The Silver Muse
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 18, 2009
- Location
- PST
Any environment could become a heaven. It all had to do with attitude, with atmosphere, with the people who made up that world within one lackluster, wooden establishment in the slow and dreary city of Edge. The bar, along with the delivery service, was as it always was after the events of Sephirothâs near second awakening. Seventh Heaven itself could have been heaven because of the fact that it seemed to remain after everything, every time, and was always a place to return to. It endured. But the only one who was actually there from day to day, hour by hour, was her. And she was no angel. Tifa Lockhart was just another woman.
When Marlene and Denzel were spending time with Barret, it was very quiet. Cloud himself was often soft spoken, but it wasn't necessarily silent when he returned. It was when he left again. It was always the same routine. And it was too quiet when he was gone. It was easy to continue through each day, keeping herself busy for their âfamilyâ and never being bothered with the fact that they werenât, really. It bothered her, though, when they were all gone. She had never cared to be lonely. That didn't change even after five years since the bar had been rebuilt. She was still capable of that feeling.
As if loneliness only existed in that place because of its people, or lack thereof, she had decided to get away for a while. She told herself it was only a vacation, and that business was slow. Barret took the children to visit the Golden Saucer on a long trip, father and daughter and friend. Cloud was as busy with his business as ever. She could take the time off from the quiet. Her note was brief, telling whoever might have read it where everyone was except herself, and that sheâd be back once she found the perfect new wine or cocktail or grill recipe for the bar. There was also some food left in the refrigerator.
That was almost a week ago. Edge was a dreary city, but that was mostly due to the climate and the time of year, rather than the reconstruction. Costa Del Sol, on the other hand, was bustling and bright all year round. The diners and shops it had were always packed, and there seemed to be no end of tourists. Even though it was slower now compared with ShinRa's greatest days, it was still busy. It was easy to be lost in there.
She had spent most of her time checking out new and old restaurants, writing food reviews, talking to chefs, making every moment as worthwhile and as distracting as possible. At current she was on the beach with a fruit cocktail, glass resting on a coaster at the small table beside her lounge chair and umbrella. She wore a new white bikini with a bold but simple orange flower print furling across the left aspects.
Wordless, upbeat music played along the warm wooden exteriors of the buildings. There was a notepad and a pen poised in her hand, though nothing had yet been written. Her warm amber and wine eyes were instead gazing out from her sunglasses, to the clouds, wondering when the tropical rain would finally fall.
When Marlene and Denzel were spending time with Barret, it was very quiet. Cloud himself was often soft spoken, but it wasn't necessarily silent when he returned. It was when he left again. It was always the same routine. And it was too quiet when he was gone. It was easy to continue through each day, keeping herself busy for their âfamilyâ and never being bothered with the fact that they werenât, really. It bothered her, though, when they were all gone. She had never cared to be lonely. That didn't change even after five years since the bar had been rebuilt. She was still capable of that feeling.
As if loneliness only existed in that place because of its people, or lack thereof, she had decided to get away for a while. She told herself it was only a vacation, and that business was slow. Barret took the children to visit the Golden Saucer on a long trip, father and daughter and friend. Cloud was as busy with his business as ever. She could take the time off from the quiet. Her note was brief, telling whoever might have read it where everyone was except herself, and that sheâd be back once she found the perfect new wine or cocktail or grill recipe for the bar. There was also some food left in the refrigerator.
That was almost a week ago. Edge was a dreary city, but that was mostly due to the climate and the time of year, rather than the reconstruction. Costa Del Sol, on the other hand, was bustling and bright all year round. The diners and shops it had were always packed, and there seemed to be no end of tourists. Even though it was slower now compared with ShinRa's greatest days, it was still busy. It was easy to be lost in there.
She had spent most of her time checking out new and old restaurants, writing food reviews, talking to chefs, making every moment as worthwhile and as distracting as possible. At current she was on the beach with a fruit cocktail, glass resting on a coaster at the small table beside her lounge chair and umbrella. She wore a new white bikini with a bold but simple orange flower print furling across the left aspects.
Wordless, upbeat music played along the warm wooden exteriors of the buildings. There was a notepad and a pen poised in her hand, though nothing had yet been written. Her warm amber and wine eyes were instead gazing out from her sunglasses, to the clouds, wondering when the tropical rain would finally fall.