[ His touch always feels much warmer than it really is — now more than ever, maybe. Like's she's said to several among their number, words like these aren't the kind of thing that typically stir her heart. The honeyed words that belong in fairy tales and books about romance are a dime a dozen, often offered without real heart behind it.
But Yi Sang is different, and always has been. Instead, that and I, you, settles the faint dread she'd been beginning to feel. The brush of first his knuckles, and then his lips at her cheek, feather light as it is, feel as though two halves of a whole slotting together. Her eyelashes flutter at the contact, endeared by the chaste, innocent quality of his affection... and grateful to finally see it for the first time.
Yingying isn't the type to doubt in others — if this is what he's chosen to say, then she's sure no small amount of deliberation and consideration was made in preparation. She doesn't need to ask are you sure, or what do you mean? The knit between her brows gives way to relief, plain and heartfelt.
When he draws back, her calm smile is there to meet his. ]
Mmhm.... [ She hums in acknowledgement, goading a little, hands reaching out to pat around near his chest like she had at the ceremony, as if she's going to uncover some secret notes he'd written to himself on what to say. When nothing turns up, she lets her hands rest there anyway, fingers drumming idly. ] Any other romantic lines like that you've been waiting to drop on me? You can keep going...
[ I am yours. She likes the sound of that too much to not try coaxing out more sweet nothings — sweet somethings? — out of him, thinking she deserves some special attention as a reward after all this time. Deserves to tease him a little, to make him similarly lay his heart down in the open, especially when he's finally become so forthcoming. Her arms snake around his waist, tilting up to look at him expectantly, a glint of mischief and affection shining there in her playful gaze. ]
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But Yi Sang is different, and always has been. Instead, that and I, you, settles the faint dread she'd been beginning to feel. The brush of first his knuckles, and then his lips at her cheek, feather light as it is, feel as though two halves of a whole slotting together. Her eyelashes flutter at the contact, endeared by the chaste, innocent quality of his affection... and grateful to finally see it for the first time.
Yingying isn't the type to doubt in others — if this is what he's chosen to say, then she's sure no small amount of deliberation and consideration was made in preparation. She doesn't need to ask are you sure, or what do you mean? The knit between her brows gives way to relief, plain and heartfelt.
When he draws back, her calm smile is there to meet his. ]
Mmhm.... [ She hums in acknowledgement, goading a little, hands reaching out to pat around near his chest like she had at the ceremony, as if she's going to uncover some secret notes he'd written to himself on what to say. When nothing turns up, she lets her hands rest there anyway, fingers drumming idly. ] Any other romantic lines like that you've been waiting to drop on me? You can keep going...
[ I am yours. She likes the sound of that too much to not try coaxing out more sweet nothings — sweet somethings? — out of him, thinking she deserves some special attention as a reward after all this time. Deserves to tease him a little, to make him similarly lay his heart down in the open, especially when he's finally become so forthcoming. Her arms snake around his waist, tilting up to look at him expectantly, a glint of mischief and affection shining there in her playful gaze. ]