[ The moment she sees the exterior, she knows. Aerith's heart swells with the feeling of home and she wastes no time in hurrying through the front doors of the place, expression alight with relief and joy (a little more vulnerable and open than usual, with no one to see).
Except... Her face falls a little, but more with a curious confusion than disappointment. This is definitely her church: the dilapidated church from the Sector 5 Slums in which she spends more time than really anywhere else. Even so, there are...differences. Aerith cocks her head as she takes it in, walking inside with some trepidation. Above the doors, for one thing, had been a big, painted lemon. Huh. The interior is largely the same - with her flowers, even, which sends her spirits soaring again - but there are...some other changes. It's like someone decided to make a little business out of the inside, with tables strewn purposefully around the floor.
It's - darker? She glances up, blinking. The holes in the roof have been fixed. As she approaches her beloved "babies," she notices, too, that the simple altar has been replaced with a display of cakes.
Aerith can't help it: she smiles, planting her hands on her hips. ]
Hmm-hmm. Who set up shop in my church, huh? I want in on this business! [ They look delicious, after all! For now, though, the brunette stoops down to start tending to the lilies, humming to herself as she does. ]
❀ the lemon cello church
Except... Her face falls a little, but more with a curious confusion than disappointment. This is definitely her church: the dilapidated church from the Sector 5 Slums in which she spends more time than really anywhere else. Even so, there are...differences. Aerith cocks her head as she takes it in, walking inside with some trepidation. Above the doors, for one thing, had been a big, painted lemon. Huh. The interior is largely the same - with her flowers, even, which sends her spirits soaring again - but there are...some other changes. It's like someone decided to make a little business out of the inside, with tables strewn purposefully around the floor.
It's - darker? She glances up, blinking. The holes in the roof have been fixed. As she approaches her beloved "babies," she notices, too, that the simple altar has been replaced with a display of cakes.
Aerith can't help it: she smiles, planting her hands on her hips. ]
Hmm-hmm. Who set up shop in my church, huh? I want in on this business! [ They look delicious, after all! For now, though, the brunette stoops down to start tending to the lilies, humming to herself as she does. ]