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[ She's nervous, of course. Nervous as anyone else be in this situation after making a decision, because there is still a quiet, hesitant part of her that questions if this is the right choice to make at all. Yes, she knows that she might never get another chance, that he might vanish from this world entirely and she won't ever have said what she has wished to say to him, but the risk to actually saying it is that she might turn everything they've built together on its head. She could ruin them. she could ruin what they have, this pleasant status quo, this relationship where they are just friends.
Because the choice she's made is to actually tell him what she feels for him. Because she knows that in her heart, she won't ever be satisfied.
Isn't it ironic, that she would fall for someone that, a month or so ago, she said they were both students to the great lessons of love?
Mythra had been learning too this entire time.
And Mythra had fallen in love with him from afar, just as easily as Pyra had. They are the same person, after all. ]
Come with me...!
[ It's springtime in Chroma, with its completely blue skies and wisps of clouds and the budding warmth of a promising sun upon her skin. She's taking him by both hands, leading him towards the forest and into it-- one of the more well-traveled paths, of course, where the dangers are less and the various washes of color are more vibrant. There's a clearing at the end of this path that others have found before, one that's probably well known by now to be dusted with flowers of all sorts, as if it had once been someone's garden years ago. Yet even if he may have been here before, she's urging him as if she has something new to show him. ] This way, this way!
[ Oh, and how she smiles as she pulls him along; there's almost a hum in her tone, an added lightness in her step, and a glimmer of light in her crimson eyes as she looks at him. And perhaps he's noticed by now how this is the way she often looks at him, that this sort of look is something he might have caught on occasion and she would simply color thereafter and quickly look away.
...And should he have been especially perceptive, that this look is something she's only given to him. ] It's a secret, so I can't tell you what it is until we get there.
Because the choice she's made is to actually tell him what she feels for him. Because she knows that in her heart, she won't ever be satisfied.
Isn't it ironic, that she would fall for someone that, a month or so ago, she said they were both students to the great lessons of love?
Mythra had been learning too this entire time.
And Mythra had fallen in love with him from afar, just as easily as Pyra had. They are the same person, after all. ]
Come with me...!
[ It's springtime in Chroma, with its completely blue skies and wisps of clouds and the budding warmth of a promising sun upon her skin. She's taking him by both hands, leading him towards the forest and into it-- one of the more well-traveled paths, of course, where the dangers are less and the various washes of color are more vibrant. There's a clearing at the end of this path that others have found before, one that's probably well known by now to be dusted with flowers of all sorts, as if it had once been someone's garden years ago. Yet even if he may have been here before, she's urging him as if she has something new to show him. ] This way, this way!
[ Oh, and how she smiles as she pulls him along; there's almost a hum in her tone, an added lightness in her step, and a glimmer of light in her crimson eyes as she looks at him. And perhaps he's noticed by now how this is the way she often looks at him, that this sort of look is something he might have caught on occasion and she would simply color thereafter and quickly look away.
...And should he have been especially perceptive, that this look is something she's only given to him. ] It's a secret, so I can't tell you what it is until we get there.