[ Another beat of silence follows as she tries to catch her breath even though she hadn't really run that far. Maybe her body is trying to give her space to breathe and time to collect her racing thoughts. To form the feelings she had tried to confine into a small corner of her heart until, like flowers they had bloomed, bursting from the small place she'd tried to keep them in so they wouldn't interfere with whatever transpired between Sylvain and Claude. But flowers weren't meant to be confined to the darkness. They needed sunlight to grow and they needed care and attention to thrive.
In spite of her best efforts to pretend that they didn't exist, her feelings had grown all on their own. They had arrived unannounced. But had they really? All the times she had looked for him in a crowd, how she had committed his footsteps to memory comes to mind. What about all of the times they had been apart and how she wanted nothing more than to run back and tell him even the most mundane things about her day? And then there was the way she can't begin to express how stupid she feels when he smiles and it's like her breaths are being stolen in that moment, or how the way their fingers threading together feels more intimate than anything they'd ever done. He had quietly coloured the way she saw the world without even trying, making her think about what he would do in a situation and how she wanted to be better for him. Stronger for him. Worthy of a love like his as if she could somehow compare the others that occupied his heart. She hadn't known what to call her silly, fragile feelings. But she knew now. ]
I know it's hard for you to think that you're deserving of love because you think you're imperfect in some way. But you've always been brilliant to me just being you. Not your Crest, not whoever it is your father hopes you'll be or what you think people need you to be. Just you. And to have gotten to know you has been the most precious gift anyone could have given me - I want more of your time. I want to know more about you. I want stay by your side and adore all the pieces that you don't think are deserving of it so that you can see yourself the same way I see you.
[ Her hand moves, shifting the box in her hand so that he can see it better. Just before she cracks it open however she blurts out - ]
Just so you don't freak out, this isn't a ring. I'm not proposing.
[ Today seemed to be a day for prefaces. If he had noticed the earring she'd made for him had disappeared, it's because she'd melted it down and made it anew. What had been a single alexandrite stud, had been transformed into an ear climber: three stones sparkle and glint in the light. A brilliant yellow tourmaline, a deep red ruby, and a pink sapphire. She lets out the nervous breath she had been holding in as a tentative, shy smile blossoms. ]
I love you too, Sylvain. In all the ways there is to love you.
[ As he was, who he is, and whoever he chooses to be. ]
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In spite of her best efforts to pretend that they didn't exist, her feelings had grown all on their own. They had arrived unannounced. But had they really? All the times she had looked for him in a crowd, how she had committed his footsteps to memory comes to mind. What about all of the times they had been apart and how she wanted nothing more than to run back and tell him even the most mundane things about her day? And then there was the way she can't begin to express how stupid she feels when he smiles and it's like her breaths are being stolen in that moment, or how the way their fingers threading together feels more intimate than anything they'd ever done. He had quietly coloured the way she saw the world without even trying, making her think about what he would do in a situation and how she wanted to be better for him. Stronger for him. Worthy of a love like his as if she could somehow compare the others that occupied his heart. She hadn't known what to call her silly, fragile feelings. But she knew now. ]
I know it's hard for you to think that you're deserving of love because you think you're imperfect in some way. But you've always been brilliant to me just being you. Not your Crest, not whoever it is your father hopes you'll be or what you think people need you to be. Just you. And to have gotten to know you has been the most precious gift anyone could have given me - I want more of your time. I want to know more about you. I want stay by your side and adore all the pieces that you don't think are deserving of it so that you can see yourself the same way I see you.
[ Her hand moves, shifting the box in her hand so that he can see it better. Just before she cracks it open however she blurts out - ]
Just so you don't freak out, this isn't a ring. I'm not proposing.
[ Today seemed to be a day for prefaces. If he had noticed the earring she'd made for him had disappeared, it's because she'd melted it down and made it anew. What had been a single alexandrite stud, had been transformed into an ear climber: three stones sparkle and glint in the light. A brilliant yellow tourmaline, a deep red ruby, and a pink sapphire. She lets out the nervous breath she had been holding in as a tentative, shy smile blossoms. ]
I love you too, Sylvain. In all the ways there is to love you.
[ As he was, who he is, and whoever he chooses to be. ]