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MEME.   ( accepting !! )

In spite of being immersed in this level of social event since the day she was born, the young princess still found herself to be set on edge whenever she found herself surrounded by this volume of people, especially when more and more was expected of her with every day, month and year that passed. The growth of her confidence was just slow, slower than many of those around her; the judgmental and expectant stares of the Ball’s attendees were of no real use to the little girl’s progress as she looked upon the hand that had been offered her way.

Trailing from said hand upwards, pale green eyes found the face of the boy (who couldn’t have been much older than she herself was) it belonged to. For a moment or so, her nerves swallowed her whole, and she stalled, her gaze flitting between the boy and the hand waiting for her to take it. It was only when he smiled that Hisui was able to gather the courage to move forward - with a grace that many girls much older than her could not utilize - and allowed their fingers to intertwine.

Once pale cheeks shone a bright cherry pink as those around them watched on, and the need to disappear out of sight grew only stronger, along with the realisation that ‘disappearing’ was perhaps the most challenging thing to do in such an impressionable situation. Still, when the young heir drew her attention back to the Jellal, a small smile of her own spread out upon her lips. 

Setting eyes upon him for the first time in so long was equal parts a relief and a tragedy. To see him alive was a burden lifted from her that she had not noticed since many months after his disappearance. However, the to see what he had become (and hear the tales of how he had become) the man who stood before her now was enough to stamp out any positivity their situation held.

Part of her - that maternal, protective instinct that resided somewhere within her being - wanted to pull him into an embrace, to hold him tightly, as if such an act would be capable of relieving the weight of the years he had lived in her absence. Losing her childhood friend had been painful enough, but to know that he had been led down a path far darker than she could ever hope to imagine pained her more than anything else ever could.

For the sake of both parties' composure and professionalism, however, her acts were restrained, and such emotion was only visible as a tiny glimmer in her green doe-eyed gaze.