thelast-cetra:

^{It is a little forward to invite a stranger to holiday festivities. Naminé is right, of course. Christmas is all about sharing company and laughter and memories of the year together with those one treasures most.} 

^{However, Aerith is intimately familiar with losing the ones she loves and rebuilding her life one stranger at a time.}  

^{❝ How about a compromise? ❞  She won’t settle for anything less. ❝ I’ll accept your refusal if you can promise me that you won’t be alone for Christmas.} ❞

         _{Sometimes traditions were strange to her, what she knew of them. Most of her knowledge of how the world worked came from stolen memories she had no right to touch, from dusty books that she filled her time with. There was little else.}

                           _{This woman’s—Aerith’s—kindness was also strange to her. Clearly she was very, very kind if she were offering company on such a day.}

                                             _{”… I won’t be alone for Christmas,” she managed, though she was never good at lying. ”You are very kind for offering, though, and I appreciate it.” Definitely not a lie.}