Sylvain, we all fucked up at one point. Not all of that should be something you should –
[ Had her instinct not immediately been to lightly chide him for putting himself down like that, she might have been less surprised at the admission that follows. Or is it more like a declaration? Her protest immediately catches in her throat and she finds herself acutely aware of the way that she had drawn in a sharp breath that she hadn't let go of. Unable to look anywhere else even if she wanted to, she stares back at his amber gaze struck by the conviction of his words. Oh, she thinks, he means it.
There's a moment where she waits for the tidal wave of protests that her mind is so often ready to allow flood past her lips to come. In between running around so she didn't have to think and checking on others she had subconsciously been preparing herself for pre-determined outcomes. Had been steeling herself for inevitable heartbreak and for what it would take to move on. But none of those outcomes had been this.
Only in her silly, stupidest, coziest daydreams could she have thought Sylvain would be offering her his heart and hoping she'd do the same. It had never occurred to her that she'd ever be in this scenario. She should say something, shouldn't she? This is the part where she should say something meaningful and sincere.
Instead she pinches her arm and then his cheek in quick succession. Faintly she utters –]
I'm not dreaming. [ Cethlann's tits she isn't dreaming. And then time seems to speed up, her heart beating so rapidly she swears he can hear it. ] You – me? I, um, I had something for this. Can you – can you give me a second? I promise I’m coming back and I’m not running away I just —
[ After a moment of very clumsy untangling from his arms she rushes from the balcony and returns breathless moments later. Climbing back onto his lap and tugging him up with one hand, she clutches the box she had shoved out of sight earlier close to her heart. ]
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[ Had her instinct not immediately been to lightly chide him for putting himself down like that, she might have been less surprised at the admission that follows. Or is it more like a declaration? Her protest immediately catches in her throat and she finds herself acutely aware of the way that she had drawn in a sharp breath that she hadn't let go of. Unable to look anywhere else even if she wanted to, she stares back at his amber gaze struck by the conviction of his words. Oh, she thinks, he means it.
There's a moment where she waits for the tidal wave of protests that her mind is so often ready to allow flood past her lips to come. In between running around so she didn't have to think and checking on others she had subconsciously been preparing herself for pre-determined outcomes. Had been steeling herself for inevitable heartbreak and for what it would take to move on. But none of those outcomes had been this.
Only in her silly, stupidest, coziest daydreams could she have thought Sylvain would be offering her his heart and hoping she'd do the same. It had never occurred to her that she'd ever be in this scenario. She should say something, shouldn't she? This is the part where she should say something meaningful and sincere.
Instead she pinches her arm and then his cheek in quick succession. Faintly she utters –]
I'm not dreaming. [ Cethlann's tits she isn't dreaming. And then time seems to speed up, her heart beating so rapidly she swears he can hear it. ] You – me? I, um, I had something for this. Can you – can you give me a second? I promise I’m coming back and I’m not running away I just —
[ After a moment of very clumsy untangling from his arms she rushes from the balcony and returns breathless moments later. Climbing back onto his lap and tugging him up with one hand, she clutches the box she had shoved out of sight earlier close to her heart. ]
Okay.
[ …Actually she might need another minute. ]