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queenofheartsrp2011-03-05 01:50 pm
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ღ fifth heart. ( action. locked to aqua. )
[Tifa's restless.
She's been this way for a while now--Sephiroth's arrival, even with the apparent timeline difference, has had her edgy and tense. But the restlessness today is different. Unusual. She's in a good mood. It's odd, considering the worries that have plagued her for the past few days, but she doesn't think much of it. More pressing is the restlessness, the warmth that moves through her and makes it hard to focus. She's swept the floor of the bar no less than five times, gone outside for a run near the lake and returned, and the feeling is still present. She leaves the door open after that, in the hopes that the breezy air will cool her down.
She ignores it, as best she can. If she admits it to herself, sexual frustration is nothing new to her. She brushes it off as a side-effect of being cooped up in this place for too long. Nothing odd has happened as of late, save the gift of chocolates, and she'd had those at least two days ago. So instead of dwelling on it, she decides to distract herself by practicing the piano. The music is soothing, and some of the tenseness leaves her shoulders and back as she plays through the song.]
She's been this way for a while now--Sephiroth's arrival, even with the apparent timeline difference, has had her edgy and tense. But the restlessness today is different. Unusual. She's in a good mood. It's odd, considering the worries that have plagued her for the past few days, but she doesn't think much of it. More pressing is the restlessness, the warmth that moves through her and makes it hard to focus. She's swept the floor of the bar no less than five times, gone outside for a run near the lake and returned, and the feeling is still present. She leaves the door open after that, in the hopes that the breezy air will cool her down.
She ignores it, as best she can. If she admits it to herself, sexual frustration is nothing new to her. She brushes it off as a side-effect of being cooped up in this place for too long. Nothing odd has happened as of late, save the gift of chocolates, and she'd had those at least two days ago. So instead of dwelling on it, she decides to distract herself by practicing the piano. The music is soothing, and some of the tenseness leaves her shoulders and back as she plays through the song.]