[ He shouldn't act so surprised, but she manages to keep him on his toes all over again when she tug tugs him out of the kitchen, past the living room and around the corner towards the stairs. His bedroom's towards the end of the hall, the moonlight casts enough light for them to move around in. He'd stared at her as he follows all the way up here, wondering what she she was planning all the way to the point where she instructs him to have a seat on the bed.
It's less him being confused and more, once again, watching on with a sense of wonder when she eludes to the moon, the halfway open doors to the balcony framing the Shirasagi Himegimi with the soft glow of the lamp in the room accentuating her. That's when it hits him...a feeling that may as well be nostalgic at this point. An 'escape' from the palace as they ran away and took a train to another part of Kyoto. When they found that gazebo to hide away together and talk. Not even the pull of the 'month of love's heat was enough to disturb them in the moment that followed.
In the moment that returns here and now when she beckons him watch. Keep his eyes on her. Always. ]
....
[ And so he does, leaning back on his hands as his soft mako-infused blues hold true to her graceful and elegant form. Her method of song and dance was unlike anything he's seen before. There was nothing extravagant or over the top about it. It wasn't with the same pizazz one would come to expect from the finer night life of Midgar's Wall Market. And yet...as she hums, then sings, her fan creating snowflakes that glisten beneath the moon's guiding light,
It's because it's none of those things. Her dance isn't loud. It isn't over the top. It's enough that he can't help but be taken back to that feeling he got in his chest, heart hammering wildly as he fought not to stand up too soon. As he fought not to just close what little distance remained to kiss her amidst the symbol at her feet and the flourish of whirling snow. He wanted to preserve this. It was worth looping time for if it meant Ayaka's happiest day of her life could continue. She made every step count. Every lyric that guided her along to the beat as she looked like an unreachable princess.
He never stopped believing it, yet it felt like Ayaka was challenging him to witness her again for the very first time. Perceive her again for the very first time. Recognize just how beautiful she really was for the very first time. And relive it. Relive this feeling of falling in love as hard as he did for her. So much so that when she finishes, he slowly rises from where he's sitting. Just the same way as he did in that gazebo that fateful night, calmly closing what little distance is between the bed and the balcony where she awaits. ]
Always there...
[ Her encouraging words. Her cute smile. Every single memory she's engraved in his heart. Her love. It's always there. ]
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[ He shouldn't act so surprised, but she manages to keep him on his toes all over again when she tug tugs him out of the kitchen, past the living room and around the corner towards the stairs. His bedroom's towards the end of the hall, the moonlight casts enough light for them to move around in. He'd stared at her as he follows all the way up here, wondering what she she was planning all the way to the point where she instructs him to have a seat on the bed.
It's less him being confused and more, once again, watching on with a sense of wonder when she eludes to the moon, the halfway open doors to the balcony framing the Shirasagi Himegimi with the soft glow of the lamp in the room accentuating her. That's when it hits him...a feeling that may as well be nostalgic at this point. An 'escape' from the palace as they ran away and took a train to another part of Kyoto. When they found that gazebo to hide away together and talk. Not even the pull of the 'month of love's heat was enough to disturb them in the moment that followed.
In the moment that returns here and now when she beckons him watch. Keep his eyes on her. Always. ]
....
[ And so he does, leaning back on his hands as his soft mako-infused blues hold true to her graceful and elegant form. Her method of song and dance was unlike anything he's seen before. There was nothing extravagant or over the top about it. It wasn't with the same pizazz one would come to expect from the finer night life of Midgar's Wall Market. And yet...as she hums, then sings, her fan creating snowflakes that glisten beneath the moon's guiding light,
It's because it's none of those things. Her dance isn't loud. It isn't over the top. It's enough that he can't help but be taken back to that feeling he got in his chest, heart hammering wildly as he fought not to stand up too soon. As he fought not to just close what little distance remained to kiss her amidst the symbol at her feet and the flourish of whirling snow. He wanted to preserve this. It was worth looping time for if it meant Ayaka's happiest day of her life could continue. She made every step count. Every lyric that guided her along to the beat as she looked like an unreachable princess.
He never stopped believing it, yet it felt like Ayaka was challenging him to witness her again for the very first time. Perceive her again for the very first time. Recognize just how beautiful she really was for the very first time. And relive it. Relive this feeling of falling in love as hard as he did for her. So much so that when she finishes, he slowly rises from where he's sitting. Just the same way as he did in that gazebo that fateful night, calmly closing what little distance is between the bed and the balcony where she awaits. ]
Always there...
[ Her encouraging words. Her cute smile. Every single memory she's engraved in his heart. Her love. It's always there. ]