[ The car rolls into the parking lot smoothly and easily, coming to a stop upfront where the lobby is dimly illuminated with a dying shade of orange from an old, beaten up looking chandelier. They must have paid the fare several times over because the doors unlock with a deep sort of click. They don't need to fuss with the lobby, and after peeling themselves off from each other with great reluctantance on Aerith's part, it takes a few scarce moments to get across the lot. The taxi is gone in seconds, onto the next ride, and the sodium lights are beaming a terribly bright sort of light down from several corners of the parking lot. It's the sort of desolate place that looks like no one is really there or has been there in weeks, at least, but she leads Cloud up the stairs with familiarity. ]
They just fixed the lights. Pretty bright out here now.
[ The hallway to her apartment looks like a jungle now with the rows and rows of plants in pots and vases left out. Her neighbors are either shockingly patient or writing angry letters on the daily; more likely, they've gotten used to it.
There's a key, she remembers, pressed at the bottom of a potted fern by her door. Aerith bends to retrive it, pulling the pot away and picking up a gold key that slips into the lock easily. For a moment, she realizes what is actually happening and it strikes her that it is real and they aren't atopping. The ridiculousness of it, too, hits her: She's brought Cloud home for sex and is aware they both have no intention of stopping this time. She thinks about the elevator, the way it felt like precious time in limbo, separated from the here and now. This, though, feels like it could only ever happen here and now, and she still tastes candy like she had on the dancefloor.
She pushes the door open. It smells like a garden inside and a window is open but its the same crappy one room apartment they all have. Mercifully, she had left her futon out in anticipation of coming home tired. ]
Here we are. My humble little abode. Nice, huh?
[ The door locks behind him as Aerith twists the key, and this time, she waits for his move, biting her lip even as she smiles. ]
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They just fixed the lights. Pretty bright out here now.
[ The hallway to her apartment looks like a jungle now with the rows and rows of plants in pots and vases left out. Her neighbors are either shockingly patient or writing angry letters on the daily; more likely, they've gotten used to it.
There's a key, she remembers, pressed at the bottom of a potted fern by her door. Aerith bends to retrive it, pulling the pot away and picking up a gold key that slips into the lock easily. For a moment, she realizes what is actually happening and it strikes her that it is real and they aren't atopping. The ridiculousness of it, too, hits her: She's brought Cloud home for sex and is aware they both have no intention of stopping this time. She thinks about the elevator, the way it felt like precious time in limbo, separated from the here and now. This, though, feels like it could only ever happen here and now, and she still tastes candy like she had on the dancefloor.
She pushes the door open. It smells like a garden inside and a window is open but its the same crappy one room apartment they all have. Mercifully, she had left her futon out in anticipation of coming home tired. ]
Here we are. My humble little abode. Nice, huh?
[ The door locks behind him as Aerith twists the key, and this time, she waits for his move, biting her lip even as she smiles. ]