Matchup exchange for @frostfall-matches
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At first, you think heās just another polite mask. The kind of person whoās always courteous but never real. You donāt dislike Jade; you just donāt buy it. He talks in measured tones, smiles in practiced curves, and always knows exactly how to behave. It's a little too perfect. So you keep your distance. Not cold, not rude,just... observing. And he does the same.
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Itās almost funny, in hindsight, how long the two of you danced around each other, mirroring each other in that quiet, untouchable way. Not because of fear, but because of precision. Youāre both the kind of people who donāt open the door unless youāre sure someoneās worth letting in.
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But Jade is curious.Genuinely fascinated by the parts of people they donāt usually show. You intrigue him not just because you keep your distance, but because you donāt try to charm him. You donāt change your tone to fit the moment. You say what you mean, or say nothing at all. And in a world full of people tripping over themselves to impress, your honesty is refreshing.
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He notices everything about you. Not just your words, but the tilt of your head when youāre about to say something sarcastic, the way you hide a laugh behind your hand when someone does something absurd. He sees how you keep a careful eye on your surroundings, how your fingers twitch when youāre anxious, how you relax only when you're around people who make no demands of you.
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You, in turn, start noticing him. Not just the rehearsed bits,the charming service-worker smile, the perfectly placed compliments but the moments in between. When he thinks no one is watching, and his expression slips into something quieter.You donāt say anything. You donāt need to. You just shift your chair closer, offer a dry comment to make him laugh, and pretend not to notice the way his gaze lingers on you a little too long.
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It doesnāt happen all at once. Thereās no grand moment, no sudden confession. Just small, almost imperceptible shifts. A shared inside joke. A walk back from class that takes longer because neither of you want to say goodbye yet. The first time you bump shoulders and neither of you moves away.
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Dates with Jade are always low-key and a little strange in the best way. He takes you to places no one else thinks to visit: mushroom groves deep in the forest, tide pools at the edge of the island, forgotten ruins overgrown with vines. Sometimes you bring snacks and sit together, watching the world go by while exchanging slow, teasing conversation. Other times, you just exist near each other in silence, content in the shared solitude.
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Sometimes without asking heāll show up with something homemade. His dishes are usually warm, earthy, and surprisingly good, though every now and then he slips in some odd mushrooms he found in the mountains.
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He swears theyāre safe (āThey smell strong, but theyāre good for energyā), and he always watches your reaction with this quiet little smirk like heās half-expecting you to spit it out. If you call him out, he just blinks innocently. āYou always say you like trying new things..ā heāll say, like itās the most normal thing in the world. And then change the subject of the conversation to distract you.
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Physical affection is something he never rushes. But once that door opens, once he realizes you want him close, he becomes almost greedy for your touch. Not in a loud, possessive way just small, constant things. Fingers brushing yours when you pass something to him. His arm around your waist when you're walking. Sitting too close on the couch, just so your knees touch. He teases you about your cold hands and lets you stick them under his shirt with a fond sigh, even though he complains every single time.
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Heās protective but not in a way that limits you. If anything, he encourages your chaos. Laughs when you get into trouble and helps you get out of it. When you whisper wild plans to him,sneaking into places youāre not supposed to be, bending rules just for the thrill,he almost always says, āSounds dangerous. Letās go.ā
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You argue sometimes. Not fights, exactly just sharp conversations with sharper edges. Youāre both blunt, both proud, both prone to stubborn silence. But it never lasts long. Neither of you are the type to sulk. Youāll brush past each other in the hallway, let the tension crackle for a while, and then one of you will mutter something sarcastic that makes the other snort, and just like that itās over. The trust holds.
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What you share isnāt romantic in the storybook sense. There are no candlelit dinners or swooning confessions. Itās in the shared looks across a room. The way he always takes your side, even if you're wrong. The way you lean into him without thinking. The way he only really relaxes when youāre near.
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Youāre not soft people. You donāt fall in love easily. But when you do itās all in.
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Youāre both independent and not interested in sugar-coating anything. Heās not here to āfixā you or soften your edges, and you wouldnāt try to change his attitude either. There's a mutual understanding of letting each other be, which makes the dynamic feel effortless.
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He sees how easily you cut people off when they cross a line or bore you, and instead of being intimidated, he respects it. You donāt waste time with drama, and he likes that. At the same time, your snark, your dry humor, and the chaos you sometimes carry? All things he secretly finds amusing,though youāll mostly catch that in the way he smirks after you roast someone across the room.
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Leona isnāt huge on big gestures, but heāll show up for you in small, subtle ways,inviting you to nap in the sun with him, tossing you fruit he knows you like, letting you tug on his ear when youāre annoyed and pretending not to care when you drape yourself over him. And if youāre teasing or play-fighting with him? Be careful. Heāll throw you over his shoulder like itās nothing and then act like you started it.
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Your dates? Think lazy afternoons spent lounging outside, talking about people you like or playing card games you both get way too competitive about. No need for frills just the kind of time where neither of you has to perform, just exist comfortably side by side. With occasional bickering. And maybe stealing each other's snacks.
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And sometimes, if you catch him when heās relaxed,really relaxed he might actually talk to you about stuff that matters. Things he never says out loud.It wonāt be dramatic. Itāll just slip out in between the usual sarcasm and long stretches of silence. But youāll know when itās real. And you wonāt push.
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He won't coddle you, but he will protect you, in that gruff, grumbling way of his. If someone crosses a line with you, he wonāt start a scene,heāll just be there, close enough to be intimidating without lifting a finger. The kind of presence that makes people back off before they even realize why.
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And when youāre overwhelmed, even if you donāt say it, he notices. Heāll tug you down to lay beside him in a quiet patch of sun, mumble something like āStop thinking so hard, herbivoreā and then let the silence do the rest. Itās not tenderness, exactly but itās something better. Itās peace. Itās trust.
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When you sit beside him, even if neither of you says a word, you're exactly where youāre meant to be.
English is not my first language !
