[ She blinks once, twice in surprise when Thoma boops her on the nose, but soon she feels warmth blooming on her cheeks, all the way up to the tips of her pointed ears at what he reminds her of, at the way her gaze quickly snaps to the sight of his neck. She's halfway to protesting, denying, saying that he started it, but she turns her her head to avert that gaze and instead finds the smitten look on Diluc's face.
Spirits. They might truly ruin her, one of these days.
With the reminder of the heated kisses and words she shared with Thoma, though, comes the reminder of how she let her worries get the best of her— and of her unspoken promise to give this wonderful, precious love they have all found in each other her everything, just as he does. She wants to move forward with them, too, if they'll truly have her. Her hands tighten around both of theirs as she ducks her head and draws in a deep breath. This time, she will not let her fears stand in the way of showing these two wonderful men - her sunshine and her moonlight - the warmth that and guiding light that they so beautifully show her each time that they soothe her uneasy soul.
Well. It's alright, she didn't get to prepare dessert, anyway. ]
We can sit by the fire...
[ Slowly, she rises from her seat and, with her hands still entwined with theirs, she leads them both towards where cushions are strewn about on the floor by the fire. There, she lets go of their hands and takes a seat on one of the pillows, pulling her legs to rest on one side of her as her hands then take to fidgeting with the hem of her dress. It occurs to her, then, that she doesn't know how to have this conversation, and that's when she looks up at Thoma, who's always been the one to take care of her and Diluc when it comes to talking things out, well-spoken as he is. But if her partners have already taken that next step, then it falls to her to join them there. Perhaps she can speak up, this time— ]
I... I don't want to worry about what might happen if we wake up from this, anymore. I want to give you all of me while we're here, too... um... if you'll have me... [ A beat, then: ] S—Sorry, I don't really know what I'm saying—
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Spirits. They might truly ruin her, one of these days.
With the reminder of the heated kisses and words she shared with Thoma, though, comes the reminder of how she let her worries get the best of her— and of her unspoken promise to give this wonderful, precious love they have all found in each other her everything, just as he does. She wants to move forward with them, too, if they'll truly have her. Her hands tighten around both of theirs as she ducks her head and draws in a deep breath. This time, she will not let her fears stand in the way of showing these two wonderful men - her sunshine and her moonlight - the warmth that and guiding light that they so beautifully show her each time that they soothe her uneasy soul.
Well. It's alright, she didn't get to prepare dessert, anyway. ]
We can sit by the fire...
[ Slowly, she rises from her seat and, with her hands still entwined with theirs, she leads them both towards where cushions are strewn about on the floor by the fire. There, she lets go of their hands and takes a seat on one of the pillows, pulling her legs to rest on one side of her as her hands then take to fidgeting with the hem of her dress. It occurs to her, then, that she doesn't know how to have this conversation, and that's when she looks up at Thoma, who's always been the one to take care of her and Diluc when it comes to talking things out, well-spoken as he is. But if her partners have already taken that next step, then it falls to her to join them there. Perhaps she can speak up, this time— ]
I... I don't want to worry about what might happen if we wake up from this, anymore. I want to give you all of me while we're here, too... um... if you'll have me... [ A beat, then: ] S—Sorry, I don't really know what I'm saying—
[ please help ]