escordvi | closed 🌠⚡ how do we rewrite the stars...

[Throughout it all, although Eustace was looking around and engaging as she shops for herself and everyone, including himself, most of his attention is on her. Watching her expressions, listening to her comments and answer in turn, and noticing what she looks at or where her gazes linger. So not much will go by unnoticed as he notes what she ends up buying and what she passes on for the moment. Since they will be staying at least for the night, maybe they can come back tomorrow... Even spend another night if needed.

Carrying the bags, he looks at her and then up the road where more people are starting to move as well, likely others who are attending the time of their showing.]

Stay close... It's going to be more crowded.

Already planned on it.

[She walks a little closer as they head up the road, tucked at his side, her arm still around his while the other carries a small bag.]

Not as bad as it could be in Midgar sometimes.

How crowded did it get there?

Pretty crowded, especially around the stations at rush hour. Everyone coming back down to the slums and eager to head home for the night.

[She tilts her head and looks around.]

Depends on where you go, though. This place reminds me more of Wall Market than anything. Almost to a tee.

How so?

[Although they need to get to the show, they'll continue at a more leisurely pace, Eustace making sure to stay on the outside so that Tifa is protected and not bumped into.]

[They aren't in any rush. She's timed everything so that they won't be running around. Plus, there's a line to get in, and there are some performers dancing outside for them to watch for now.]

All the lights and music and sounds and smells. It was the entertainment district... and uh, had a few of the same kinds of places you find in the other part of this city. But they had shows and tons of places to eat, lots of hidden alcoves.

[A pause.]

I wasn't a fan of it, but it wasn't as nice as this.

[A low hum in understanding.]

There were some places in my world that were large cities and populated like this... But I didn't really frequent them so I can't say I know much more.

[He glances at her.]

Still, sounds like you passed through the area frequent enough.

[Teasing her.]

When you're trying to take down the big bad company, you kind of have to.

[She grins up at him.

Too bad he doesn't know the Corneo story yet. How she tried to sell herself as a bride to get vital information from him. Maybe one day.]

Gotta know all the ins and outs of the city. Why, you jealous?

[He will STARE AT HER SO HARD.]

No, just wondering what reason you'd have to through a place like this since you don't really seem the type.

Well, you see...

[Her finger taps against his arm playfully as they shuffle towards the front of the line, and with her other hand, Tifa motions for the tickets, which she'd conveniently given him earlier to put into his pocket—]

There's this guy that I really like, and I wanted to take him somewhere fun and different from the usual for a date.

[A low hum as he fishes for those tickets, prepared to give them once they reach their turn.]

There are still a lot of different options you could have taken... What made you decide here?

Here, as in the Naughtilust? Or the theatre?

[She nods in thanks to the ticket holder as they pass through the doors, entering the crowded lobby. It's small and a bit cramped, but it is decorated in a myriad of different things. Stained glass and silks, mosaics and paintings, even some artful graffiti. It's all completely mismatched, but she thinks that it adds more charm to it all, and she can't help but stop and stare for a moment, taking it all in.]

[The decor certainly suits a performance theatre quite well, and it's one Eustace himself has never really seen before. Every theatre he's been to was more of the traditional kind where everything was well kept and uniform. So he looks it all over in interest before they continue their way towards where their seats are.]

Naughtilust.

It's different.

[In some good ways and some... interesting ways, as her cheeks flush when she sees a pair of dancers dressed in flowy silks twirling around someone, one of her hands grazing the man's cheek while the other presses up to him from behind, others greeting people as they walk in through the doors. They, fortunately, manage to slip by to get to their seats, but Tifa does pause to admire the way that they move so fluidly and effortlessly.]

I'm on Elah all the time, and I know where everything is. It's kind of nice not knowing what I'm in for here. Get to discover it all with you instead.

[A quiet hum as they continue on, more silks and ribbons draped low from the ceiling as lights float around them rather than be attached to the walls or ceiling. As one floats by them, he raises a hand to lightly tap it back up.]

