top of her unitard as she grinds against a steady palm, but there's something nearly feral and anxious for the stimulation that it's hard to keep herself caring for subtlety. ]

I'm not usually ... like this.

[ because how could she be that wet when she's barely been touched, wondering if this lies in one of those things that simply is, all because of this mark on her skin, heightening want and and drip of slick from her needy cunt.

he applies that wet friction with the pressure of his fingers to the unitard, fabric grinding firmly over her folds and clit, her hips rocking against his strokes, intoxicated by the satisfying rub that jolts pleasure through her. her hand holds onto his wrist to brace herself, the angle of her arm as a result allowing the only reliable strap to now loosen at an angle at her shoulder, still hanging on but not having quite the same grip now that the other strap falls free.

but it's just enough, the top hem of the unitard dipping a bit more as she arches her shoulders more against his chest to jut her hips forward for his hand, the heavy round curve of a breast empowering that weak fabric to dip over it, the tight peak of her nipple exposed freely to the open air. her breath hitches when she notices, fingers squeezing at his arm, movement of her hips weakening but not entirely stopping. ]


W-wait β€” someone might see.
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[personal profile] saults 2025-04-15 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ she can't say for sure if the excess of her wetness is entirely credited to him, but she doesn't doubt that he's a great contributing factor at this point, that his technique has succeeded plenty in easily riling her, as shyness becomes abandoned for a greedier chase of pleasure. no, she certainly isn't like this, typically a little more reserved when it comes to sex, and yet embracing the fulfillment of these carnal urges now with a complete stranger and feeling all the more lustful for it.

because he's right, isn't he? the mask if meant to shield her identity, just as unknown of a patron as all the rest here. even the fullness of her now exposed breasts shouldn't necessarily be traced back to her, not when the horizonal scar on her skin, tucked beneath the swell of those mounds, remains covered by the bunched fabric of the unitard.

his arm is only a minor barrier in censoring the view but her worries subside the moment his thumb massages over her nipple when he gropes her breast, the point tightening stiffly from his attention, practically begging for the pinch and tug of his fingers.

breathless, she tries to speak, ]


Are you sure no one's gonnaβ€”ah...

[ another soft moan spills from her lips, as she earns the direct touch of his fingers to her cunt, the heat of his skin a satisfying blaze that tosses her head back against his shoulders, lips parted with a steady panting as she maintains the forward arch of her hips for him to guide his fingers low.

she thinks of what he'd told her before β€” he could be anyone she wants or no one at all. in this moment, she's not entirely sure which of those she'd prefer, but she closes her eyes all the same, letting herself abandon tifa lockhart, to feel the anonymity of the mask, to pretend this is the first. ]


Do you ... do you like me like this? [ she whispers between her heavy breaths, the shyness of asking plenty authentic on its own. but she tries it all the same, urged by the stimulation that pulls her away from herself. ] So messy for you...?
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[personal profile] saults 2025-04-15 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ tifa barely knows the definition of relaxing, usually always up to something to feel herself useful to feel like she's dedicating herself to helping someone, so the very concept of being still while someone devotes this level of attention to her is unheard of. any man calling her a good little girl would typically result in a full set of knuckles knocking out their teeth, given the usual context of it, but right now, the low promise of his voice paired with his devoted fingers, pinching the sensitive points of her nipples and exploring the slick drip of her cunt, has her whimpering a moan that sinks her back further against his body.

it's so much, with so much applied touch to her body, the mark behind her ear nearly beaming with its brightness as he grants it that arousing lick, her lashes fluttering as a result. she's so dizzy, the sight before her hazy as she drowns within those sharp pleasurable aches from tugged nipples and the exhilarating rubbing between her legs.

his promises to her ear arrive so unexpectedly, lips parting to find words before the sound leaves her mouth as a sudden sharp cry when he briskly drives his fingers fast inside of her. ]


W-waitβ€”Iβ€”! [ she can't even protest at this pace, throwing her head back again as she pants with short moans on every pounding thrust of those digits, one arm stretching out to press her hand flat to the wall simply for purchase as the other grips at his forearm, just to keep herself steady against his rocking hand.

