[Wow, him making that face makes her feel like she just got punched in the gut. Is that allowed? Who let him look like that?
She means to clarify about the kiss, but staring directly into that grin has rendered her brainless. Only him pulling out the notebook grabs her attention, and her eyes go wide with wonder as she regards the bookmark that peeks out from it.]
You...wrote about me? Really? [Awe and some disbelief, though not in bad faith. She's just— surprised? And it does something funny to her emotionally, something swelling and overwhelming before she even reads the damn thing.
Of course she wants to read it. She slips her finger against the bookmark to open the notebook up to that page.]
—hey, it matches mine. [Lights and Shadows. That's so cute. It's more than cute, actually, but she gets caught up in reading the rest before she can linger on that.
This poem says some things that catch in the back of Sayori's head. Loose threads snagging unpleasantly on sharp hooks as they drag across her mind. She ignores them, because this isn't the first thing on this island that's given her that feeling, and they're not as important right now as everything else. Everything else being the absolutely crushing mass of affection inside of her, of course, and things that she definitely starts to remember about this poem. Things that she remembers about Mista, because they're the same thing. Reading someone's writing is like getting to know them.
The feeling is like the first time she read it at the same time that it's comforting familiarity, the feeling of having read something so many times that you've memorized it.
When she's done, she exhales a sharp, rattling breath. Lifts her head, lifts her hand, and then grabs his chin and turns his face toward her so that she can kiss him, deep and lingering.]
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She means to clarify about the kiss, but staring directly into that grin has rendered her brainless. Only him pulling out the notebook grabs her attention, and her eyes go wide with wonder as she regards the bookmark that peeks out from it.]
You...wrote about me? Really? [Awe and some disbelief, though not in bad faith. She's just— surprised? And it does something funny to her emotionally, something swelling and overwhelming before she even reads the damn thing.
Of course she wants to read it. She slips her finger against the bookmark to open the notebook up to that page.]
—hey, it matches mine. [Lights and Shadows. That's so cute. It's more than cute, actually, but she gets caught up in reading the rest before she can linger on that.
This poem says some things that catch in the back of Sayori's head. Loose threads snagging unpleasantly on sharp hooks as they drag across her mind. She ignores them, because this isn't the first thing on this island that's given her that feeling, and they're not as important right now as everything else. Everything else being the absolutely crushing mass of affection inside of her, of course, and things that she definitely starts to remember about this poem. Things that she remembers about Mista, because they're the same thing. Reading someone's writing is like getting to know them.
The feeling is like the first time she read it at the same time that it's comforting familiarity, the feeling of having read something so many times that you've memorized it.
When she's done, she exhales a sharp, rattling breath. Lifts her head, lifts her hand, and then grabs his chin and turns his face toward her so that she can kiss him, deep and lingering.]