Fair enough. And the Naughtilust is also known for its entertainment. It's not a bad choice.

There are definitely some... more interesting things around here, too.

[She glances over her shoulder as they find their seats, making sure that none of the dancers are following. She's not sure how she would feel about someone draping silks around them.]

But I think I made a pretty good choice, too. [She draws her attention to the rest of the theatre now, eyes wide with wonder.] And managed to get great seats along with it, this is incredible...!

[Who knows, it may be worse and one of them is dragged up on the stage later instead—

But Eustace just nods as he looks around where they are.]

Roughly center and on a higher tier... You really did manage to get some of the best seats.

[With the height, they can actually see more of the stage and the dancers better than if they were closer to the front, making it easier to see over the rows ahead of them. Although they are close to the aisle...but that also makes it easier for them to get in and out easier, which for Eustace is more comforting.]

How long is the performance?

[She is still looking around, and her eyes go up to the ceiling, lips parting in a gasp at the paintings that cover it, all of them as mismatched but equally beautiful as the rest of it, when he asks his question.]

Oh. A little less than two hours, I think? So should be done at around eleven.

[Her cheeks flush, and she looks for something else that isn't him to stare at.]

Still plenty of time after, too...

[........Oho? There's a slight arch of the brow as he leans in closer.]

Plenty of time after?

[He has a good guess of what she might be implying, but he of course has to tease her first.]

[She could be implying a lot of things, and the way her cheeks turn pink says everything she doesn't.]

Mm-hm. If we wanna look around some more or something. They do say that this Leviathan never sleeps.

That's true, and they will probably have more interesting activities later in the night.

[He leans in a little closer, his voice is a low murmur.]

Just don't want you getting too tired too quickly.

[She stiffens, but only slightly, having fully expected him to lean in close, but he can probably feel the heat radiating off her when he speaks in her ear.]

Don't worry.

[There's the slightest turn of her head, bringing her lips inches from his.]

I've got plenty left in me.

[Her lashes flutter as the lights start to dim, and after she hitches in a breath, she turns to look at the stage.]

I think it's starting soon.

[There's just the quirk of his lips as his gaze will be enough of an answer to that before he hums.

And as he turns forward, the lights begin to dim, the chatter of the audience fading as everyone quickly find their seats or turn back around. Soon the music starts, the stage lights turn on, and the performance begins...]

[There's an orchestra that surprises her as the stage opens up—a small one set off to one side while the dancers take the other. The women are dressed in all black silks and linens, light fabrics that billow with very movement they make. The men in the same, though in far less. Except there are two that stand out among all the others, the woman in silver and the man in gold. There is an opera singer that sings the tale of two star-crossed lovers who couldn't be—a siren goddess of the night and a god of the land.

It is a sad yet provocative tale, the moon like a siren calling to her love over and over again and him following the sound of her voice, her drawing him in, and him being pulled under.

Partway through, Eustace will feel Tifa's hand slip into his, her fingers interlocking, but her gaze remains locked on the dancers at center stage, watching in awe at the way they move together, and it draws a flush into her cheeks.]

[When he feels her hand take his, he glances over and smiles as he first slips his hand away....

...

Only to slip that arm over her shoulders, pulling her in a little closer as his other hand will take hers, as if to replace the one she had tried to hold before.

But there is something about this play that...it's moving to be sure. Beautiful with the way the dancers move and act out their scenes. But the story itself, of star-crossed lovers somehow resonates within him. Is it because he is reminded of himself and Tifa? Of how they are from two different stars, and without this world they would never have met? Had he been caught in her song and pulled under?

Even if so, he had gone willingly.

Before his thoughts can wander further, the scenes change drastically, the music taking on an almost tribal war march as more aggressive forms of dance that are more gymnastic in style fly over the stage. The dancers represent the warriors of the sun who is trying to pull the land back away from the night. A jealous rival, one who has enjoyed basking the land with her warmth and does not wish to see the god of such precious land disappear into the waves of the night. A rage that scorches the land...]

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