“I think I’m in love wit you .” ( you know who this is for. ;) )
unprompted || always accepting.
She knows she heard him, there’s no way to deny that specific part. She knows it, but trying to understand and come with a reaction for what she had just heard is the most difficult thing she has had to do so far.
A’koh looks at him, and the dark eyes of the vastaya get fixed on his own as if trying to find an addition to his phrase that she could actually analyze. Cut in little pieces that made more sense than this silence and their breathing. But she can’t. And her mouth gets caught between opening and closing with words that don’t have any form. Questions that she doesn’t ask as she looks down and wonders: why? Why her from all people? Why do that in this time and place?
Yet, it’s impossible not to notice the seconds passing by, and the guilt that such produces makes the girl look up with a frown and a smile. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t— don’t think that I—” The struggle to finish that line ending up in pressed lips and a second effort to find the right words. Something that could resemble the conflict taking place in her head. Like— would it be telling him ‘ I love you too ‘ what she wants to say or what he deserves to hear? Are those the same? She doesn’t know, but as she deliberates that decision her hands keep close to him. Fidgeting with the shapes of his clothes and softly feeling the skin that hides beneath.
She is scared, and she is happy. And she can’t understand how a person can feel those two at the very same time.
”Did you already made up your mind or I’m making you regret that choice with all this waiting?” She adds with a soft laugh. Avoiding his eyes but unable to move away from him and the delightful warmth of his calm presence.