she can't rock against him like this, not when he's fucking her so fast and deep that it takes all of her to hold herself in place. though she can barely focus on each individual word he speaks to her, she seems to understand them all the same, too acutely aware that she's never been pleasured like this before, so overstimulated and attentive, her mark leaving her all the hungrier for this ferocious pace. ]


Oh, fuck, Iβ€”it feels so goodβ€”you're ... gonna make me comeβ€” [ even her voice sounds pleading, lost in the drive of his attention, of his buried knuckles, quick and relentless. she needs this, to satisfy that itch that's been given to her, but she wants it too. ] Please, please, please, don't stop, don't, I'mβ€”

[ she doesn't even need to rub at her clit to nudge her over that edge, already so soaked with pleasure that it doesn't take much rubbing of where she needs him to touch, as her thighs tense, legs quickly around his thrusting hands as she arches her back to his chest with jutting hips, as she climaxes with a tight squeeze around his fingers. ]
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[personal profile] saults 2025-04-16 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ she can't say she recalls coming quite this hard in recent memory, but she also wonders if she could recall ever coming this hard ever, because why she's definitely had her share of good orgasms, it's hard to say how often she's had it this heavily stimulated, every limb quivering as he keeps his fingers pressed within her, teasing grazing touches around her clit. something about the continued mystery adds to that heat, this unknown man that seems to pick up with ease how best to touch her, how to utterly destroy her instantaneously with the smoothness of that husky lustful voice at her ear and his serving hands.

when he speaks again, it takes her a brief moment to blink herself back to steadiness, everything still incredibly hazy from her climax, but she's so enchanted with him in this moment, that all it takes is a simple request for her to follow her, abandoning usual doubt and skeptical trust to place herself in this man's hands the way she already has tonight.

he guides her to turn around and she does so, her eyes already shut, eyelids visibly closed within the eye sockets of her mask, as she presses herself back to the wall, thankful for the support it gives her to keep standing straight. without being able to watch him, she gasps softly as he mouths at her breasts, the suction of those lips drawing out sharper breaths that still haven't quite steadied themselves. and yet despite the elevated pleasure she's already received, she doesn't feel done, as if she's been given a plate of something so fulfilling that it only seems to make her hungrier, her mark glowing persistently as it demands more, more, more.

and he provides exactly that, the heat of his mouth pressing to her cunt, so deliciously arousing and desired, as her fingers reach down to his shoulder and guide their way to the back of his head, now free of its mask. she can feel the soft strands of it β€” blond, she recalls, from what peaked out in limited view before β€” and she combs her fingers through it, almost affectionately, even with the curl of her grip that tugs lightly at his scalp. ]


Oh, fuck, fuck, it's soβ€” [ she pants for breath, one heel firm to the ground as she balances her other leg atop his shoulder, using the wall at her back to keep herself upright. she can feel it, the soaking sloppy mess from her climax, now heavy on his tongue. ] You keep ... making me so wetβ€”it's so much ...
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it's gonna be so beautifully disastrous, i can't wait

[personal profile] saults 2025-04-18 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ she doesn't so much as guides him with her tightening grip as she simply seeks something to latch onto, to keep her steady when her knees are already threatening to give out, when her thighs are still quivering from her last orgasm and yet readily seeking the chase for another. there's also something plenty arousing in feeling the motion of his head against her hand, how she can follow its movements as he explores the tasting of her.

the pace is so drastically different that it's almost jarring, in a way that isn't unpleasant, not as it seems to strangely help in grounding her, when his explorative tongue wanders with a patience that's almost torturously slow, rounding her clit with an awareness of its sensitivity that doesn't lets her breathe while still stretching out that lasting pleasure that doesn't seem to rest.

and then he stops, so abruptly, while she's sounding out another moan, that she has to will herself to avoid opening her eyes on instinct. she even gives a persistent shake of her head, before realizing that he might not even be looking towards her. ]


Don't.

