[ She's deep within her own thoughts still when the softness of his voice reaches her, and Eula's eyes widen, the strange heaviness settling on her chest enough to temporarily still her tears, to stifle the strange thickness in her throat. To the contrary, her throat and mouth and lips suddenly feel too dry. If this was like a romance novel...
And perhaps there's something to be thought about here, about the admission of what should by rights be a secret of Jean'sโ the Acting Grand Master reads romance novels, apparentlyโ but it's drowned in the sea dry desert sands of overwhelming confusion, and she's left to blink into the space between his neck and shoulderโ without actually realizing that that's where she is.
Confess something deeper.
Does he mean what she thinks he means, does he mean the same strange feeling that swirls in her gut when she hears him speak, when she worries for him, when... when everythingโ even if it's too soon for that, not just for her but for him too surely, for both of them it's too soonโ even if her feelings are the same, even if she knows it by the way she smiles thinking of him, the way she dreams of him when she sleeps, the way her heart beats faster in her chest at his smileโ
It's too soon, far too soon, just the thought has her pulse seizing into an anxious, thumping rhythm; and yet at the same time there's a strange kind of sickly sweet hope welling in her breast, and all of a sudden Eula feels like she's about to pass out.
Her fingers clench into fists against his chest, nails digging shining red crescents into the palms of her hands.
When she speaks, her voice sounds like dust. ]
Sounds like I know what to get the Acting Grand Master for her next birthday.
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And perhaps there's something to be thought about here, about the admission of what should by rights be a secret of Jean'sโ the Acting Grand Master reads romance novels, apparentlyโ but it's drowned in the
seadry desert sands of overwhelming confusion, and she's left to blink into the space between his neck and shoulderโ without actually realizing that that's where she is.Confess something deeper.
Does he mean what she thinks he means, does he mean the same strange feeling that swirls in her gut when she hears him speak, when she worries for him, when... when everythingโ even if it's too soon for that, not just for her but for him too surely, for both of them it's too soonโ even if her feelings are the same, even if she knows it by the way she smiles thinking of him, the way she dreams of him when she sleeps, the way her heart beats faster in her chest at his smileโ
It's too soon, far too soon, just the thought has her pulse seizing into an anxious, thumping rhythm; and yet at the same time there's a strange kind of sickly sweet hope welling in her breast, and all of a sudden Eula feels like she's about to pass out.
Her fingers clench into fists against his chest, nails digging shining red crescents into the palms of her hands.
When she speaks, her voice sounds like dust. ]
Sounds like I know what to get the Acting Grand Master for her next birthday.