[Khalid closes his eyes too, as she nuzzles against him, and he wonders if he melt like this every time she shows him these small, precious pieces of affection.]
I know. But it'll get easier, I promise.
[He once never would have dreamed of being this close with anyone, and yet here he is. A little at a time he's lowered his guard, bared his soul, until there's none of his secrets left between them. If he can do it, anyone can, even someone who has experienced as many of life's cruelties as Hayame has.]
I'll be with you every step of the way. And eventually... you'll be able to look at life in a whole new way, without fear or shame. --No, [he pauses to reconsider, pulling back just enough to see her face once more,] you're already starting on that journey.
She has already decided that she will believe in a far more outrageous promise from this man, so perhaps it is not much of a trial to believe in this one. But it is still somewhat difficult, and she cannot so easily just nod and agree. Her fangs dig in to the plush skin of her bottom lip again, swallowing her protest... and occupying herself more presently with finishing smoothing out his clothing.
There. Fixed.]
You needn't be so sappy...
[It is embarrassing. She does not know how to respond to it. And if she stays here longer then it will become even more obvious, (and the soldiers might notice that she was gone quite long into the woods with a man), so... She gently pushes, as if to urge him off his rock. Even if she looks slightly conflicted and reluctant to do so.]
[His smile is lopsided, and he acquiesces to the nudge, touching her arm briefly as he steps down from the rock. Suddenly, they've gone from seeing eye-to-eye, to Hayame towering over him once again, as his boots touch the dirt. She does raise a good point, and Naira is a creature of routine as much as any animal, so surely his steed will be wondering where he has gone.
He still simply feels... elated. How can he not be sappy, or want to drag the moment out for all it's worth, given everything?]
All right, you win. [He concedes, despite that.] I'll go.
[He turns, moving to the trees to head back the way he came, and pauses just a moment longer. That bird is still singing, somewhere in the distance.]
...Thanks. For coming to find me.
[Or waiting for him, or just happening to strategically run into him, or however she wanted to frame events. None of this would have happened, if not for her. But she told him not to be sappy, so with that said, he gives her one last smile, before disappearing into the trees.]
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I know. But it'll get easier, I promise.
[He once never would have dreamed of being this close with anyone, and yet here he is. A little at a time he's lowered his guard, bared his soul, until there's none of his secrets left between them. If he can do it, anyone can, even someone who has experienced as many of life's cruelties as Hayame has.]
I'll be with you every step of the way. And eventually... you'll be able to look at life in a whole new way, without fear or shame. --No, [he pauses to reconsider, pulling back just enough to see her face once more,] you're already starting on that journey.
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She has already decided that she will believe in a far more outrageous promise from this man, so perhaps it is not much of a trial to believe in this one. But it is still somewhat difficult, and she cannot so easily just nod and agree. Her fangs dig in to the plush skin of her bottom lip again, swallowing her protest... and occupying herself more presently with finishing smoothing out his clothing.
There. Fixed.]
You needn't be so sappy...
[It is embarrassing. She does not know how to respond to it. And if she stays here longer then it will become even more obvious, (and the soldiers might notice that she was gone quite long into the woods with a man), so... She gently pushes, as if to urge him off his rock. Even if she looks slightly conflicted and reluctant to do so.]
... Your wyvern is waiting. Remember?
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He still simply feels... elated. How can he not be sappy, or want to drag the moment out for all it's worth, given everything?]
All right, you win. [He concedes, despite that.] I'll go.
[He turns, moving to the trees to head back the way he came, and pauses just a moment longer. That bird is still singing, somewhere in the distance.]
...Thanks. For coming to find me.
[Or waiting for him, or just happening to strategically run into him, or however she wanted to frame events. None of this would have happened, if not for her. But she told him not to be sappy, so with that said, he gives her one last smile, before disappearing into the trees.]