Characters: OU!Aerith, OU!Cloud Where: Dor-Enas When: Early afternoon, Christmas day Summary: Aerith and Cloud exchange gifts Warnings: Aerith might get a little misty-eyed >.> <.<
Speaking of any minute, there he was! With a light knock upon her door, Cloud didn't bother to put the gift behind his back, idly holding it within his grasp as he waited. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, the blond wasn't quite sure how she would react to what he got her.
Couldn't he have gotten her a sweater or something? ...and yet at the same time, it would have been the first and only gift he had gotten her in the time he knew her. Back at home and here. She would know, one way or another, just how much she meant to him as much as everyone else he defended.
Aerith heard the knock on the door, and turned her head towards it, smiling to herself. "It's open Cloud!" she called, assuming that it couldn't be anyone else. She continued bustling around the kitchen, trying to find things to put into the water -- maybe some condensed soup? She would admit that she wasn't the greatest in the kitchen, cookies being her real specialty, but she hoped that this soup or whatever it was turning into, would be alright.
Cloud had no idea she was preparing anything; opening the door, he stepped inside, taking heed to wiping his boots clean at the entrance before wandering about to find her. His search led her to the kitchen where he simply waited, as a soft smile crossed his lips.
He'd never get used to the fact that Aerith was alive. Ever. But he didn't mind it, not one bit. He missed her far too much then he could admit.
Aerith grinned at Cloud over her shoulder, and reached into the fridge to look for vegetables. "Merry Christmas, Cloud," she said. "I'll be done in just a minute, sorry. I thought I might have more time," she began to chop up some carrots and celery, still not sure what she was doing, really. "I haven't really made much soup before, so I hope this turns out alright," she looked at him sheepishly.
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Couldn't he have gotten her a sweater or something? ...and yet at the same time, it would have been the first and only gift he had gotten her in the time he knew her. Back at home and here. She would know, one way or another, just how much she meant to him as much as everyone else he defended.
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He'd never get used to the fact that Aerith was alive. Ever. But he didn't mind it, not one bit. He missed her far too much then he could admit.
"Merry Christmas."
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