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          ❛ you were. ❜ came her argument-- not that it was presented as such, spoken in lighthearted tones and paired with small chuckles. ❛ i just don’t want you to feel sick after. ❜

          a soft hum, as she shifted her own gaze away. the dish once in her grip was set down into the ‘done’ pile, and she reached for the next utensil, resuming the task of cleaning once again. 

          ❛ -- you’ve got more deliveries to do this afternoon, right? i left everything you needed by the door. ❜ a nod this time, head motioning towards the area mentioned. ❛ do you think you’ll be back in time for dinner tonight? the kids were asking for you during it yesterday. ❜

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He’d glanced up about halfway through his meal to see Tifa was busy, so he’d allowed his guard to slip just a bit.  She didn’t normally engage him too much when she had her own things to do.  So when he heard her voice, he jumped in surprise just as she reached out to wipe at his face.

“…I wasn’t eating that fast,” he said, looking just a touch like a chided child.

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          riku wasn’t the first that leon had asked to help out with the building’s demolition. tifa knew how it went -- it was routine at this point; he’d ask someone to help for a short ‘fifteen minute task’, then let them work for as long as they could before they quit in a huff of anger & sweat. nevertheless, riku had been going strong so far, pushing himself for longer periods than the rest, and tifa couldn’t help but be the tiniest bit impressed.

          meanwhile, she’d been hammering away herself, living in a bit of a daydream as she worked. still, all action halted upon speech, the tool lowering from a position once raised high. their gazes met, crimson encountering sea green in newfound interest and piqued curiosity. 

          ❛ what? do you mean lifting the hammer? ❜ a soft chuckle left her lips. a moment was stolen to toss the object to dusted ground as well, brushing her hands off once it’d fallen. ❛ hmm. i guess i’m just used to lifting heavy things-- this isn’t that bad for me. you looked like you were handling it pretty well, though. ❜

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   Wʜᴀᴛ Lᴇᴏɴ ʜᴀᴅ sᴀɪᴅ would be a ‘fifteen minute job’ now has Riku entering his second hour of labor. Knocking out walls and windows in some historical building the Committee decided to gut out entirely and turn into a new City Hall. Swinging a sledgehammer is nothing like swinging a Keyblade. It might not be as hefty or unwieldy as Braveheart, but the work is redundant without the visual interest of different-colored Heartless or the very real threat of death looming over your head to keep you on your toes.

   He drops the hammer to the debris-covered ground with a hefty sigh. All his muscles are screaming angrily at him, the spiteful burn of nerve endings all lighting up at once in perfect synchronicity. Punished by his own furious body.

   Riku’s eyes find Tifa, still going strong (or appearing to, anyway) and his jaw goes slack in disbelief. “I don’t get it,” he says, after a few moments of silent staring. His voice echoes in the slowly emptying space. “How do you do that?”

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let me see.

solitude of prime numbers.

          ❛ it’s really nothing. just a scratch. ❜ still, she yielded to the request. lifting crimson stained digits from where they’d been pressed against the opposite arm, she raised the limb towards the other in a sort of half-assed offering. it was more than just a scratch, and this fact was evident for any to see. despite her prowess in battle, mistakes and attacks upon her form could occur. the brawler was no god; she was susceptible to injury as any (and lord, did this one hurt, despite how hard she feigned the face of neutrality, of pretending to be okay.)

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          the request, paired with the simple appearance of the other, was met with a cocked brow. the stranger’s attire and manner of speaking alike existed as enough of an informer; this woman was not from in town, was she? nevertheless, tifa beamed at the blonde. though the brawler was not one who lived within pride, she did take some in her bar. she worked hard on keeping it running, after all!

           ❛ thank you! we try our best. ❜ a soft chuckle, and she reached below the counter, pulling up a menu hidden beneath. she slid the laminated sheet across the wood, simple options of dishes & drinks listed across the page. as they served primarily alcohol, their meal selection was sparse, to say the least. ❛ we don’t have that many food options, i’m sorry. but-- ❜ she liberally placed a digit upon one of the sections, as if to point it out, ❛--  i assure you that our sandwiches make up for it. ❜

          this time, she winked. a playful action, as she leaned back some. ❛ let me know when you’re ready to order. ❜

“ I was curious if you had food on your menu? I’m not one for alcohol but I’d love to give this place a try since I’ve heard from the many I see that this is quite the place. And may I say it seems so welcoming? I’m not at all surprised by the words I hear about this place now. ”

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          ❛ you’re worried, ❜ she said again, as if repeating the words would further push the fact. ❛ don’t think you can fool me so easily. i can see right through the act. ❜ her tone was one of warning, though there was an abundant lack of real threat behind its implications. she couldn’t do much, in reality. he was like this more than not these days, and all she could really do was prod. 

          gloved palms planted upon the sides of her waist, physique leaning slight towards her friend. a thin brow raised up in scrutiny at his twitching lip -- she could credit him for trying, at least -- irritation let out in a sigh. prior lamenting was continued without missing another beat.

