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エアリス・ゲインズブール

gardenerangelofgaia:

I’M MOVING. Goodbye to the living Aerith I’ve been playing for one year here and I’ll play post-death verse there. The new blog is semi-private due to my activity in real life that I can’t be more active like before, so I limit the thread I have there,

But there are few threads I still wanna keep and continue here that means I’ve dropped the rest as I move. They are threads with:

carnationfloral: "Don’t leave me."

makoeyedsoldier:

Send me one to see how my muse reacts

Gripping leather digits tightly into fists he kept his gaze low. His back was facing her now but he knew she must have been staring at him. Inhaling slowly he turned forcing himself to face her, the furrow of her brows and the sadness in her gaze ripping his heart from his chest. ” I..” What do you say Zack? I want to stay, more than anything, I always want to stay Aeris, you know if I had the choice I would. "I can’t." Was all he could muster. She seemed like she wanted to move towards him, and he would have gladly taken in the affection, though she stayed motionless her legs hanging off the edge of the bed as he just watched her.

The longer he stood there the more it hurt. It’s been a year now. I have been gone a year.. Unable to keep her gaze any longer he quickly averted his own before responding to her stare. His words hand’t been enough of an answer for her, he understood it though. Had it been him he wouldn’t have just stood for that either.

“This is no place for the dead…”

Swallowing the rock in his throat the pained expression deepened over his features,” I don’t have purpose here anymore…” Turning away from her he quickly spat the words out, it obvious he didn’t mean them. ” I want you to forget about me! Just move on…You can’t keep living in the past…I am not coming back..” 

No matter how badly I want to. Tears began to stream his cheeks his back still facing the flower. “You just…I want…more than anything for you to be happy…” Feeling her arms wrap around him he lowered his head his composure faltering. He couldn’t say anything more the only noises leaving his chest being cries of sorrow. 

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You have to forget about me.

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エアリス・ゲインズブール

I’M MOVING. Goodbye to the living Aerith I’ve been playing for one year here and I’ll play post-death verse there. The new blog is semi-private due to my activity in real life that I can’t be more active like before, so I limit the thread I have there,

But there are few threads I still wanna keep and continue here that means I’ve dropped the rest as I move. They are threads with:

crescenthana:

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don’t take them without her permission, pls~

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The Flowergirl and the SOLDIER ǀǀ Aer/Seph - AU

ask-sephiroth-and-remnants:

Sephiroth made an expression as if he were in deep thought for a moment, touching his finger to his bottom lip. He looked up at her, his eyes uncharacteristically playful. He couldn’t help it; it was just something being around her did to him.

"Hm… I’m good at keeping secrets, so no one would ever know," he told her, his deep voice assuring but hinting at lighthearted and sweet.

"Really?"

A little doubtful but still in playful manner. She could say if she didn’t know anything about how growing the flowers in magical sense to make it bloom in the slum. It just happened—like a given by God, that she was just gardener who’s tending the flowers normally. That’s all. But it seemed likely, that a more logical answer she kept it secretly was because she’s blessed a Cetra heritage from her mother… though, she still didn’t find it out what it’s like. A Cetra power, huh?

And speaking of Cetra, she was hiding from Shin-Ra. And the silver haired-man was working for that corporation. Nevertheless, Aerith wasn’t sure all Shin-Ra workers—especially SOLDIER, were told about President’s Promised Land he wanted The Cetra to discover it. Any information about her was secret file. Yes, it’s a secret. She didn’t lie literally. But, must she tell him about it? About a white materia she saved on her pink bow?

"Well, that’s a good sign," she chimed, finger intertwined each other. "But for trusting a person, it better begin with telling me your name first. By the way, I’m Aerith." 

lynnearah:

Aeris - Memory by noridomotomiriki

amagiyukiko:

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Hahaha, iya sih.. mungkin karena lagi PMS aja jadi semua terasa buruk.. *sigh*

Tersenyum memang lebih baik daripada merasa tersiksa seperti ini..

Out of Garden: Kadang sebuah senyum akan terasa palsu dan pura-pura saat kamu memaksakannya. Tapi ada senyum lain yg lebih berarti, yaitu ketika kamu tulus dan berkata “Oh, aku bisa mengatasinya!”

Oalah, lagi sindrom PMS toh? Haha XD. Hari pertama kedua doang berarti.

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coeurpromesse:

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Catch A Glimpse (Part II)

She was wrong.
He didn’t really leave—not yet.

Aerith quit her rough steps as she got herself standing at the same patch, same point to look up the sky as the day when half of her soul was taken away. The only difference was there’s no rain glidding inside. It was not a damp day so she should’ve not mourned about something unhappen—it was happened but not that she’s ready to let go of him once again. Come and go, she knew she must’ve always prepared this.

His footfall was unheard but she was sure she senses heavy boots coming closer. Then something patted her shoulder and a warm air was breathing behind her neck. She just didn’t see him, didn’t talk to him. Yes, she desired this meeting but she’s afraid if she turned around, these tiny arms would never unleash the grip on his broad chest…. and a happy—silly tear would be shed in front of him. She’d like to appear strong.

But always, one phrase could calm her unsteadiness down. At least, just one word… let her listen to anything he speaks.

“Thank you, Ari…”
Finally, all the silence but his voice.

She took a deep inhale and then a smile now was forming on her delicate lips. Glad to know a little prayer she muttered was really conveyed, get through him. Though, it was far from what she hoped, for the holding little longer as his touch began to move away and fade. But still, somehow that was also enough. Enough to feel he’s on right there… answering her. And because that’s all of her feeling.

He’s always be a sweet memory she won’t ever forget.
And that’s why he’s one hundred irreplaceable.

From the first time until for now on, his existence will forever be in her heart.
And he’d never be gone.

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