IT ISN'T CLEAR TO HIM for what she wishes to apologise for; though it might have been a hell of her design, it was not of her making. he will not hold her accountable for those demons in her past, the creatures still haunting her dreams at night. they do not deserve to occupy any more space in her head, nor more of her time. while that past is part of her, a permanent wound on her heart, he will ensure it mends, as well as it can.
β whatever it is that you want. β
that statement gives him pause. she's offered this to him once before, to which he answered with similar consideration. he does not want her at his beck and call, to be solely concerned with his desires. it is her happiness that he wishes to partake in; to witness her smile, and her laughter, whether it is for the simplest pleasures, or the greatest joys; to understand her sorrows, and share in her rage... that is what he wants.
for the longest time, ramattra knew not what to name this feeling, but it is here, with her, bathed in the lights and music, that it dawns on him at last.
... perhaps i fell in love with you a long time ago.
his fingers twitch as a mixture of dread and anticipation colours his thoughts in that moment. it is... not a possibility he is used to considering, even remotely.
β ... I MEANT EVERY WORD OF IT, YUMINE. β he answers, inclining his head. it were as if he is taking a breath, before accepting the fall, β I WANT YOU, BY MY SIDE. β
