E: You always leave the more difficult questions for me to answer first, don’t you? I love the things that make you, you. Your skills as an elementalist, your temperament around others, and your stubbornness, though I do wish you’d come to see reason – particularly, my reason – more often than not. I’m only scraping the tip of the iceberg here. Despite everything that makes you, I’m afraid your eyes hold a special spot in my heart; they were the first thing I saw of you. Now that you've gotten my embarrassing answer, it's your turn.
S: That was... hardly embarrassing! ... you probably only saw my eyes first because I was wearing a hood. You on the other hand... I'd be lying if I didn't say it's a little about your looks. You turn heads, with your height, your tousled leaves, smooth, defined features (and tight pants) - and the way you glow all pure as snow during the night. I love the way you're stronger than you look and tougher and rougher than your clean, buttoned up composure gives away. And then there's the fact that you call me all sort of endearments when you want to soften me up or don't share my opinion... while you're all dry wits and sarcasm when there's someone else in my stead, which is, admittedly, all too entertaining, hah. Oh, and! There's that time when you uh... leave your wits aside and just. Hold me so tight, as though I'm about to leave, and never come back... But. The thing I love the most about you, is when you smile. You don't really do it often, but when you do, from your core, it feels as though the world smiles with you. So uh. Yeah. How's that for embarrassing?
