A REASON TO LIVE; her.
he is embarrassed; but even so, she says nothing at all.
bright blue eyes keep searching, looking for any kind of emotion that’s bound to show up ( even though she’s not that good on reading people. ) but chooses to nod at his remark. never that gentle, but that’s what made him someone quite unique. and so hands obey his command, undoing the ribbon and finally getting to open the tiny box; she gasps when seeing what lingers inside of it.
the same headband she had been looking at for weeks but was never really able to get it due to the shortage of money they were going through ( some times were easier than others. ) and for a moment, she forgets he’s there. minutes pass as her gaze moves forth between the actual accessory and the boy in front of her and she’s awe-struck, almost not believing her ears when listening to those words. so that’s why he went out yesterday without telling us where he was going… she giggles; a sweet surprise, brightest smile surfacing once more.
“thank you, zephyr! i really love it!” she wastes no time, promptly taking her trademark headband away and soon replacing with her new one; one would think that it was impossible for her to wipe away this smile, to not allow this happiness to go away that soon. and so her gaze meets his again, finding her own voice to sound somewhat shy. “well… how do i look?”
Gifted with optional patience, he doesn’t complain as she gazes lovingly upon what he’d consider a trivial expense. He doesn’t see a point in it when she was, to him, just as pretty without layers of makeup painted perfectly or having to wear something that was expensive or name brand... but it seemed to make her happy, and so all he does instead is sigh with relieved breath. Palm cupping the back of his head then falls to his side, tense stance growing ever lax in the moments that followed.
“ I don’t think a hairband changes your appearance that much. “
It didn’t, really. A flash of a different color, a different pattern and a different texture—she would remain recognizable despite the effect it seemed to hold. He doesn’t have it in him to be cruel (not on her birthday, not when she seemed so jubilant and high spirited), however, and quickly adjusts his answer, gaze once again leaving her face.
That’s not fair. You can’t smile like that and ask me how you look.
“ You look... nice, though. I guess. You’re asking me, remember? “
Shoving his fingers in his pockets, he spins around to leave, though stops short with some odd notion to extend his arm (somewhat, as his hand remained in his pocket, leaving only his elbow to offer itself) for her to take. Messy crown bowed, reddening cheeks and stammering syllables unheard and unseen as he mustered what little self-confidence he truly had up to say:
“ Come on. I’ll... walk you home. Unless you want to go somewhere. Vashyron would kill me if I left a girl like you alone on their birthday. ”
