[ For Anabel, it's almost as if she forgot she didn't choose to say it at this point. All she's thinking about is the two of them and what he'd said or... well, thought. He's not vulnerable with her; she'll always be an anchor and a rock or even a wall when need be. He's safe with her.
...but she wants to know so terribly now and those thoughts of her own are transmitted. Her worries, maybe. I hope so. Small and simple, but lacking fears of him not feeling that way and in hand, non-verbally admitting that if he doesn't, that she can live with that, too.
She doesn't want to push, but she's not thinking of that. Of being here or how this city is playing games with them. All she's thinking of is him and hearing that she matters just as much to him.
He doesn't repeat himself nor did she expect him to and it clearly upsets her internally with the oh present to some degree, but the rest of her features quickly betray that. She knows the kind of person he is and if she's lucky he'll say it again sometime. So, she quickly looks around them to make certain they're alone before dipping in to kiss his cheek. ]
Thank you. [ Not for saying that, but for what he feels. There's a certain gratitude she feels for that, but more because of the opportunity he has given her. That he is telling her something intimate in public and that he's opening up for her, offering her the very real possibility of wounding him by doing so. ] ...ah, so. Oranges, perhaps?
[ The smile she wears isn't overpowering, but there's something soft and secret to it. A hidden joy that's just for them. Her face still flushed and her heart racing. I wish my heart would slow down a little, though her confession falls on his ears, too, as she goes for not an orange but a grapefruit. It's different and she figures maybe it's like an orange? It's large enough that it can be shared.
And her mind keeps running as she gazes back at him, slowly shuffling away from the aisle. They should get champagne or something right? Or would that be too strange? ]
what are those
...but she wants to know so terribly now and those thoughts of her own are transmitted. Her worries, maybe. I hope so. Small and simple, but lacking fears of him not feeling that way and in hand, non-verbally admitting that if he doesn't, that she can live with that, too.
She doesn't want to push, but she's not thinking of that. Of being here or how this city is playing games with them. All she's thinking of is him and hearing that she matters just as much to him.
He doesn't repeat himself nor did she expect him to and it clearly upsets her internally with the oh present to some degree, but the rest of her features quickly betray that. She knows the kind of person he is and if she's lucky he'll say it again sometime. So, she quickly looks around them to make certain they're alone before dipping in to kiss his cheek. ]
Thank you. [ Not for saying that, but for what he feels. There's a certain gratitude she feels for that, but more because of the opportunity he has given her. That he is telling her something intimate in public and that he's opening up for her, offering her the very real possibility of wounding him by doing so. ] ...ah, so. Oranges, perhaps?
[ The smile she wears isn't overpowering, but there's something soft and secret to it. A hidden joy that's just for them. Her face still flushed and her heart racing. I wish my heart would slow down a little, though her confession falls on his ears, too, as she goes for not an orange but a grapefruit. It's different and she figures maybe it's like an orange? It's large enough that it can be shared.
And her mind keeps running as she gazes back at him, slowly shuffling away from the aisle. They should get champagne or something right? Or would that be too strange? ]