[ with the convenience of those strands of hairs caught between her fingers, she briefly holds him as she blindly curves her hips forward, until she can feel the lips of her cunt teasing against the lips of his mouth, just the slightest flutter of contact as that damp pink skin smears its slick surface to the corner of his mouth and cheek. ]

Youβ€”you wanted to make me scream, didn't you? Make it so I can't forget, okay? [ her fingers loosen only so she can gently scrape the tip of his nails lightly to his scalp, thriving on these touches as her eyes remain shut, with honesty slipping from her lips with the boldness of this arousal. ] And ... and you won't either. Make me come so hard again that your tongue never forgets how I taste.
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[personal profile] saults 2025-04-21 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ if there's any hints or crumbs sprinkled of the man's identity, tifa isn't in the midst of picking up on it, not while she isn't even seeking to find out who the man currently on the knees in front of her is, almost preferring that she not find out, since it means she stands a better chance of remaining a mystery herself. because she's not sure she ever wants to be found out, to be known for being this hungry for satisfaction, begging and pleading and moaning as shamelessly as she does now, basking in the luxury of anonymity.

though she does guiltily wish she could watch him, feeling the way he noses against her thigh as he paints momentary intermission kisses there, ticklish at the skin between the tight nets of her stockings. but it's all for the best, since she's not sure she could stare at him without instantly shying away at the way he buries his face to her cunt. ]


Is there ... something else you want me to call you?

[ or something else for her to shout in place of a name she doesn't wish to know. not that it matters since sounds will slip from her lips regardless. when his mouth returns, she's caught off guard by the increase in fervor, in the full devouring from lips and tongue. the leg atop his shoulder tightens, heel digging in at this back, as her hips respond to his mouth, writhing at the succulent attention to her clit.

as she keeps a hand clutched to his hair, the other rises to one of her free breasts, grabbing a palm full of the soft flesh and giving it firm squeeze as she pants soft moans again with each of her breaths. ]
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[personal profile] saults 2025-04-22 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ in any other conversation, she would despise the metaphor, to shake with frustration at being seen as nothing more than prey against a predator, as if to highlight all of the weaknesses she's worked tirelessly to strengthen defenses in front of. but the costumes they wear here has certainly set their current roles into place, and there's no denial that it's him that's getting a full feast in eating her up, giving him plenty to lick up from between her legs.

annoying in other settings perhaps, but here β€” in tifa lockhart's place really is a bunny being made to bounce for the wolf that feeds so deliciously into her. the comparison regrettably turns her on more, index and thumb pinching tightly at her nipple. there's a satisfying freedom in pretending to be someone she's not β€” or to chase the cravings she's often too reserved to approach. difficult to say now. ]


Then ... eat me up, Mister Wolf. [ her back arches, hips rolling forward as her fingernails scrape lightly along the back of his head. her own cheeks flare red, bright with the lust that aligns with those animalistic desires of her own suit, made all the more appropriate with the assigned names of their game, emboldening her words to play along. ] Make β€” make this bunny come with your hungry mouth.
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forgive me for how ridiculously late this is ;;

[personal profile] saults 2025-05-28 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's a silly little game of playing pretend and she wonders if she might regret getting herself so tied up in it, if tomorrow comes and she'll feel the weight of shame for venturing somewhere so indecent, that she'd let herself be touched in a place so exposed, that she craved so hungrily to come over and over for a man whose name or face she doesn't even know.

but tomorrow is tomorrow, and right now, tifa remains in a swirl of suit-compelled lust, panting lewdly like an animal in heat, the animal that she seems to be with the ears upon her head and the wolf that eats greedily at her cunt like he truly might devour her for a meal.

with the inward slip of his fingers within her, returning to where they've seemed to find familiarity tonight, tifa gasps a sharper breath, as those digits thrust with such ease as if they belong there, taking her apart bit by bit. ]


Mmm, that'sβ€”! [ as his lips latch onto her clit, she tilts her head back, eyes half-lidded as she stares up into the ceiling, still keeping her gaze strayed away from her devoted provider of pleasure, clinging to the comfort of that lasting mystery, even as her mind races with the curiosity to know whose tongue does so well to such at that sensitive swollen bud, whose fingers curl to massage the depths of her cunt to guide her towards that peak.

