#she soft

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She had been smiling to herself about nothing as she browsed the items in the shop, or so she’d thought anyway. Just minding her own business, you know? But the shopkeeper had thrown a teasing remark her way about it and caught her off guard.

            “You look like a girl with a someone special on her mind. Who is it~?”

Lisanna had, of course, denied having any sort of special someone ( with her cheeks turning pink at the sudden thoughts jumping to mind ) and she continued to deny it all the way through her purchase…but now that she was on her way back to her apartment, free from the knowing eyes of those around…she caught herself smiling again.

She clipped her brand-new keychain to her set of keys and admired it as it rested in her hand. In the shape of a small, flying dragon silhouette, the shiny, black stone glinted in the light, with little red gems serving as the eyes.

Smiling warmly at it, she clutched it tight in her hand and wondered what her friend might think of it. She thought it was cute herself, and a nice reminder of him to have around, but she couldn’t be sure of his reaction. He was a hard one to read at times.

She sighed at that, but recalled the glimpses she’d gotten of beneath his masks. She supposed there would be plenty of people who thought him to be an all too serious type. He was certainly a hard worker, always putting in the long hours and doing whatever he could for the sake of others ( something she could admire, honestly, even if it made her worry for him ).

He was so kind, and always gentle with her; his fingertips had been featherlight against her skin when he had skimmed them along her arm, and tucked her hair behind her ear that time. Being able to help him get some much-needed sleep had been reward enough on its own, but to have such tender touches come about from it…

A smile shaped her lips as she turned her eyes up to the sky. The sun was warm and comforting, yet she had a feeling that even if the weather had been terrible, she still would have felt some warmth, simply fuelled by the memories floating in her mind.

How unexpected it was, to have him be such a presence in her life. She found she could hardly imagine not having him in it. Messaging him or calling him, or seeing him in person, it all seemed so natural now. Talking with him had come so easy, she thought, perhaps because they had both shared rather lighthearted topics to begin with, random thoughts and almost nonsensical questions. Shifting into deeper conversations…she knew there was still some work to be done on that, but if he was willing to open up, then so was she ( even if the thought was still scary ).

He had a lot on his mind, that was the impression she got. He held a lot to himself, but he was not cold. No, she could picture the warmth in his eyes clearly, she could remember glimpses of his smiles too. Smiles she wished she could see more of and have aimed her way.

He was so…pretty. She almost giggled at the thought, sure he would have something to say if she ever mentioned that’s what she thought ( she might even get a blush out of him, if she was lucky ). And she was sure she could happily spend an entire day playing with the soft strands of his hair, running her fingers through it, and stroking gently.

Such an action calmed her, and she hoped it would do the same for him too. His was a comforting presence, reassuring. Did he think the same of her? Perhaps it was better not to know what he thought of her, on second thought…

I don't have anything useful to say, just wanted to say hi 💖

Hi Clara!

If you think the asks I get are useful, then you haven’t been paying attention 🤣🤣🤣