closed 🌠⚡ only you can be my light

[starshower]

Who: Eustace & Tifa Lockhart.
Status: Closed.
Where: Eltrut.
What: Eustace and Tifa paint the town ROYGBIV.
Warnings: idk more fluff??

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[starshower]

Of where to stay?

[A shake of her head and a shrug of her shoulders.]

Not really. Someplace nice? And some thicker walls would be good... I-I mean, because of what happened last time!

[flamekthunder]

[There's a slight arch of the brow before there's an almost wicked, wolfish grin as he leans down closer to her, his body completely overshadowing her as he speaks lowly.]

So we don't hear others or... They don't hear us?

[starshower]

[That almost makes her mess up the streak that she's painting, a line of blue going up into the green when she feels the heat of his body loom over her. She should have expected it, and a part of her did, which is why she said that and yet, he still found a way...!

She responds at first with a soft clearing of her throat, and pretends that didn't just happen.]

Hm... a little bit of both?

[In spite of her efforts to keep her voice steady, she fails.]

... It's not that loud, is it?

[Wait no, she's totally going to regret saying that—]

[flamekthunder]

[That smirk deepens.]

Not sure...might have to try again to see. But even if it's not...

[With a movement as if he's bringing the paintbrush down, it actually brings him right down to her head and his lips are now by her ear as he speaks quiet and low against it.]

I'll make it so.

[starshower]

[With him this close now, right near her ear and against her back, he'll no doubt feel her body stiffen at the contact and see the goosebumps that prickle the skin along the back of her neck. Terrible day to have put her hair up into a ponytail...

And when she speaks, she doesn't mean to sound so breathless.]

... That sounds like a challenge.

[flamekthunder]

Thought you liked those.

[starshower]

I never said I didn't, did I?

[She tries so very hard to focus on the paint, but with him so close, he makes it difficult for her. She has one colour left...! And so she'll do a quick streak of purple before he does something else—

So with that done...]

There. All finished!

[Just going to pretend that her cheeks aren't burning.]

[flamekthunder]

[He just watches her before she'll feel that breath of laughter against her before he sneaks a kiss on her cheek, as if a reward before straightening back up.]

Looks good.

[Both the painting and her own expression.]

[starshower]

[She would have gone for a full kiss if he hadn't gotten up, so when he stands, she's halfway to turning around to meet his lips before she awkwardly blinks at his leg instead of his face.]

Does it really?

[She raises a hand, searching for his to use to pull herself up. Not that she needs it, but it's a good excuse to take it.]

Messed up a little at the end...

[flamekthunder]

[And that is exactly why he snuck away—

Seeing her reach up, he'll take her hand to help her up, but doesn't let it go. Instead he'll hold her close against him.]

Got distracted?

[BULLY.]

[starshower]

[THE BIGGEST BULLY.]

Mm-hm. No thanks to you.

[She slides up to him, her arms slipping around his waist when he holds her closer, and as she rests her head against his chest, she looks at the finished mural.]

... But even with the distractions, I'd say we did a good job. Perfect, even.

[flamekthunder]

[His arm tightens a little around her, a soft, warm smile forming.]

Almost... It's missing one thing.

A signature.

[starshower]

Signature?

[The smile on her face breaks her surprise.]

Should we write our names, or... leave handprints?

[flamekthunder]

Depends on if you want to keep it mysterious. Initials could also work, or a combination of the two.

[starshower]

Oh. Initials would be good.

[With a little squeeze of her arms around him first, she lets go so that she can kneel down and pick out a colour. She dabs her fingers in the red.]

Let's do that, and then we can leave handprints beside them.

[And she'll approach the wall, scrawling a T.L. next to the rabbit and the wolf.]

You should put yours under mine.

[He can probably guess what she's going to do with them—]

[flamekthunder]

[He does have a suspicion, but he'll do as she asks, putting just a simple "E" beneath hers.]

And then?

[starshower]

And theeeennn...

[Her voice trails off as she leans down, dipping her finger into the red, and then white so that she makes pink...]

We do this.

[She draws a heart with the paint around their initials, and steps back to admire her handiwork.]

Well?

[flamekthunder]

[He chuckles as she did exactly as he expected.]

It's perfect.

[starshower]

Mm... It is.

[She steps up beside him again, and her arms immediately wrap around him so that she can shuffle them both a little further back together to get a better look at the whole thing. And as her eyes scan the mural, her expression warms along with this fluttery feeling in her chest.]

All of it is. I'd say for us not being pros, we did a pretty good job.

[flamekthunder]

I have to agree with that. It's a lot better than I expected.

[A teasing smile before an idea comes to mind.]

We should take a picture of it.

[Eventually these murals will be washed away, so might as well make a memento of it.]

[starshower]

Of it... and with it, I think you mean.

[She's already pulling her phone out of her back pocket, and she wipes her paint-covered fingers on her apron first.]

We can ask the shop owners if they can take a few for us?

[flamekthunder]

I do, and sure. I'll run in and ask.

[starshower]

[Meanwhile, Tifa gives a nod and steps away from him and back a few more steps so that she can start taking some photos of the mural itself first, and then moving in to get some of the finer details, like a photo of the wolf and the rabbit, of the airship, and of their initials painted together inside the heart.]

[flamekthunder]

[It won't take too long for Eustace to find someone inside, and the owner is actually quite curious as to what they had painted. So upon stepping out, there's an exclamation of admiration and appreciation for their work. Thus they are more than happy to take pictures for them, but—

"You sure you don't want to get cleaned up?"

Eustace glances at Tifa.]

...I dunno... I think it's more fitting like this.

[starshower]

[She's still in the middle of snapping pictures when he returns with the shop owner, and at their compliment, she feels her cheeks flushing with warmth.]

I agree. We fit in more with the painting covered in it, too.

[And she wanders over to hand the shopkeep her phone before she takes Eustace by his hand.]