[ For so long she could only hope that she'd have a love as true as her parents. As a young girl she believed that if she wished it hard enough maybe it could happen. Maybe she could have her own earth-shaking love that she so envied when she saw it in those around her. And if that fell short, which was becoming more of a reality than she'd like to admit as of late, maybe she'd end up with someone kind that she could grow to adore in a different way.
Isn't that what had made the dream that much sweeter and so unbelievably out of reach for her? Godhood and powers beyond her wildest imagination had paled in comparison to finding a love that had become the root of her. That imagined future had been a taste of something beyond what she could have hoped and still wanted to hold onto here – except there hadn't been a guarantee that Claude would want it here or in Fodlan if it came to pass that their timelines did align. And that fear had been what had been ruminating in her mind since they'd crawled out of that stupid crater. What would happen if the heart that hers resonated with, the heart that she called home, the heart whose heart had grown alongside hers didn't want her anymore? Because she'd read somewhere once that the reasons people fall in love with one another can sometimes be the very reasons they fall out of it. What would happen if he stopped choosing her?
Faintly - ]
You what?
[ It's a stupid question, all things considered. He'd left little room for interpretation this time. Not fell. Fallen and still is. Not loved. Love. Embarrassment floods her, heat flaring in her cheeks as the realization dawns on her that this isn't some bizarre dream of hers from before or during their fake future. Suddenly she can't bear to be looked at so earnestly when it becomes apparent to her that he'd looked at her that way for a very, very long time.
Quickly she grabs the nearest pillow, jamming it between their faces. ]
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Isn't that what had made the dream that much sweeter and so unbelievably out of reach for her? Godhood and powers beyond her wildest imagination had paled in comparison to finding a love that had become the root of her. That imagined future had been a taste of something beyond what she could have hoped and still wanted to hold onto here – except there hadn't been a guarantee that Claude would want it here or in Fodlan if it came to pass that their timelines did align. And that fear had been what had been ruminating in her mind since they'd crawled out of that stupid crater. What would happen if the heart that hers resonated with, the heart that she called home, the heart whose heart had grown alongside hers didn't want her anymore? Because she'd read somewhere once that the reasons people fall in love with one another can sometimes be the very reasons they fall out of it. What would happen if he stopped choosing her?
Faintly - ]
You what?
[ It's a stupid question, all things considered. He'd left little room for interpretation this time. Not fell. Fallen and still is. Not loved. Love. Embarrassment floods her, heat flaring in her cheeks as the realization dawns on her that this isn't some bizarre dream of hers from before or during their fake future. Suddenly she can't bear to be looked at so earnestly when it becomes apparent to her that he'd looked at her that way for a very, very long time.
Quickly she grabs the nearest pillow, jamming it between their faces. ]
Claude - you can't just say things like that!