[ She was afraid of ruining their friendship— ruining memories wherein they were getting to know each other in their own corner in a teahouse. Giving in and accepting how she feels and what she wants, though, she also decides to put her trust in Cloud. She hopes he'll still see her and want to do things with her after all this, because she doesn't think she could ever try to avoid him again after this.
Her back hits the door, and she should probably rush to open it so that they can go inside. It's a conflicting feeling— reason and her desire to keep kissing him and be kissed in turn fighting one another.
While not one to fumble, her one hand does so in search of the doorknob. Past this door and these walls, they'll have their privacy. What she didn't want seen by people at the palace earlier, she can keep it all to herself. Cloud said he wants to say, and that means Ayaka can keep him all to herself tonight, as well.
The door to the dorm opens, quaint and simple, barely lived in. Ayaka pulls Cloud inside as gently as she would when tugging on his hand. Snow falls with such grace and elegance onto the ground, and Ayaka does not lose her composure at this moment. Each movement is with careful thought and grace, like she's dancing with her eyes closed. But as soon as she door shuts close, locked or not, she wraps her arms around his neck again, opening her mouth some more to let him kiss her deeper. If drowning felt like this, then she would prefer not to be saved. ]
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Her back hits the door, and she should probably rush to open it so that they can go inside. It's a conflicting feeling— reason and her desire to keep kissing him and be kissed in turn fighting one another.
While not one to fumble, her one hand does so in search of the doorknob. Past this door and these walls, they'll have their privacy. What she didn't want seen by people at the palace earlier, she can keep it all to herself. Cloud said he wants to say, and that means Ayaka can keep him all to herself tonight, as well.
The door to the dorm opens, quaint and simple, barely lived in. Ayaka pulls Cloud inside as gently as she would when tugging on his hand. Snow falls with such grace and elegance onto the ground, and Ayaka does not lose her composure at this moment. Each movement is with careful thought and grace, like she's dancing with her eyes closed. But as soon as she door shuts close, locked or not, she wraps her arms around his neck again, opening her mouth some more to let him kiss her deeper. If drowning felt like this, then she would prefer not to be saved. ]