Comments | the_love_hotel: no event | "...you say that things change, my dear"

dolphins_cries in the_love_hotel

no event | "...you say that things change, my dear" | slow-burn aphro

Jul 08, 2011 07:50

Snow can wait
I forgot my mittens
Wipe my nose
Get my new boots on
I get a little warm in my heart
When I think of winter
I put my hand in my father's glove...

Tifa was sitting down at the baby grand piano, her fingers dancing upon the keys as the melodic music of the instrument and her voice filled the small hall. A hundred empty seats were her only ( Read more... )

pairing: f/m, series: final fantasy vii compilation

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fabscarf July 9 2011, 00:54:42 UTC

"Hey." Luka waves at her, a little awkwardly. His camera is hanging around his neck, though he had initially come in here to take pictures of the architecture for an article he was working on. He just hadn't expected such a beautiful woman to appear before him!

He also didn't expect her to be crying, which is why he's scaled back on the sleazy flirting for once. "Are you alright? It's not right for a beautiful lady to cry."

dolphins_cries July 9 2011, 01:18:25 UTC

Tifa smiled softly as she wiped away the last of her tears. Nodding her head, she smiled at the man who was standing in the first row.

Gently, she turned so that she was sitting sideways, her fingers lightly dancing upon the keys as she looked at him.

"I'm fine," she said softly and blushed a little at his compliment.

fabscarf July 9 2011, 02:35:22 UTC

"Good." Luka shot her a winning smile, then took a few steps towards the stage. "With the way you play that piano, you must really be a professional. I couldn't help but stop and listen to it."

He leaned against the steps leading up to the stage, resting his elbow on the stage proper. "What's your name?"

dolphins_cries July 9 2011, 02:48:46 UTC

Tifa lowered her head and felt a blush coming on as he smiled and complimented her piano skills. "I don't play professionally," she said softly, "it's something I do when I need to cope."

"Tifa. You?"

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likes_to_learn July 9 2011, 22:54:11 UTC

He'd never heard music so pretty before. He'd wandered in silently, shutting off his lung functions so as to make even fewer sounds. He listened, enthralled, but it was only when she noticed him that he allowed himself to breathe, to seem more human-like.

He approached her then. "Hello." He probably looked like a miniature-turk, what with the suit he wore. If not for the visible indent lines along his jaw, and the ball joints at his fingers and wrists (among other places) he looked like a human teenager. However, his flesh was cold - around 60 degrees Fahrenheit, actually.

"I do not think I have ever heard anything like that. Where did you learn to play?"

{CR is fine, though he won't say no to any, erm, curiosities about his body. He's more than used to them, and in the canon that his "kind" is from, they're used for less-than-noble things no matter their visible age.}}

dolphins_cries July 9 2011, 23:46:45 UTC

"My mother taught me," she said. Tifa remembered all those days after school where her mother would sit her down and begin her lessons. She smiled wistfully at the thought of how she used to put up a fuss at not wanting to practice, but rather go outside and play with her friends.

Thinking about it now, Tifa realised that her mother had begun teaching her discipline even before her training Zangan.

"I wrote it for my father," she said after a while. Tifa had taken notice of his appearance, squinting to make sure she actually saw right. Were those ball-joints on his fingers and arms?

"...who are you?"

likes_to_learn July 9 2011, 23:54:48 UTC

He noticed her squinting, and absently fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket. "I was named Ryota." He peered at her, and then continued, "I'm a living doll."

He then smiled. "Your parents taught you well, then." He could see the love that she had for them, even though he had no actual parents, himself.

dolphins_cries July 10 2011, 00:35:11 UTC

Tifa realised that her squinting must have been uncomfortable for him. With her head bowed some, she apologized softly.

A living doll...? "Nice to meet you, Ryota. I'm Tifa," she said with a smile.

She smiled softly at his comment; they had taught her well, and she found herself wishing that they were still alive so they could finish what they started. "Thank you."

Did living dolls have parents too? Or at least owners -- perhaps an owner could be considered a parent. She felt uncomfortable asking such a question.

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