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TIP TOE THROUGH THE TULIPS--

Jan 23, 2011 20:14

Who: Ezio Auditore || Aerith Gainsborough
What: Going to chill at Aerith's Place of Solace.
Where: Uh...Aerith's place of Solace.
When: Daaaaaaaaay.
Warnings: Nooooooone.

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aerith gainsborough: final fantasy vii, *ezio auditore: assassin's creed

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holyprayers January 24 2011, 01:22:01 UTC

Aerith had been spending a lot of time at the church since she had found it. It was comforting to be back here even if she knew it was not the slums of Midgar.

Being alone though was hard. In such a familiar place, memories of those she had left behind at home were hard to hold back so they didn't overwhelm her. It would be good to have company of a new friend to spend some time with instead of letting herself sit alone.

She looked up when she heard his footsteps in the church and turned to give him a bright smile. Her own mask was laying on a pew nearby, it seemed silly to wear it inside. "Not at all! Come on in."

punchesbards January 24 2011, 01:34:14 UTC

He offered a small smile in return, setting his mask down beside hers on the pew as he passed it and then moving to finally join her. There was a long silence now that he actually got a good look at the floor, lifting a brow up and trying to comprehend how she even managed something like this. Why was everything in this city so strange?

"I have never seen anything like this." he looked over at her, "You must be very talented. But why in this church?" he crouched, propping his arms on his knees and looking the area over with a small sigh.

holyprayers January 24 2011, 01:42:44 UTC

"I found this place when I was younger and it was the only place under the Plate, in the slums, where anything grew at all," she knelt by him. "It took a long time to grow them but once I did, they flourished and I sold them to help make ends meet," she explained. "It's always been such a peaceful place for me..."

punchesbards January 24 2011, 01:48:44 UTC

The only place they would grow? There had to be more to that. "The plate?" the slums? Obviously these were places in her world that he knew nothing about. Italy never had things like that--well, they certainly had slums, but not below some strange plate. The image he was painting for himself was odd.

Slowly he reached his ungloved hand out, gently running the tips of his fingers along the petals of the flowers, "Do you intend to sell them here?" Well, that wouldn't accomplish much since money was more or less pointless here, wasn't it? Might as well ask anyway. "Or simply give them away to those that would like them?"

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