another gasp with a sounding cry likely heard through the club. ]


Right thereβ€” I'm going to ... M-Mister Wolfβ€”! [ she calls out that false name with mewling whimper, as the climax takes command once more, hips squirming as she comes around his fingers for the second time tonight, even more slick against his knuckles than the first time, and leaving an equal mess against his lips and she rocks to feel that heightening excess of stimulation that begins to weaken her limbs where she stands. ]
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text β€” un: tifa ( days after truth or dare )

[personal profile] saults 2025-06-08 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the words they exchanged over truth or dare stay with her during the days that follow, slipping back to the forefront of her mind like an involuntary memory set to a routine reminder, how difficult it is to forget the way she'd been cornered. most of her wants to remain angry about it all, but there's a sadness in it too, from the parts of her that wishes she hadn't been pulled in by all the violence, by the ever extending chaos that's become that much harder to reel back in.

she still doesn't believe that rufus shinra can do anything for her, that peace is a possible option between them β€” especially not when barret is here now too, where anything beyond the surface truce they've agreed upon, could only result in some unintentional feud. but tifa is still prone to offering more chances than most, even in this.

one step. that's at least the most she can try for. ]


your offer to have a drink with you β€” is it still open?
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[personal profile] saults 2025-06-08 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ darkstar ... oh. isn't that the dog? ]

should i be concerned? it's a drink, not a fight. unless there are strict orders to bite anyone who gets within a few feet of you.
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[personal profile] saults 2025-06-08 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)
it's not a problem. it's not much different than having had negative experiences with you too.

[ and yet that isn't stopping her from risking herself in his space, alone at that. but tifa's plenty stubborn, even in throwing herself into situations that may be over her head, the same way she'd slipped into don corneo's place with the intention of going about it on her own. the difference is, cloud isn't here (anymore) to jump in and save her this time, and somehow she doesn't want to bring aerith or barret into this either. this feels like something she needs to figure out for herself. ]

just direct me to where i'd find it and tell me when the best time would be to stop by.
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[personal profile] saults 2025-06-08 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
today works. i'll be there then.

[ and sooner than later might prove to be better since it means that she won't be tempted to find some excuse to back out of this. already, tifa's finding herself wondering if she's stepping into what may prove to be a bad idea, but she simply takes a break as she prepares to dress herself for this meeting. a part of her really doesn't want to dress too nice for it, but she ends up in a stylish red sweater and short black pencil skirt, conscious to keep the newer jagged scar that stretches between her breasts diagonally towards her collar hidden to avoid sparking any kind of conversation around it, lest it entice his curiosity.

heading to the elevator in the hope that he's granted her that accessible permission to reach his floor, she takes it up, taking one more deep steady breath as she approaches his door and knocks. ]
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[personal profile] saults 2025-06-08 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ when he opens the door, tifa's reminded of a question he'd ask her during the game that she'd nearly completely forgotten about in light of their other heavier topics: am i your type? in the moment, it'd seemed quite ridiculous and practically offensive considering the state of their relationship, but standing here now, looking at him in a more casual attire outside of his traditional white coat, with the effortless way his blond hair falls over part of his face with the rest of it eased back β€” he is handsome, and certainly in the kind of way in which, were it not for their history, this very well could have been some kind of date she'd been looking forward to.

instead, her shoulders remain tense, fingers threaded together in front of her, as her eyes draw onto the dog-beast that had been warned to be at his side, her nerves sharp until her gaze falls upon the knit add-on of the collar, gentler in its appearance than she would have expected. ]


Mister President.

