[ Her gaze lowers, smile wry, when his apology reaches her ears. It's a little — embarrassing, unexpectedly, to have it come out like this. She's never been in a true romance before, didn't know what to expect when it came to actually confessing. She'd tried to do it in her own way, and now things have turned like this. Her ears feel a little hot with... it's not shame, but it's not fluster, either. Maybe it's guilt, for having it come to this. Slowly, she brings up a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, conflicted over what to say.
If he's sorry, is it simply because he didn't know? He can be so blunt and forward; it's one of the refreshing qualities of his personality. But it's hard to tell if the apology is offered solely because he thinks he might have offended her, or if it comes bearing a greater reason, like affections of his own.
In the end, she can't think of a response to his last words, nothing more than a quiet hum, carried on the wind through the blooms. A contemplative stretch of silence washes over the two of them — her gaze still fixated elsewhere. ]
Haha. Just when I thought you weren't going to puzzle it out before the end...
[ She had tried the genuine and straightforward route at the ceremony, the teasing route, the overtly flirtatious route by getting into his space... to no avail. She'd thought that his reactions, or lack thereof, could be the result of only two things: 1) he was truly too oblivious to catch on, or 2) he was only deferring to her advances, not accepting them.
Before she goes on, she has to take a deep breath in through her nose, steeling herself. ]
Is it so surprising? That I would be fond of you.
[ There's a note of dry humor to the words, but they're strained with emotion too, taut with the uncertainty of what words will come from him next. Yet, it's the most direct reference to the topic at hand she's made thus far, no longer wanting to skirt around or leave room for further misunderstanding. Yes, he's right... she had laid her heart bare for him, even if he's only stumbled across it now. ]
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If he's sorry, is it simply because he didn't know? He can be so blunt and forward; it's one of the refreshing qualities of his personality. But it's hard to tell if the apology is offered solely because he thinks he might have offended her, or if it comes bearing a greater reason, like affections of his own.
In the end, she can't think of a response to his last words, nothing more than a quiet hum, carried on the wind through the blooms. A contemplative stretch of silence washes over the two of them — her gaze still fixated elsewhere. ]
Haha. Just when I thought you weren't going to puzzle it out before the end...
[ She had tried the genuine and straightforward route at the ceremony, the teasing route, the overtly flirtatious route by getting into his space... to no avail. She'd thought that his reactions, or lack thereof, could be the result of only two things: 1) he was truly too oblivious to catch on, or 2) he was only deferring to her advances, not accepting them.
Before she goes on, she has to take a deep breath in through her nose, steeling herself. ]
Is it so surprising? That I would be fond of you.
[ There's a note of dry humor to the words, but they're strained with emotion too, taut with the uncertainty of what words will come from him next. Yet, it's the most direct reference to the topic at hand she's made thus far, no longer wanting to skirt around or leave room for further misunderstanding. Yes, he's right... she had laid her heart bare for him, even if he's only stumbled across it now. ]