[ Just before she lifts the lid on the box, Aerith lets her gaze flit upward to catch sight of Tseng looking on, attentive as ever, but in that new way that's blossomed to life in the space between them, the product shared warmth and the abandonment of once thickly drawn lines that kept them apart.
This gift isn't from Shinra, it's from him, and thinking about that makes her heart race. Her smile turns almost bashful as she looks from him to the box again, finally peering inside.
Color spreads across the apples of her cheeks almost as instantly as her eyes grow wide in delighted surprise. She wastes no time, lifting the bracelet out of the box before she absently sets the container aside, freeing up her other hand to slide the jewelry onto her wrist. ]
I'll never take it off. [ Still blushing, she looks at him again, one hand still almost protectively covering the bracelet where it hangs on her wrist. ]
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This gift isn't from Shinra, it's from him, and thinking about that makes her heart race. Her smile turns almost bashful as she looks from him to the box again, finally peering inside.
Color spreads across the apples of her cheeks almost as instantly as her eyes grow wide in delighted surprise. She wastes no time, lifting the bracelet out of the box before she absently sets the container aside, freeing up her other hand to slide the jewelry onto her wrist. ]
I'll never take it off. [ Still blushing, she looks at him again, one hand still almost protectively covering the bracelet where it hangs on her wrist. ]