[ Cloud trails off, his own gaze following her line of vision. It's strange, isn't it? When he poses a logical question, she looks at him with a tilt of her head and a quirk of the brow, all confusion and equal amounts of interest. No, she thinks to herself. That's mine. She's not sure how she knows it, but she does. Rather than explaining this, Aerith reaches over him, pressing her chest against his arm needlessly as she moves, to grab it.
Aerith slips her hand into the bangle. It glides onto her wrist easily, falling just past the protruding bone of her thin wrist, and suddenly it feels right. The world falls away for a moment as a sense of something banging on the door of her mind takes her over, brows pulled together suddenly by an invisible thread and her green eyes on the piece of jewelry. ]
Wha...
[ Her response goes clipped and fleeting, whispered away into the vociferous atmosphere of the pub. In her mind, suddenly, Aerith is watching another world uncurl itself from the deepest part of her mind, a folder of memories uncovered from the recycle bin. Cloud, on stage, spotlights on him in all colors. His back is limned in a cacophonous rainbow as a crowd cries out for more, more, more from the man in soldier fatigues. Dressed all in black, the man at her side moves in her memories with— confidence, like he knows the limits of his body and controls them with a finesse only afforded to someone who has struggled to learn them.
And Aerith, too, is in this crowd, enrobed in a flashy red dress, fists balled tightly in excitement as she cheers him on. They're doing something important... ]
— Woah.
[ Snap back to reality. Aerith's blinking, and the bracelet that had fit her wrist is gone now, like it's been deleted from the world. ]
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Aerith slips her hand into the bangle. It glides onto her wrist easily, falling just past the protruding bone of her thin wrist, and suddenly it feels right. The world falls away for a moment as a sense of something banging on the door of her mind takes her over, brows pulled together suddenly by an invisible thread and her green eyes on the piece of jewelry. ]
Wha...
[ Her response goes clipped and fleeting, whispered away into the vociferous atmosphere of the pub. In her mind, suddenly, Aerith is watching another world uncurl itself from the deepest part of her mind, a folder of memories uncovered from the recycle bin. Cloud, on stage, spotlights on him in all colors. His back is limned in a cacophonous rainbow as a crowd cries out for more, more, more from the man in soldier fatigues. Dressed all in black, the man at her side moves in her memories with— confidence, like he knows the limits of his body and controls them with a finesse only afforded to someone who has struggled to learn them.
And Aerith, too, is in this crowd, enrobed in a flashy red dress, fists balled tightly in excitement as she cheers him on. They're doing something important... ]
— Woah.
[ Snap back to reality. Aerith's blinking, and the bracelet that had fit her wrist is gone now, like it's been deleted from the world. ]
You can totally drive a crowd wild!