[ This type of closeness wasn't something he was used to in life. Not as slow, where he can think of and feel everything that's happening. Even when he was comforting someone close to him, his emotions were all...messed up. Stunted and delayed. With so many things about his past and life being thrown for a loop, to avoid collapsing within himself again? He stays here. He focuses on what's ahead of him. What's beside him. What he wants to keep hanging onto. If Cloud ever relearns what's happened to him leading to this point...then, a part of him wishes, hopes that he doesn't lose this.
He joins Ayaka's gaze on their hands. Her palm is so soft, fingers delicate between his thicker, somewhat calloused digits. Then he remembers the poise and grace that she holds her sword. For someone who seemed so delicate and soft, she was very strong. Strong beyond her years, even. She was something else...
But right now, he wasn't holding the Shirasagi Himegimi's hand. ]
? [ He looks to her as she talks, having his undivided attention when she fesses she'd wanted to talk to him sooner. But whether he was reading the script they shared and her voice bled into his thoughts all over again, or he looked at her username on his own device...he had all the time in the world to reach out to her instead. It was always people coming to him. Why couldn't he return the favor? Well... ] Guess that makes two of us...
[ If they were being honest with each other and themselves, ]
I thought of coming to you, too. Then this... [ Urge? Thirst? Hunger? Horny. You can say it. He's still dancing around it. adfskjh ] ...month happened.
[ By this point, he'd been given the explanation what the various Yokai influences were. It wasn't a secret anymore. Cloud didn't want to see his friends when he was like this. He didn't want to ruin something just because some euphoric trigger got pulled in his head and instinct drove him to doing something he might regret, if it meant hurting someone.
There he was, in his own head again... It's just a lot of uncertainties for him. So much unfamiliar territory. A lot of Cloud being shy.
But hearing her say that she was glad that he found her? That she'd had the same worries that he did? It puts him at ease as well. More than anything, as he's left looking into her eyes with a sense of wonder, her warmer smile disarming him of his doubts, it leaves him feeling braver. She wanted this, right? His strong hand giving a light squeeze of hers. ]
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He joins Ayaka's gaze on their hands. Her palm is so soft, fingers delicate between his thicker, somewhat calloused digits. Then he remembers the poise and grace that she holds her sword. For someone who seemed so delicate and soft, she was very strong. Strong beyond her years, even. She was something else...
But right now, he wasn't holding the Shirasagi Himegimi's hand. ]
? [ He looks to her as she talks, having his undivided attention when she fesses she'd wanted to talk to him sooner. But whether he was reading the script they shared and her voice bled into his thoughts all over again, or he looked at her username on his own device...he had all the time in the world to reach out to her instead. It was always people coming to him. Why couldn't he return the favor? Well... ] Guess that makes two of us...
[ If they were being honest with each other and themselves, ]
I thought of coming to you, too. Then this... [ Urge? Thirst? Hunger?
Horny. You can say it.He's still dancing around it. adfskjh ] ...month happened.[ By this point, he'd been given the explanation what the various Yokai influences were. It wasn't a secret anymore. Cloud didn't want to see his friends when he was like this. He didn't want to ruin something just because some euphoric trigger got pulled in his head and instinct drove him to doing something he might regret, if it meant hurting someone.
There he was, in his own head again... It's just a lot of uncertainties for him. So much unfamiliar territory. A lot of Cloud being shy.
But hearing her say that she was glad that he found her? That she'd had the same worries that he did? It puts him at ease as well. More than anything, as he's left looking into her eyes with a sense of wonder, her warmer smile disarming him of his doubts, it leaves him feeling braver. She wanted this, right? His strong hand giving a light squeeze of hers. ]
Just means I'll hafta make up for lost time.