[Aerith had had her own dealings with those thrice damned stones and had, once she'd returned home, thrown herself into the tub and then bed. It had been a long day and the sooner it was over with the better, in her humble opinion.
It wasn't until a little while later, after dozing long enough for it to get dark, did she realise that Sephiroth hadn't returned home. Aerith wasn't his keeper and didn't keep tabs on him, he was allowed to come and go as he pleased, though as the night went on, she did worry. It was more than likely that Reno was playing a trick on him again. Or maybe he'd gotten distracted by Zack? Or maybe he'd even found a new friend? She really hoped it was that last one. Sephiroth would benefit from more friends.
She was just entertaining those thoughts when she heard movement downstairs.
Aerith sat up in bed, head tilted, and listened... There was no more sound. She gave it a few minutes before she eased herself out of bed to slip her night gown on and then make her way barefoot downstairs.
It was dark. She might have convinced herself she was mistaken had she not glanced toward the sofa. In the darkness sat Sephiroth. Softly Aerith sighed, and then quietly padded her way over to him. Without a word she grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa and slipped in beside him. She wrapped the blanket around them both, arms holding it, and Sephiroth, in place. And there she was, resting against his side, saying nothing. Just keeping him warm. And waited for him to be ready to speak.]
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It wasn't until a little while later, after dozing long enough for it to get dark, did she realise that Sephiroth hadn't returned home. Aerith wasn't his keeper and didn't keep tabs on him, he was allowed to come and go as he pleased, though as the night went on, she did worry. It was more than likely that Reno was playing a trick on him again. Or maybe he'd gotten distracted by Zack? Or maybe he'd even found a new friend? She really hoped it was that last one. Sephiroth would benefit from more friends.
She was just entertaining those thoughts when she heard movement downstairs.
Aerith sat up in bed, head tilted, and listened... There was no more sound. She gave it a few minutes before she eased herself out of bed to slip her night gown on and then make her way barefoot downstairs.
It was dark. She might have convinced herself she was mistaken had she not glanced toward the sofa. In the darkness sat Sephiroth. Softly Aerith sighed, and then quietly padded her way over to him. Without a word she grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa and slipped in beside him. She wrapped the blanket around them both, arms holding it, and Sephiroth, in place. And there she was, resting against his side, saying nothing. Just keeping him warm. And waited for him to be ready to speak.]