[ aquila would also love to rip this veil off of his face!!!
it's bittersweet - it fits the story they found themselves walking in to, in some retrospects. there's a barrier, there, something preventing reunion, a responsibility and a duty. aquila's no stranger to either, but the old stories about being able to watch someone from afar that you love, unable to reach them almost all of the time... they resonate more than they ever really have before. that distant kind of love is beautiful on paper. in reality, it's hard not to be greedy.
he sets her down slowly, hands still at her waist. an exit to the portrait opens behind them, but for the moment, he lets it be, and holds on just as tight, leaning over a little and eventually just pressing their foreheads together, settling like that among all the stars. another little snatched moment. another little peach blossom spring.
he's the first to speak, maybe unsurprisingly. quietly, though. ] I like the sound of that word. Baobei. [ i love it when you say it, even if he can't say that, has to play like he's never heard it in his life, like it doesn't touch in all the right places of love and patriotism and all the things that make aquila - well. that make him who he is. ]
It's a word that... has meant a lot to me, in the past.
[she says finally, keeping their foreheads together. there's a long pause, as she tries to sort out what she feels, what she wants to say. none of it, it seems, not like this. but. the feelings, she'll take. it's just another little piece of resolve. she wants out of here, and she'll get them out.
she finally pulls away just a little. not far.]
You were supposed to get me coffee. [she teases, soft.] We should leave, before the birds attack us or something.
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it's bittersweet - it fits the story they found themselves walking in to, in some retrospects. there's a barrier, there, something preventing reunion, a responsibility and a duty. aquila's no stranger to either, but the old stories about being able to watch someone from afar that you love, unable to reach them almost all of the time... they resonate more than they ever really have before. that distant kind of love is beautiful on paper. in reality, it's hard not to be greedy.
he sets her down slowly, hands still at her waist. an exit to the portrait opens behind them, but for the moment, he lets it be, and holds on just as tight, leaning over a little and eventually just pressing their foreheads together, settling like that among all the stars. another little snatched moment. another little peach blossom spring.
he's the first to speak, maybe unsurprisingly. quietly, though. ] I like the sound of that word. Baobei. [ i love it when you say it, even if he can't say that, has to play like he's never heard it in his life, like it doesn't touch in all the right places of love and patriotism and all the things that make aquila - well. that make him who he is. ]
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[she says finally, keeping their foreheads together. there's a long pause, as she tries to sort out what she feels, what she wants to say. none of it, it seems, not like this. but. the feelings, she'll take. it's just another little piece of resolve. she wants out of here, and she'll get them out.
she finally pulls away just a little. not far.]
You were supposed to get me coffee. [she teases, soft.] We should leave, before the birds attack us or something.