12-12-2017, 06:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-12-2017, 06:16 PM by PhantomUnderYourDesk.)
Shiva practically leaned into that hug of his. HARD. Not only because she was still somewhat tired from being soft-forced to get out of bed (for her) so damn eeeeaaaaarly, but also because how this whole things they've been discussing here was highly sensitive terrain for her despite how relieving and sweet and new this whole thing was, as well as even - especially - in such vulnerable and uncertain situations he remained present as the strong shoulder she can always lean on if she felt the need to do so for an reason she think of. (Does Cottonee react to this in any way, @Iron, or...does she get squeezed in this hug?!)
So, if she understood things correctly, Ven would...would...have nothing against dating her if she'd ask him whether he would like to be her thkjtzbds...? Whoahw. Such an assurance, as well as his stressing on the fact that nothing changes in a wrong direction because of what occured, caused her to smile thankfully and sweetly in that hug; for a peaceful moment not minding in the slightest that outside the door and the window, the world was moving on. She kept and returned to him a slightly honed down version of that smile in her expression when Ven carefully ended the hug and gave her his own smile. It was true, Shiva will never grew tired of such a sight.
The eagerness, coy anticipation, shy hope, thankfullness, and joy now present in her emotions where very subtle audible in her voice. "I'll... Let us give it time. ...dear. Can I...can I, ehm...call you like that as well, from time to time? It's not like something's rushing us, and eventually time may tell what becomes of us two. We can talk later, or maybe eventually I am... I don't mind the age gap at all. Dad's five, almost six years older than Mum as well, and it never gave problems in any way." At this point, displaying how she's thankful for him being present and having managed to speak themselves out without drama or fuss, she gave him another soft kiss, this time on the cheek though.
She also let him head for a shower while stretching her arms in tiredness, before she continued and conducted with her own morning rituals. This involved feeding her Pokemon, while observing them digging into their food while she repeats the lyrics of the Skirl once in a joyful voice in her mind.
"Anything can be art. Anything can be self-expression. Now take your weapon and run with it" [Gerard Way]
--Windos is my OTP ❤---
`❤★`°・:*:・。
。・:*:・゚’★❤`
--Windos is my OTP ❤---
`❤★`°・:*:・。
。・:*:・゚’★❤`


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