#fairyponds

her words don't do much to ease the beat of vivian's heart. head bobs in response. "i do." despite the uncertainty of saniye's question, lips curl upwards in a reassuring smile. "i don't like to say things that i don't mean, and i think it's about time i told you."

the  analyst  desk  echoes  behind  her  as  her  mic  finally  falls  to  her  waist,  quickly  taken  by  staff  and  thanked  for  her  work  today.  aylin's  left  to  trail  behind  the  winning  team  of  the  day,  keeping  a  respectable  distance  though  her  eyes  find  themselves  looking  at  the  back  of  one  player's  head.  two  hours  ago,  the  other  caster's  had  joked  about  her  commitment  to  betting  on  one  particular  team,  like  she'd  wormed  her  way  into  becoming  some  kind  of  lucky  charm.  not  that  she's  brazen  enough  to  entertain  that.  somewhere  in  the  shuffle  off  of  the  stage,  she  bumps  into  him,  eyes  quickly  glancing  up.  “sorry,”  she  murmurs,  offering  a  smile  jaehyuk's  way.  “good  game  today.  i  think  i  could  hear  the  crowd  chanting  your  name  more  than  just  a  few  times  back  there.”