Away from the eyes of other Hathaway members it is far easier for Hayame to show what to her is vulnerability, a weakness that could be exploited. He knows what to say, and though he had told her before that he was not gifted with words, he seems so much more skilled when she compares it to her own competency. It’s easier to let the worries die, even if only temporarily, in favor of the mix comfort and relief, of kissing him back, pressing her forehead to his own and letting out a shuddering breath.
Breathe.
All things ended. He was a god, she was all too mortal, and she had always known that this was... whatever it was, it could simply be a fleeting thing, gone before she knew it by death or transfer or even change of affections, like the poems her master had always loved about the ephemeral. But until then-]
Know that I am glad you are back.
[She needed to say it, before she lost the courage. That she viewed him as important. That she... cared, even if she found public displays of such to be yet shameful. Tried to prevent the pent up energy and emotions from manifesting in restless hooves and too-shallow breath as she anxiously twined her fingers with his... and guided them to her hips, just beneath the deerskin belted about her waist.
Or, what would be her hips if she had two legs, and not dun-colored equine shoulders.]
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Away from the eyes of other Hathaway members it is far easier for Hayame to show what to her is vulnerability, a weakness that could be exploited. He knows what to say, and though he had told her before that he was not gifted with words, he seems so much more skilled when she compares it to her own competency. It’s easier to let the worries die, even if only temporarily, in favor of the mix comfort and relief, of kissing him back, pressing her forehead to his own and letting out a shuddering breath.
Breathe.
All things ended. He was a god, she was all too mortal, and she had always known that this was... whatever it was, it could simply be a fleeting thing, gone before she knew it by death or transfer or even change of affections, like the poems her master had always loved about the ephemeral. But until then-]
Know that I am glad you are back.
[She needed to say it, before she lost the courage. That she viewed him as important. That she... cared, even if she found public displays of such to be yet shameful. Tried to prevent the pent up energy and emotions from manifesting in restless hooves and too-shallow breath as she anxiously twined her fingers with his... and guided them to her hips, just beneath the deerskin belted about her waist.
Or, what would be her hips if she had two legs, and not dun-colored equine shoulders.]