[Claude was... starting to get an inkling that maybe Hayame didn't hate him after all. She had listened to his second Communion, yes, but there had been no angry retort, or dismissal, or command to never talk to her again. She had listened, there had been that hot sensation, burning with something like--
But she was gone, already, too quickly.
Then there were the bedsheets, clear even without a note who they came from, and Claude wondered even as he traced his fingers over the fine gold thread of the embroidery whether it was a sign Hayame wanted to simply repay her debts and move on. It was a kind, thoughtful gesture all the same, and when Claude remade his bed, he thought of her warm back, her powerful shoulders, the way it felt to press himself close, as if he could somehow keep a much stronger being than him safe. In a way, he had, at least from the Blight.
And now this. He made a point to exercise his wyvern every day when he could, even with matters like the rebuilding effort and the ambassadors occupying more of his attention. Today he's geared up for more of the same, but stops dead in his tracks when he spies a familiar jinba nearby. Finally, after weeks of not seeing her, after only glimpses of Communion, she's standing there, watching Naira.]
Hayame?
[He calls to her, his heart in his throat, not getting closer yet lest she flees again.]
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But she was gone, already, too quickly.
Then there were the bedsheets, clear even without a note who they came from, and Claude wondered even as he traced his fingers over the fine gold thread of the embroidery whether it was a sign Hayame wanted to simply repay her debts and move on. It was a kind, thoughtful gesture all the same, and when Claude remade his bed, he thought of her warm back, her powerful shoulders, the way it felt to press himself close, as if he could somehow keep a much stronger being than him safe. In a way, he had, at least from the Blight.
And now this. He made a point to exercise his wyvern every day when he could, even with matters like the rebuilding effort and the ambassadors occupying more of his attention. Today he's geared up for more of the same, but stops dead in his tracks when he spies a familiar jinba nearby. Finally, after weeks of not seeing her, after only glimpses of Communion, she's standing there, watching Naira.]
Hayame?
[He calls to her, his heart in his throat, not getting closer yet lest she flees again.]