[After splashing cold water in his face and taking a few minutes to himself, Eustace is able to at least clear his mind a bit as he hoped he would. The dream... All it really did was once again remind him of his fears, of the uncertainties and realities of their situation.
It's nothing new.
Each time it comes up it's painful, but surely it's about time that he learns to "brush it off" a little more easily. Hadn't he done so before? Lock unnecessary worries and unwanted feelings so he can continue to move forward? So what if what they have right now can only exist in a dream—it's better than not having it at all, isn't it? It's natural to feel greedy for more, but he knows his limits. Knows their reality.
So he doesn't need to be shaken up so much by this anymore.
...That's what he tells himself, anyway. But he's only human and his once locked heart is once more awakened and vulnerable to these kinds of pains and griefs that he had tried to shield himself from before.
After taking several steadying breaths, he shakes his head to shake away the voice and the heavy dread that still grips his shaken heart before he looks up at himself in the mirror—and flinches when he feels a sharp sting on his shoulder. Idly he rubs it, frowning a bit and wondering if he somehow pulled something, but then stiffens when he sees the faint traces of black ice frosting over it. It's then that he remembers it's the exact same place he had been directly hit back in the moonscape.
...Is it still there? Did he accumulate more nightmare energy because of his dream?
Quickly he grips the spot and focuses on all the love and happiness he's had with Tifa, and slowly that warmth melts the frost so that it's gone...but he can still feel a dull ache. Wiping his face, he purses his lips as he quickly tries to regain his thoughts. He can't let this progress any further than it has. Can't let this get to him.
After taking several more breaths he steps out of the bathroom and quickly dresses before stepping out and heading towards the kitchen. And seeing Tifa there cutting up and packing the fruits is what instantly calms him. Instantly banishes those troublesome thoughts that are only getting to him because he was in a vulnerable state.
He's stronger than that. He can deal with it. For her. For them.
Without bothering to hide his footsteps, he approaches behind her and wraps his arms around her waist, his lips immediately fall onto her neck as he hugs her close.]
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It's nothing new.
Each time it comes up it's painful, but surely it's about time that he learns to "brush it off" a little more easily. Hadn't he done so before? Lock unnecessary worries and unwanted feelings so he can continue to move forward? So what if what they have right now can only exist in a dream—it's better than not having it at all, isn't it? It's natural to feel greedy for more, but he knows his limits. Knows their reality.
So he doesn't need to be shaken up so much by this anymore.
...That's what he tells himself, anyway. But he's only human and his once locked heart is once more awakened and vulnerable to these kinds of pains and griefs that he had tried to shield himself from before.
After taking several steadying breaths, he shakes his head to shake away the voice and the heavy dread that still grips his shaken heart before he looks up at himself in the mirror—and flinches when he feels a sharp sting on his shoulder. Idly he rubs it, frowning a bit and wondering if he somehow pulled something, but then stiffens when he sees the faint traces of black ice frosting over it. It's then that he remembers it's the exact same place he had been directly hit back in the moonscape.
...Is it still there? Did he accumulate more nightmare energy because of his dream?
Quickly he grips the spot and focuses on all the love and happiness he's had with Tifa, and slowly that warmth melts the frost so that it's gone...but he can still feel a dull ache. Wiping his face, he purses his lips as he quickly tries to regain his thoughts. He can't let this progress any further than it has. Can't let this get to him.
After taking several more breaths he steps out of the bathroom and quickly dresses before stepping out and heading towards the kitchen. And seeing Tifa there cutting up and packing the fruits is what instantly calms him. Instantly banishes those troublesome thoughts that are only getting to him because he was in a vulnerable state.
He's stronger than that. He can deal with it. For her. For them.
Without bothering to hide his footsteps, he approaches behind her and wraps his arms around her waist, his lips immediately fall onto her neck as he hugs her close.]
...Better.
[Now that he's with her again.]