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€an attempt. it was an attempt. ( he's trying . ) asking her for something - for anything, real - has been proven difficult. time and time again. though.. surely she would have picked that up by now, right? he is doing his best, with being vulnerable. vulnerable with her. it's just hard. hard to say it. γ
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vocalizing is happening, just not properly. not in the way he would like. it's almost frustrating. it's embarrassing. he also hates to sound like a beggar.
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€hands tremble, and shake. entire body and wellbeing tense, he's almost bracing for something. ( rejection . ) Not that he is afraid of her, but, maybe, more of what she'd say, or do. would she laugh at him? no.. he doesn't think so. he doesn't want to believe that, anyway. ( he trusts her . ) but, perhaps, it is just something that he is struggling with. trusting someone. fully and completely. its actually quite terrifying to do: to put complete and total faith into somebody else. blindly.
its the fall he is afraid of . not the catch . he knows she'll catch him .
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€words still do not come; too much anxiety. so, instead, hands gesture towards what is desired. not so directly, or blatantly, but enough to get the point across. sunday wants her to touch them. his wings. ( would she ? ) he knows she's been wanting to. maybe it was about time he finally let her. it was his way of saying: γ
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unprompted. || always accepting
βγγ¨γγ³γβΒ Β her ATTENTION had been on him even before her name was being uttered. the moment it was said, however, aureate orbs properly shifted towards him with full focus. the way she gazed at the man wasn't anything pressuring or demanding. it was a soft patience, a wordless encouragement, for his entire demeanor spelled of the STRUGGLE he was going through. nothing painful, but a challenge, no doubt. a kind of thing you noticed when you spent enough time learning about someone.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β instead of staring or putting him on the spot while he was trying his best to put into words what his mind was twirling around, the TRAILBLAZER shifted on the softness of her own mattress, allowing the shuffles to echo in the air and cutting through the silence in between his attempts to voice his thoughts. it looked and sounded like a request, eden thought, judging from the way he was trembling a little.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β for a moment, she wanted to reach out to hold his hand in support. not wanting the sudden movement to startle him, she nudged his hand with the back of hers, knuckles brushing against his in a wordless reassurance.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β ' it's okay. take your time. i'm not going anywhere. '
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β a part of her feel guilty for finding him like this rather adorable. could one blame her, though ? seeing him doing his best despite how embarrassing an act it was for him made her want to wrap her arms around him in a tight hug. cuteness aggression, they called it ? would she scare him away if she did β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β the vague gesture towards the soft wings adorning his feature did cause her to pause momentarily. tilting her head to the side, both like a curious and hopeful puppy that she was, AURIC ORBS widened when the request itself was finally being vocalized.
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Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β " ... β "
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β now, it was her turn for WORDS to fail in leaving her lips. it wasn't because the request was something impossible. not at all. in fact, it was something she had been wanting to due to curiosity, but at the same time ... the MAGTINUDE of this seemingly simple demand lied in the fact that she knew just how much of an INTIMATE act it was. how important and sensitive these parts of him were to the halovian. how vulnerable it was, almost akin to the STELLARON SCAR spread all over her chest.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β and he asked her. HER, of all people. despite knowing what she was capable of, despite being well aware of how this very form of hers signified. a vessel of destruction, the man-made weapon, the one destined to FIGHT, to bleed, to hurt β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β a breath was caught in her lungs, and gloved hands laid themselves upon her lap. they were trembling slightly. hesitation. it was not because she did not want to β of course not, of course not ! she wanted to β to hold him, to touch him, to cherish him ...
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β the TREMOR in her hands increased, and gloved digits curled inwardly, golden hues lifting to meet his own moonlit ones. her voice, usually steady and warm, cracked at the very edge. a question, a hint of fear ... β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β would i be okay ? someone like me ... ?
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β what if i hurt you ?
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β what if i taint them ...
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β what if i break them ... β
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β " ... even with hands like mine ? "