[ they do not sound even remotely apologetic, but they're also very genuinely fond in this bullying, so. there's that! as they're like reaching under their veil to wipe their eyes or adjust something, though... there's a little more stardust, this time a gentle shower of silver, and...
you are not someone so easily tongue tied.
you are, after all, silver tongued. you are a talker. someone with charisma, someone charming and clever, someone who tells stories and enraptures people, someone with quick wits and quicker fingers. you have found your way into situations and found your way back out of them a thousand times, but this is different.
you sit at a festival, on a grassy hill. something about it isn't quite right, but to you, it's still warm, and it's still home, and seeing him there makes your heart ache, in a way that's too big for your chest, in a way that has made you fumble, over and over, since you met this person. this interesting, fascinating, incredible person. it's a little dark at the edges, but that's okay - your sight has gotten better and worse in increments this week, your hearing just the same.
the two of you have a conversation. it skirts around its main point. you give him something, and you play it cool. it's an incredibly meaningful gift, and you joke like you always do as you give it. you don't tell him that you're pouring your heart out alongside with it, that this is the biggest feeling that you've ever known and, childishly, you are absolutely terrified he won't like it -
- but... he does.
he does, he really likes it, and he sniffles when he says so, and then he cracks a little joke and you think i am in love with you and then you just say it out loud.
it's so embarrassing that you think you might die, at first. that you might just melt into the floor as your tongue goes ahead of your brain and you feel as exposed as if you've just run naked down the street of a city. your face colors immediately, scarlet red, but you run with it and you keep running your mouth, to try and save it, again. you pull your hand back, embarrassed, as you finish, and decide to shut up while the shutting up is good.
he blinks at you, and then he laughs and ducks his head, clearly just as flustered, and where you let go, he reaches back out and slides his hand into yours again, and starts to talk.
... and as he's talking to you, you realize very quickly that though you're both idiots, that maybe you've fumbled your way successfully through this after all.
... aquila seems momentarily stunned by this memory, actually. for once in their life they appear to be too flustered to speak. ]
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they're laughing harder ]
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Hurtful! Hurtful, Aquila.
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[ they do not sound even remotely apologetic, but they're also very genuinely fond in this bullying, so. there's that! as they're like reaching under their veil to wipe their eyes or adjust something, though... there's a little more stardust, this time a gentle shower of silver, and...
... aquila seems momentarily stunned by this memory, actually. for once in their life they appear to be too flustered to speak. ]
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Ohhhh, I see...
[what does he see]
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Hey! Hey! Turnabout is fair play!
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they grab his cheek and pinch it ]
Unlike you, 'm not gonna ramble for a hundred years in front of someone attractive!
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No, just for fifty years, probably—!
[laughing like a gremlin]
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[ this is very playful though, as they pinch his cheek a little longer and then let go, giving it a little gentle slap pat. ]
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Nooo promises!
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So, tall dark and handsome is your type, huh? You into being hung upside down by your ankles? [ AQUILA ]
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Shut up! It's not like that! I didn't ask him to do it or anything!
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Uh-huh. Probably wouldn't complain if he did, would you.
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[...]
My fiance.
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[ probably. ] ...congratulations, though. Hey, talk about a funny story to tell people how you met.
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Might want to save the congratulations until after I get him out of here.
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their tone changes quickly, softening, the frown obvious. ]
Right. [ ... ] Well, I've got - [ ... ] got faith, in you guys. You've just gotta make it through.
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You sure that's a good idea for you to say?
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Let's just keep it a secret, but - that's not really me helping you any! Just saying. Faith's not worth shit, in the end.
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[and as such:]
Thanks, Aquila.
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[ genuine warmth, in that. ] What're you gonna do when I take this thing off and I'm hot? You're never gonna talk to me again.
[ ruins this nice moment immediately by being a gremlin ]
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Did I perhaps miss you falling and hitting your head in the two or three minutes since I said I'm engaged?
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