(hopefully im not late i was putting away groceries lol-) Truly, holding a candle for the Warrior of Light was a test of self control. Given what he'd read regarding the various adventures and connections WoL had experienced prior to him forming the Crystarium, he'd known that he was not the only one holding a torch for the vaulted hero. Haurchefant, Aymeric, so on and so forth - he was one of many. Even when his feelings had been reciprocated, G'raha understood WoL was a target of the affection of many. But it was different when he was witnessed said affections day in and day out! Aymeric sending another invitation for dinner, a wink from Thancred, a poetic line from Urianger, Estinien doing something heroic before leaping away to avoid speaking on it further - even a clumsy flirtation in another language from Hancock! G'raha knows he's one of many, but try not to forget him among your sea of would-be suitors, okay..? (lime)
A century of life and yet G'raha found himself fidgeting like an adolscent.
The anxious swish of his tail, the stiff rigidity of his ears, the twitch of his fingers, all while he watched you bid farewell to an especially flustered-looking Koana, a meeting of goodwill now concluded. To maintain his own inner peace, he just minded that perhaps his green bespectacled counterpart's red cravat was a bit tighter than usual today rather than be caused by more amorous intentions.
And yet, the moment you appeared before him, your demeanor chipper, instinct won over experience.
His hand shot out first, his words in close pursuit.
"A thousand and more apologies for this shameless display. However--!"
He spoke in a rush, hurried by lovelorn affection, matched by the way his arms moved to circle around you in a tight embrace.
Your neck served as the perfect spot for him to bury his face in, heat blooming across his cheeks far more than the humid heat of Tural could cause, all as he confessed,
