When he looks at me, the way he looks at me... He does not know, what I lack... Or - how - I am incomplete. He sees me, for what I - am, as I am. He's happy - to see me. Every time. Every day. Now, I can either save him... or let him die.
The shine on Tifa's eyes bruh
Alternative world (Werewolf)
There was a dark and starry night. One of those when the whole universe could be seen by anyone. No pollution, just the cold breeze and the quiet sound of the fireflies outside the wooden house in the middle of the forest.
There, a small fireplace warmed the living room, where both of them stood in silence.
Noctis, the black beast was standing up, looking at the flames with his torso at sight. A few meters away, Tifa, the mortal but beautiful girl was sat down on the sofa, gazing at her hands. None of them had talked for an hour, since he had woke up, healed from his injuries. The scars were still painted on his skin but Tifa knew they would eventually dissapeard. Just a big, significant one remained there, on his right shoulder blade. That one would never go away.
Noctis suddenly sighed and turned to stare at her "Say something" he hummed, losing the matter of time when the brunette lifted her head to stab her honey hues into his cold blue ones. Her cheeks were a bit pale just as her lips, which slowly parted "I don't know what you want me to say" she answered back, not being aware of the way he was looking at her mouth. The way she moved it to speak had always drove him crazy. In fact, anything from her had that power on him.
The ravenette swallowed down "I just want to hear your voice" he whispered. Tifa blinked two times fast while goosebumps invaded her body. Noctis wanted her to say something but he was the only one that could leave her out of words. That was why she shyly smiled and replied "I thought you hated talking to people". The werewolf lightly raised his brows and pressed his lips together "You are not people" he breathed out. Then a second silence took over between them. The craking of the wood into the fire was the only thing they heard apart from they crazy hearbeats. Tifa couldn't hear his' but he could listen to the way her muscle was bombing hard against her chest.
Noctis loved that rhythm. Fast or slow, it was music for his ears. He could identify that pace from millions of others... because his own heart always ended up beating at the same time.