character: cloud_strife, aerith_gainsborough, copyright: final_fantasy
2people, 1boy, 1girl, cowboy shot, from below, looking at each other, standing, leaning forward, head tilt, sideways glance, interaction, spiky hair, blonde hair, short hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, glowing eyes, sleeveless turtleneck, ribbed turtleneck, single pauldron, shoulder armor, suspenders, leather harness, gloves, dark pants, long hair, brown hair, braided ponytail, parted bangs, hair ribbon, pink ribbon, green eyes, cropped jacket, red jacket, pink dress, long dress, bracelets, ruined church, flower bed, yellow lilies, broken wooden floorboards, sunlight beam, god rays, floating dust motes, warm lighting, cinematic lighting, depth of field
Framed from a slightly low angle in a medium three-quarter shot inside an overgrown, vaulted wooden sanctuary, a young woman and a young man stand together amidst a flourishing patch of yellow lilies. On the right, the young woman leans her upper body playfully forward toward the man, her weight pressed onto her forward foot while her hands rest lightly clasped behind her lower back. Her long chestnut-brown hair is pulled back into a high braided ponytail bound by a flowing pink ribbon, with soft framing locks brushing her cheeks as her head tilts upward; her vivid emerald-green eyes gaze warmly into his with an open, teasing smile. She wears a bolero-cut bright red jacket over an ankle-length pastel pink button-down dress that brushes against the blooming flower stems at her feet. To the left, the young man stands with his weight settled on his back leg, shoulders squared slightly away before turning his head in a reserved sideways glance to meet her eyes. His spiky, tousled bright blonde locks part unevenly between his glowing cyan-blue eyes, his expression softened in subtle contemplation. He is clad in a sleeveless, ribbed dark navy turtleneck with leather harness suspenders crossing his torso, a single bolted metal pauldron strapped over his left shoulder, and fingerless leather gauntlets on his hands, with one hand resting near his hip. A dramatic shaft of warm afternoon sunlight streams diagonally through the broken rafters above, illuminating the floating dust particles within its beam while casting soft diagonal shadows across the cracked stone and weathered timber floorboards. Tender, quiet nostalgia.