perfectmatch | week two

[Oh! That's so charming. Furina twirls Ringo and Ringo moves with the motion, directed by Furina's easy grace and poise, and is laughing when they come together.]

Good!

[They come back together. Furina's hand moves a little lower, and Ringo's slides in a little, towards the curve of her neck. It's hard to say if Ringo is even aware she's doing it, but. It's fine.

Certainly, the touch at her lower back keeps her all the closer to Furina as they move back into step.]

The last thing I'd wanna do is slow you down.

[It's... hard for her to come up with words to describe this, but nonetheless, it feels important.]

Better if we're side-by-side, yeah?

[Walking in step with someone is almost completely new to her. Even her newly forged bonds often come with strange paces. Furina sometimes feels like she's running a completely different race to catch up with a destination that'll already have moved by the time she arrives. It's fine to walk at different paces or over different terrains, but to be parallel to someone for any amount of time feels so new and so tempting.

Professional, still, far too professional to get distracted or fall out, Furina nevertheless finds herself as the one who can't break Ringo's gaze as they begin to sway slightly side to side. Her hands fuss a little more, though they never stray too far from proper placement.]

How far do you think we'll accompany me? [It's only been a couple of weeks...not even that, really. For someone who could only recently think about having a future, this is a question Furina must ask. Perhaps neither of them truly know, and that would be fine...but she needs and wants to hear it.]

[How far... that's a really good question. All this time...

They sway together, Furina's fingers featherlight against her, and Ringo pauses to consider the new and exciting sensations she's feeling and thinks--]

... I've got some time, you know. I fulfilled my directive, saw it through, and now...

[For as long as Aion allows, she's got this body, and she can just be Ringo.]

What I'm saying is... I've got a lot of freedom. So maybe at the end of all of this, we could stick together for a little longer.

[Even if it's only a little while longer, even if Furina finds her match and changes her mind--a little while longer sounds nice.]

["I've got a lot of freedom" does make her smile. Ringo sees the possibility in that, not the emptiness... Furina wonders if things might have been different if she knew her before. But then Ringo would have also known her before, and this would be different. They wouldn't have met in a position where they could both enjoy newfound freedom.

Maybe Ringo would understand that, too.

After all, freedom doesn't mean having to accept being alone.]

How does it feel, now, knowing you've done everything that you were asked to do? Was it hard?

[She's not sure if she means the tasks themselves or adapting to the freedom afterward. Her fingers clench a little, like she's holding the question of the future between them.]

[Ah. It's funny. Nobody's asked her that question, despite Ringo thinking it's an obvious one. How does it feel? Was it hard?

Yes, it was hard.

It feels--]

... For a little while, I was adjusting to the idea.

[Ringo's fingers remain light in Furina's and against her body, but there's a tension to her body beneath Furina's fingers.]

My directive was done. My companions left to pursue their own goals. I had to figure out who Ringo was. The Ringo who wasn't saving the world.

[Maybe the words come easier because Furina looks... like she understands. Because Furina asked the right questions.]

You know, I think I'm still learning that, too. But I'm also excited. Does that make sense? Even if it's a big mystery to me, I'm excited to see where I end up with it.

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