[ she gives a casual nod of her head as she keeps her back straight, stepping in slowly into the suite, already a bit unnerved by the decor that reminds her just how much she doesn't belong here, while simultaneously recognizing how much he does. rather than focus on it, however, she turns, gesturing with her head to darkstar. ]

Didn't expect that to be in your tastes. [ referring to the handmade accessory around her collar, of course. ] Crocheting isn't your side hobby, is it?
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[personal profile] saults 2025-06-08 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ even if she did refer to him by name, it almost feels too familiar, just as the way he refers to her seems to set some kind of proper boundary, as if the politeness of it is meant to veil some kind of smugness β€” though she imagines that's entirely due to her own preconceptions of him, all of which have been left questioned in the past few days in light of their recent conversations.

this, too, is just another addition to the ways she's being brought to seeing him in a different kind of light. ]


I guess I just assumed she was just some kind of guard dog to you. I didn't expect her to be ... well, a pet like this. [ not so much strict security as it is a possible friend he keeps around. ] But pets are nice to have around. Makes things less lonely. I used to have a cat growing up β€” Fluffy β€” it'd probably brighten everything right up if she were around now. So ... I get it.

[ her lips quirk into a bit of a smile at the memory before she remembers where she is, who she's with, as she then presses those lips together to feel that awkwardness seep through her again, arms holding to hold her elbows. she looks at darkstar again, less dog and more something else entirely, and yet seeming strangely domesticated with that customized collar, leaving her plenty curious. ]

I ... don't expect she can be pet, can she? [ more specifically by her, all things considered. ]
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[personal profile] saults 2025-06-09 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ i don't have a choice whether or not to be lonely. though she'd only read the words from him, she could practically hear them in his voice now, and while she isn't keen towards wanting to feel any kind of pity towards him, all things considered, she understands that need for console, the way she sought it from fluffy after losing her mother.

maybe that's why she even surprises herself when she asks the question, half expecting the answer to be a no regardless. but she's always had a weakness for animals, thanks to fluffy, and even if she tends to be more cat person than dog, it's difficult to feel some kind of softness in the direction of the creature, with the lighthearted bow around her neck. ]


Um, yeah, I mean β€” only if it's okay.

[ she feels a bit strange now that she's asked it, but she watches rufus gesture for darkstar, her eyes meeting the dog's that in turn watches her. and with that simple gesture, she really does seem like a pet like any other, gentle against her owner's hand, despite gentle never being a word she'd associate with rufus. and yet, in that moment, it seems almost ... ordinary. she doesn't even notice a bit of tension ease from her shoulders.

carefully, she takes a few steps closer, slowly easing her out her own hand, not yet reaching but simply offering it forward. ]


Hi. [ she says to darkstar, her voice light as her body leans down a touch. ]
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[personal profile] saults 2025-06-09 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Oh β€” [ and tifa seems to be counted amongst those people who don't expect the tentacle, eyes widening a bit when the tentacle encircles her wrist, watching carefully for a moment to study its movements as she keeps her own body still.

but as she observes, she does seem to gather darkstar's relaxed posture, surprisingly unthreatening in a way that really is drastically different from the creature that seemed more monster than anything at rufus' side. yet now, all tifa can see is a faithful pet, comfortable in the space of someone she trusts, even if that someone happens to be rufus shinra.

unexpectedly, it relaxes tifa too. ]


Well, look at her. With such good behavior, she deserves to be. [ with her visual attention directed away from rufus for the moment, she doesn't even notice the change in her own voice, casual and light in its tone, as she chuckles softly, slowly letting her hand reach out the rest of the way to finally slide against darkstar's muzzle, fingers stroking with a gentle touch there and along the top of her head. ]
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[personal profile] saults 2025-06-09 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's not at all what tifa expected either, since she imagined she'd have had all her defenses up from the moment she stepped into his suite. yet, leave it up to the opportunity to pet a domesticated animal to lower down her guard, as the welcoming of pets from darkstar's willingness to enjoy not just one but two offering hands is enough to bring about a bit of fondness as tifa looks to the animal with a smile.

when rufus speaks up with the reminder of her original intentions in coming here, tifa's hand slows, a flushing warmth creeping up over her cheeks as she realizes her own distraction, imagining the oddity of it from his perspective. ]


