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Aine blinked. Ry. Seemed anxious. 'Hah... I think I might have a fever.' Something caught her off-guard when he looked at her. The vixen shied from eye contact often... But she made exceptions.
Flying words felt familiar. Hadn't she spoke that way once? The day she snuck off to the Typhoon the first time? To make sure his burns healed. It took a moment for the druid to comprehend, hazel hues locked dumbly, stuck, on violet. A date?
Is this a fever? It was her cheeks... Not her head. Warming considerably, trying to keep pace. Her tongue sat on the roof of her mouth, words exploding in her mind with vacant voice, head moving to shake. No. Shit was not a word she would use to describe Ry. Never.
He was her best friend... But her last best friend had never made her fuzzy. Or asked her on a date. But this was Trygve. Trygve. Ry. Ry. A thousand anxieties bubbled in her head. Cliché stories in her books... About best friends. She didn't want to lose that. She couldn't.
She didn't want to say no either. It was Ry...
Her wings flattened against her sides, voice finally returning. "I- I um. Yeah. Okay." Stars. "I-I'd love-- I'd love to go on a... A date with you. Ry."
So this is what it feels like. When someone gives you butterflies.
[/td][/tr][/table]Flying words felt familiar. Hadn't she spoke that way once? The day she snuck off to the Typhoon the first time? To make sure his burns healed. It took a moment for the druid to comprehend, hazel hues locked dumbly, stuck, on violet. A date?
Is this a fever? It was her cheeks... Not her head. Warming considerably, trying to keep pace. Her tongue sat on the roof of her mouth, words exploding in her mind with vacant voice, head moving to shake. No. Shit was not a word she would use to describe Ry. Never.
He was her best friend... But her last best friend had never made her fuzzy. Or asked her on a date. But this was Trygve. Trygve. Ry. Ry. A thousand anxieties bubbled in her head. Cliché stories in her books... About best friends. She didn't want to lose that. She couldn't.
She didn't want to say no either. It was Ry...
Her wings flattened against her sides, voice finally returning. "I- I um. Yeah. Okay." Stars. "I-I'd love-- I'd love to go on a... A date with you. Ry."
So this is what it feels like. When someone gives you butterflies.
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