          ❛ i don’t get why you’re being so fussy. is it really such a big deal if i come with? ❜

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          a reasonable question, one she’d often mulled over herself. and yet, it was not one to which she held an answer. tifa had her own hidden desires, that much was true-- her secret wishes being simple, only craving a life of normalcy. but in a life full of seemingly limitless possibilities, could obscured thoughts ever turn to reality? somehow, she doubted it. (life was never quite that fair, not to her.)

          with a soft hum, she squatted down in front of marlene, raising one hand and gently shifting soft locks out of the young girl’s face. response was laced with carefully chosen words, a soft smile present as she spoke. tifa’s doubts had no place in the child’s mind, and so she shoved them aside. 

          ❛ it’s hard to say. i’ll still be here with you, though. not to worry. ❜

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          ❛what happens after?❜ her cup of juice was set down on the floor beside her. short brunette strands brushed against her cheek as her head tilted to the side while curious brown eyes lifted to look up at the barmaid. her father tried his best to explain things. tifa did as well. explain why they were gone. why they were fighting. what was the goal. what was to be gained by it all, but…they told her the after. not really. 

          ❛what’r you and papa gonna do once the planet’s saved?❜

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“ though you might just want to keep them safe, shutting them out of your life only hurts them more. “

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          ❛ you say that as if you’re speaking from experience. ❜ she could not help but note– though the man’s history, similar or not, did not alter the truth embedded in his words. he was right. she was all too aware of her errors, of her flaws, of all the negatives she much preferred to keep ignored. 

          still, what other options did she have? she didn’t intended to play games of push and pull, only to protect those she cared about. her intentions were good. and so, she’d make this sacrifice. she’d be her own damn ruin if it meant keeping those she endeared safe. 

          ❛ i’m just trying to do what’s right. ❜ continued speech, former hesitance replaced by faint determination. ❛ they’ll understand why, one day. ❜ but would they, really?

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[ clean ] your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek

non-sexual acts of dominance.

          tifa wouldn’t label herself as a homemaker, not quite. she didn’t think she necessarily fit the type, at least not in her humble opinion– and yet, she’d still embodied most of the roles the title implied. preparing meals was one of the many chores she’d taken upon herself, her cooking skill refined with each dish served. it was one of the tasks she enjoyed the most; an odd sense of pride filling her heart each time she watched one of her friends or the children take a bite, features beaming with unsaid appreciation & joy. 

          though cloud was not necessarily one to provide such expressive responses, she was no stranger to rare signs of obscured enjoyment he would elicit. he had a habit of eating quick when it was one of his favourites, a habit she’d picked up upon one of the first times she’d cooked for him (though not one she’d ever stated out loud, keeping this recognition as her own little secret). the sight was especially present with today’s meal of choice, a dish with rice & meat. 

          nevertheless, as she worked the bar, cleaning the cutlery & dishes used for the meal, she’d kept on eye on him as he wolfed it all down. keen ruby hues noticed bits of sauce smudged against the corners of his lip, smearing slightly upwards upon his cheek. with a laugh, she’d settled the plate & towel within her grip back onto the counter, leaning towards him with a single hand outstretched.

          ❛ you’ve got something on your face. ❜ optics squinting in concentration, she cupped his cheek, using a thumb to clear away the smudge. the same motions a mother would do to a child. when she was done, she’d pulled back with a look of satisfaction, quick to resume her previous task of washing up. 

          ❛ try eating more slowly, hm? ❜ she jested, whispers of a smile lifting corners of lips. ❛ the food’s not gonna run away, i promise you. ❜ 

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[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

non-sexual acts of dominance. 

          ❛ i don’t know what you want, ❜ came her tirade, jabbing an accusatory digit towards the cloaked figure, ❛ but i don’t care. ❜ they’d been mocking not her, but the spiky haired youth she’d befriended – far from light hearted jests directed at his skills (or lack thereof, according to them), & at other things she didn’t even comprehend. in response, she’d found herself stepping in herself, opting for a defensive stance as she taunted the stranger right back. she was ever at the ready, one arm reached out as if to protect him, feet planted in position to fight if needed.

