[ Leaning into Mal's touch as the other woman works her fingers through her hair, Aerith smiles, doing her best to mask how strangely the question sits with her.
Her time in captivity as a lab specimen hasn't come up with Mal yet, and while she isn't exactly hiding it from her, Aerith isn't going to bring it up if she doesn't have to. This is already shaping up to be a perfect afternoon, there's no reason to ruin that. ]
The first time I got to go to the house I lived in now, I was so happy. Seeing all those flowers was like walking into a room full of good friends.
[ As she speaks she lets her fingers trail along Mal's arm, touching for the sake of touching her. ]
[She can sense that, the momentarily different note to the song - but it's for later, for sure. It's not like she's shared much of her own past, either. Who she had been made to be.]
I...really like them. Where I grew up, it was...well, it was a city that covered a whole moon. There was no bare ground, let alone gardens. Just...streets and buildings all the way up, all the way down.
I was a teenager before I knew what it felt like to walk on mud or dirt, even.
[She's more than happy at the touch, though, allowing that much in the way of detail out.]
[Which, really, is a bit of a shock to her - she hadn't imagined that Aerith had grown up like her in many ways. She's so...composed, so beautiful but...hadn't there always been stories, about beautiful flowers thriving with just a tiny bit of sunlight, down through the city spires?]
[She's more impressive and...miraculous than Mal had thought, really, and her smile reflects that, a little bit.]
I will, gleefully, get down in the dirt with you. I am looking forward to it. I have absolutely no idea what to do, but...yeah.
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Her time in captivity as a lab specimen hasn't come up with Mal yet, and while she isn't exactly hiding it from her, Aerith isn't going to bring it up if she doesn't have to. This is already shaping up to be a perfect afternoon, there's no reason to ruin that. ]
The first time I got to go to the house I lived in now, I was so happy. Seeing all those flowers was like walking into a room full of good friends.
[ As she speaks she lets her fingers trail along Mal's arm, touching for the sake of touching her. ]
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I...really like them. Where I grew up, it was...well, it was a city that covered a whole moon. There was no bare ground, let alone gardens. Just...streets and buildings all the way up, all the way down.
I was a teenager before I knew what it felt like to walk on mud or dirt, even.
[She's more than happy at the touch, though, allowing that much in the way of detail out.]
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The garden at my house is the first and only one like it I've seen. Otherwise, we grew up pretty much the same - surrounded by city.
[ Or in Aerith's case, the labyrinthine slums forever in the shadow of Midgar's overhanging plates. ]
If you like mud and dirt, you're definitely going to have to come over and help me sometime.
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[She's more impressive and...miraculous than Mal had thought, really, and her smile reflects that, a little bit.]
I will, gleefully, get down in the dirt with you. I am looking forward to it. I have absolutely no idea what to do, but...yeah.