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[fantasizes]

[ in one of the many rooms of the dressing room, it leads to a hangar for beautiful airships. in front of one of them was a brunette woman in a long white coat, a hand reaching out to touch the metal — with the stairs activated, all it takes is a little exploration to learn more. small hand injury or not, it feels... strangely familiar.

miss shera still thinks she's in radiant garden. ]

This is beautiful. [ she tells herself — and wonders how cid would react to it. ]

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Cid you so eloquent

[censoredpilot]

[He's been around the DR long enough that he's pretty acquainted with the vast array of airplanes, airships, engines and similarly cool toys around for him to play with.

It ain't the ship he's reacting to. It's been a long time since he last saw her.

And he just dropped his fresh hot cup of tea.]

Fuck.

shooshpaps

[fantasizes]

[ the loud crash of the cup and platter along with the splash of tea alerts her immediately. did she step on toes, is she trespassing...? because if she is, there's no notice to keep out; she's one of the garden's top mechanics, sometimes she can't help herself.

... ah. ]

Is something wrong, Captain?

[ old habits die hard. she walks towards him, sliding a handkerchief out of her pocket to clean that up. ]

No Luxord, you are not Cid no matter what fandom says.

[censoredpilot]

[Yeah, he's going to put a stop to that.

When she gets close he just grabs her and pulls her into a hug because shit, woman, he hasn't seen you in almost two and a half years.]

No, fuck, nothin', ain't nothing wrong.

shut up and wear an org coat

[fantasizes]

[ how... curious, but her arms wrap around him just as tight to support the captain. of course something is wrong, she thinks, which is all the more reason why she's going to support him, help him — her husband.

she doesn't speak for three seconds, but neither does she let go. whatever is off, she wants to fix it. ]

But, you've dropped your tea.

[ that's proof enough — she doesn't need to elaborate more, for now. he wouldn't like that. ]

Cid...?

only if he never finds out what happens to the Garden

[censoredpilot]

Doesn't matter. [Tea later, only feels now.]

Shit, I...

Shera... Fuck. [God, Cid, so fucking eloquent.]

It's been so fucking long.

wait til i canon update shera one day hurhur

[fantasizes]

[ this is confusing, she believes so far, but as long as this makes him feel better it's okay. she wants clarification, but she has her priorities. ]

........ Everything will be fine now. You can tell me.

[ she leans back slightly, only to face him with one of her usual smiles. it's okay. ]

there will be all the crais

[censoredpilot]

Haven't seen you in years.

[lernaean]

[Hey. Hey. Hey. Tiny gibbering thing. Shhhhhhhhhhhhh. The Hydra has been busy pre-gaming for Bacchanalia. This was the quietest spot it could find to lay down and die and you are ruining the atmosphere by talking too friggin' loud. Knock that off. This is a cease-and-desist snarl.]

lacking a shocked icon...!!

[fantasizes]

[ w..........hy does it exist. her heart races quickly, she is scared and shocked and where did it come from. also, it is quite rude as well!! ]

What... What is that?!

[lernaean]

[OH MY GODS. WHY ARE YOU EXISTING? TO MAKE MY NINE SKULLS HURT? BECAUSE IF SO, LIKE, NICE WORK.

Deploying a kill-me-nooowwwwwww screech and a tail-thump.]