          ❛ sora is braver than any of you could ever wish to be. so go ahead, run away like you creeps always do… before i give you a piece of my mind, instead. ❜ 

          with a laugh, the figure had disappeared into a whirl of darkness; to which tifa could only breathe out a sign of relief. what a pain. palms now fell from raised position, instead choosing to grasp her hips, as she turned back to peer at the boy lingering behind. 

          ❛ you okay? ❜

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          the beast she’d encountered in battle, though large in size, had not proven to be too difficult. its proportions prevented the enemy from moving with ease, and it allowed her to take advantage of its weaknesses; her own agility letting her hit its blind spots before it could get the chance to shift (or even react), knuckles and the soles of her feet planting upon its skin with repeated fortitude.

          still-- that didn’t mean she wasn’t tired, at least a bit. the enemy, despite the simplicity of landing a strike, seemed to have a large bout of health. she’d lost track of how long she’d been battling the beast, her only knowledge being that it was much lengthier than preferred. yet, as if the gods had heard her silent complaints, they’d offered the blessings in the form of bright lights and sudden defeat -- the monster dropping to muddy ground before she could even fathom what had just occurred. 

          initial reactions to were left to confused blinks, simply staring at the stranger upon his materialisation. where did he even come from?

          ❛ -- i’m alright, don’t worry. i’m glad you stepped in, i was starting to think that fight would never end. ❜ a small laugh escaped her lips, head tilting some as she peered at him. even his attire was a odd, she couldn’t help but notice. ❛ what about you? are you okay? ❜

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        “Out of the way!” It’s a single warning as a bright flash of light burns in the sky for just a mere moment before springing toward the big brute with alarming speed. It speeds past the woman and through the chest of the beast that, with a loud roar of pain, falls onto its side in defeat. Moments later, the light is followed by a young man with long snow-white hair.

        “Are you okay? Were you hurt?” After giving her a quick look, Firion determines that she’s alright and heaves a sigh. “I’m sorry if I ended up ruining a moment of control, but I was worried that beast was going to hurt you badly, so I had to step in. I hope you don’t mind?”

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THE SOLITUDE OF PRIME NUMBERS | STARTERS send a prompt or send ✉ for a random starter. triggers apply.

why didn’t you tell me?

i don’t think it’s right.

it’s the only thing i know how to do.

mmm you really are hopeless.

did you hurt yourself?

it’s not like you can stop me.

so, i have to go away for a little while, okay?

i’m sorry i just turned up like this.

i’ve got one too, you know.

let’s go home and you can lie down for a bit.

i’ll go and get you some.

let me see.

you need to think about yourself now.

sorry i’m late.

you look tired, you should go to bed.

i’ll take you back later. now you need to rest.

so you saw the sunrise?

if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine.

we’re going to do a checkup.

you’re coming with us and that’s that.

i can’t get to sleep.

don’t you want it anymore?

i’ll be right there.

will you come into the other room with me?

i’m going to throw up.

do you really think i’m that stupid?

go away!

the usual crap.

children need time.

you have to see a doctor.

no, i’d just like a little water.

you always look stupid.

go on, or you’ll be late.

you really don’t know how to be happy, do you?

okay, but you’ve got to decide.

you’d rather pretend nothing is wrong, as if nothing strange were going on.

and do you like me?

i don’t have any secrets.

well done, you idiot.

you’ve got to get rid of it.

i’ve made up my mind.

music this loud gives me a headache.

but you’ve got to help me.

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i keep wanting to make blogs for so many diff characters hfkdfhdf *shoves all these muses back into the void*

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          absconding from battle was not a feat she much adored. a girl who’d always faced the beast -- the enemy, the fighter, whoever -- head on was not used to using her legs for something other than kicking her opponent down. yet, here she was, running away and jumping over obstacles, evading whatever they could. her and the other had only been recently joined as companions, though she’d been quick to learn that enemies came with greater ease to he than friendship ever did, or so it seemed. 

          they’d managed to turn a corner, to hide behind a wall; offering them but a moment’s respite. it was enough time for tifa to berate the other, voice hushed but harsh in tone. 

          ❛ we should be out there, fighting. not hiding away, like we’re playing a game of cat and mouse. ❜

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