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Kiira felt a shift. A curious weight on her chest. Transfixed by curiosity. Held on by a strange sense of gravity. Torren always spoke so formally. Polite. She never minded. He put thought and love and care into the words he spoke. Given his love for books, that hardly surprised her.
Something felt different. She couldn't name it.
Her eyes fell back down, catching his meaning before he finished speaking. A gift. For her. A protest built on her tongue, resting fruitily in the back of her throat. Closed. But your family made it for you, she wanted to say. I shouldn't take something like that. Even if he wanted to give it to her.
Her voice stopped working altogether. Words, slipping away before she could catch them. What words, could she say? When all she wanted to do was stammer and insist he keep such a lovely pendant, crafted for him.
She's caught in the light of his eyes. The warmth. The love.
Practically drowning and she had never seen it.
Denying him would shatter her. The pieces she'd frantically held onto would crack and break and scatter to the winds until she was nothing but a shell, until she disappeared into nothing at all. She could not say no to someone who looked at her with such unconditional warmth. Who did nothing but care about her, when she felt as though nothing and no one in the world would notice if she finally did disappear for good.
She had no words. Somehow her head moved, dipping down to allow Torren close the gap between them and gently lower the necklace. Her cheeks felt strangely warm. She could not remember the last time someone made her blush.
Kiira watched the pedant fall onto her chest, transfixed. Her breath felt shaky. Stuttering for air, not words. Suspended by something that felt like a realization. Epiphany. It scared her.
Her voice rushes back, soft but suddenly intent. "Y-your gift isn't-isn't ready yet." She felt suddenly conscious of the space between them, trying to keep herself from spinning away entirely. His gift, hand-made, was taking a great deal of time to finish unfortunately. She just wanted him to know. She'd thought of him too. "B-but you can s-see it, if-if you want to. An-an' how it's... It's turning out."
"Un-unless you want... Want it to be a com-complete surprise."
"Act-actually... D-did you want to... To stargaze tonight? Un-unless it's too cold... It migh-might be too cold for... For you."
[/td][/tr][/table]Something felt different. She couldn't name it.
Her eyes fell back down, catching his meaning before he finished speaking. A gift. For her. A protest built on her tongue, resting fruitily in the back of her throat. Closed. But your family made it for you, she wanted to say. I shouldn't take something like that. Even if he wanted to give it to her.
Her voice stopped working altogether. Words, slipping away before she could catch them. What words, could she say? When all she wanted to do was stammer and insist he keep such a lovely pendant, crafted for him.
She's caught in the light of his eyes. The warmth. The love.
Practically drowning and she had never seen it.
Denying him would shatter her. The pieces she'd frantically held onto would crack and break and scatter to the winds until she was nothing but a shell, until she disappeared into nothing at all. She could not say no to someone who looked at her with such unconditional warmth. Who did nothing but care about her, when she felt as though nothing and no one in the world would notice if she finally did disappear for good.
She had no words. Somehow her head moved, dipping down to allow Torren close the gap between them and gently lower the necklace. Her cheeks felt strangely warm. She could not remember the last time someone made her blush.
Kiira watched the pedant fall onto her chest, transfixed. Her breath felt shaky. Stuttering for air, not words. Suspended by something that felt like a realization. Epiphany. It scared her.
Her voice rushes back, soft but suddenly intent. "Y-your gift isn't-isn't ready yet." She felt suddenly conscious of the space between them, trying to keep herself from spinning away entirely. His gift, hand-made, was taking a great deal of time to finish unfortunately. She just wanted him to know. She'd thought of him too. "B-but you can s-see it, if-if you want to. An-an' how it's... It's turning out."
"Un-unless you want... Want it to be a com-complete surprise."
"Act-actually... D-did you want to... To stargaze tonight? Un-unless it's too cold... It migh-might be too cold for... For you."
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