Right, yeah. [ with a final nuzzling stroke to darkstar's head, tifa withdraws her hand, straightening up as she finally brings her attention back to rufus, feeling a bashfulness creep over her face as she tries to revert back to an intended focused confidence. ] She's free to go where she wants, so I don't really mind. But, yeah, um, lead the way.
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[personal profile] saults 2025-06-09 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ as tifa watches the resulting movements at the command to release, she comes to realize just how in tune darkstar has been to every word and even every motion that rufus has signaled. even without the turks positioned at his side, security and defenses low, tifa doubts she could ever actually lay a finger on rufus if it every came down to some spontaneous instinct to attack him here in his suite; she'd probably have darkstar's teeth sunken into her neck in seconds if he managed to draw her attention for it.

probably lucky that none of her intentions in being here consist of any kind of stealth assassination attempt, as tifa stares after darkstar in momentary awe before she draws her attention back to following after rufus. it's with easy curiosity that her eyes peer around the space, lingering for longer than a beat on the grand piano in that expansive room. it isn't her first time in a queen's suite, having seen plenty of other complex designs, equally equipped with their own faux beaches, but she has a more difficult time imagining rufus living within it, absentmindedly trying to picture him leisurely relaxing within it.

it's when her eyes fall onto the bar that a subtle brightness slips onto her face again, already tilting her head to get a look at the various drinks available on the shelves before rufus even welcomes her to it.

looking at him briefly, as if to reaffirm his okay, she steps forward and rounds the counter to slip behind the bar, stepping into it with easy familiarity, the way she can almost find herself within seventh heaven's walls again. fingers trace over bottles to map out the selection, mindfully counting brands she recognizes from home and some that might be more unique to this place or other worlds.

spinning around, her lips purses into something almost like a light smirk as she brings her hands down on the counter. ]
So, does that mean I get to make yours too?
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[personal profile] saults 2025-06-09 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Challenge accepted.

[ because if there's a skill that tifa feels herself fairly adept at, it's being able to get a good read on a person's drink preferences. plus, it helps to prevent the returning of the tension in her shoulders now that she's this far into rufus' suite, at least feeling herself in a space that at least suits the kind of air that she's used to, even if it lacks the rambunctious noise of a busy night within seventh heaven, filled with the locals piling in for their nightly drinks.

she's turned back to the bottles as rufus steps away, distracting herself with the labels once more to make calculations in her head about which ones to mix, when his question catches her attention and she stills, gaze unfocusing from the bottle in front of her, feeling the threat of tension working its way back into her muscles.

of course he'd ask eventually. she just hadn't been sure if she'd really be prepared for an answer. ]


To be honest ... I'm not really sure. [ she doesn't turn to look at him, busying herself instead with the shelves, finding it easier this way. ] It's not like I'm here to make any kind of extended deal or anything. And I won't lie, I still have my doubts about ... you. [ it's not spoken with any sort of malice, but the honesty is there, to him, just as it is a reminder to herself. ] But β€” well, you said before you wanted to give me an opportunity to get to know you, so ... so I'm here. And that's all I've really got right now.
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[personal profile] saults 2025-06-11 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ though she wishes he were someone different, she imagines that if he were, this really wouldn’t be as complicated as this. because who more than the very president of the company that’s long since controlled all the tides of her life would be as difficult to endure as company? maybe it’s worse because rufus isn’t necessarily downright cruel in the way he presents himself. not that she’s finding reasons to like him, really, but … being around him hasn’t been so much of a punishment per se, either. it’s almost more infuriating because of it.

taking a few bottles in hand by their necks, she brings them to arrange over on the counter, lining them up to consider in her head how she intends to mix them. ]


Yeah, you could probably use some pointers.

[ then again, she wonders how someone who doesn’t know him would regard him, considering her own tension comes from so much that’s been carried since before they’d even met.

her fingers pause in opening up a bottle at the mention of her mother. she’s quiet for a moment before answering with a small shake of her head. ]


No, not off-limits. Just … well, she died when I was really young. She’d been sick and it hit me pretty hard when I lost her. [ she’s caught staring at her hands for a moment before lifting her head and putting on a small smile. ] But she was the most beautiful person I ever knew, inside and out. She taught how to play piano before she passed, and so I kept that up to try to hold onto her.

[ she turns, distracting herself again by looking around for glasses. ]

You know, with all that the world’s talked about you and your father, I never heard anything about your mother. What happened to her?