Yellow: Your writing us great! Keep it up!
Orange: I can hear ____’s voice when I read your writing!
Violet: I wish you would write more.
YOu’re a crAZY person, you get the absolute worst of it, barely a day goes by without some trash of my imagining landing somewhere on you, you deserve an MBE for your charity work, no one has contributed more to the continued existence of the Lesser Sandworm
ilu bchan i’ll make u some more trash stuff soon ok
[ 大召喚士 ]
Her question had taken him aback and he looked her, surprised, though she had glanced away. Before he could truly give a reply, though, she had continued. She sounded sad and the look of concern only worsened as he carefully studied all of her that he could see from where he stood. When she finally finish speaking, after mocking herself in an attempt to lighten the conversation, he sighed in slight relief. She’d at least looked at him, then. After a moment, she moved to his side and he found his voice, his eyes ever chasing after hers as he spoke.
“It’s not that. It’s…”, he began, hurriedly trying to fill the silence, nervousness in his voice.
"I knew you hadn’t forgotten. Not really. It’s just… You’ve been so busy lately.
I… wanted to make sure when you are here you have a good time.“The words came easily despite the worry she’d put in him only moments before. He paused then, his eyes moving back out toward the afternoon sun. When he looked back, he was surprised to find her looking at him, waiting, looking surprisingly serious. The expression he responded with was one of confusion, though he was careful to listen to each word she said.
”I’m certainly not bored of you. Look how long I’ve kept your father around.”
The comment had been made in jest, of course, to contrast her seriousness. She was still pretty when she looked at him like that, but something about her expression made him nervous and he wanted desperately to see the heaviness reflected in her eyes lessen.
“He’s… hardly what I’d call the exciting type, you know.“, he added, smiling at her.
He waited a moment for a laugh he did not received and then looked away, defeated, knowing that his humor had not broken the mood. Even so, it had been worth a try. What she said next, however, brought on was like a roller coaster. He had barely had time to register her kind words, before a pang of confusion set it. He felt his mouth drop open slightly in surprise.
Deling.
How had he not heard? Had she really been gone that long? His expression saddened considerably at the thought and he looked away from her, quiet breaths filling the space between him and her words. He didn’t know what to say. He was shocked. Why hadn’t she told him before now? Would she have even mentioned it if he hadn’t accepted her offer to leave the house? Would she have just left one day, without a word?
This is why she’s been so distant.
Even as she laughed at herself, he could not shake the disquiet he felt. His hands had fallen to his sides in disbelief and now pulled at the fabrics that he wore, nervously, at least until what she said had registered. For whatever reason, her words did not surprise him like he would have expected. Instead, he had actually felt his head and heart settle. It was a strange feeling, unfamiliar yet not unwelcome.
“Yes. It does.”, he replied, his voice quiet, uncertain. He hoped he didn’t worry her.
"I… don’t think it’s silly. Not at all.
Of course, you can have places all over, but there’s only one home…“His words had been spoken with the utmost seriousness. All the while he had been watching her every movement, looking for a sign or clue as to what he had missed. He paused then, turning to look at her. She did not look at him. He considered a moment if he should continue with her gazing off like that. Against his instincts, he moved towards where she now stood, closer to the roof’s edge, and stopped right next to her. He lowered his head to try and catch her eyes, though he did not wait for them before he continued. He was certain she would hear him now.
”If you want to stay, then stay.“
Silence followed his words. Chuami stared out at the gardens for a while longer, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought. Eventually, she seemed to relax, her normal humour flooded back into her at once and she tried – semi successfully – to hold back a smile. She turned, met Braska’s eyes and held them, looking for – something. Some reason not to believe him, something negative, anything that said he might only be trying to make her feel better. if it was there, she wasn’t seeing it. The harder she studied him, the less she felt able to stop as it occurred to her that they very rarely actually looked at each other. Aside from quick glances here and there, between page turns or in passing. Almost a full thirty seconds had passed before Chuami’s hold on her straight face slipped and her hand went out to cover Braska’s mouth.
“Nooo, don’t finish that sentence–” she said, almost a whole minute after he’d finished speaking, “Don’t do it– oh, now look, now look what you did. You finished it.”
She withdrew her hand, openly laughing now; there was obvious relief in it.
“I only told you because I knew you’d say that, and you went and said it, and now I– now how– it’s not going to happen, is it?”
She held a hand up and gave herself a moment to compose herself.
“Trouble is, bluebird, you were right about that only one home part, and unfortunately for you, it picked me. It sorta turns out, I default to your house when someone says “home”. That’s…”
She trailed off with a sigh, her eyes flicking down again.
“I mean… that’s why I have to find somewhere else, right…? Because you say that now, but neither of us are going anywhere any time soon. In a few years, it’s gonna get real old for you, and you keep talking like that, you’ll end up stuck with me. I don’t know… I don’t think I’m a great influence. And, I… I don’t wanna overstay or… just ruin it, you know?“
Though, to be honest, I can think of a few alternative ways to ruin a perfectly good friendship that I… Dear Yevon take this train of though from me.
There seemed to be no reason for the sudden giggling fit this brought on; thankfully, something came to her that she could attribute it to, something she’d heard earlier but not really registered.
“That was so rude, by the way. Auron is an adventurer,” she grinned, “He could’ve got up here faster than either of us even without the kind-of stairs.”
She sighed, not unhappily, pointedly glancing to her pile of stones and back to Braska.
“Dare you. Or are we gonna stand here all day, ruining this sunshine with the dark cloud of my insecurities?”
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