It's incredibly new and yet familiar at the same time; Claude, just him, being near him, and being with him was all that she wanted this whole time and yet she's completely unprepared for it, having been too doubtful of it before. There had been too many, questions of why, how, and when, but after all, they had been through the past month, the answer was crystal clear.
No matter what, through rain or shine, through thick and thin, or to hell and back, Iona wants to be there with and for Claude. Her magical and long-lived nature be damned; life is made of smaller moments and within those, she knows she could lose everything if she lived a life of denial. Iona's heart is always set to burst and overflow with no direction, but understanding where he had come from and just progressing through their daily lives with one another?
He keeps her on her toes without spoiling her. She loves that about him.
That said, her eyes widen when he's so close to her and she can feel a warmth shoot through her cheeks and up her spine way too readily.]
Whoa!
[While Iona seems to be a force of nature, it's the little gestures and gentle touches that can topple her over. The trace of his fingers under her chin and his words dancing lightly on the edge of her ear, it's almost too much. It's an overwhelming show of affection that confirms more than enough. Her hand finds its way to his and she turns around to fully face him and her fingers thread and intertwine with Claude's.]
H-Hey! Of course, I'll keep that table open. You're always welcome and... Um.
Damn. [Even with her dark complexion, it's easy to tell she's burning up. Her words start rushing out like a flood with excited and nervous energy.]
This is the part where I say the embarrassing things, isn't it? Like how... I like you? Like. I really, really, like you. Way too much to be healthy and we both knew it, but um...!!
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It's incredibly new and yet familiar at the same time; Claude, just him, being near him, and being with him was all that she wanted this whole time and yet she's completely unprepared for it, having been too doubtful of it before. There had been too many, questions of why, how, and when, but after all, they had been through the past month, the answer was crystal clear.
No matter what, through rain or shine, through thick and thin, or to hell and back, Iona wants to be there with and for Claude. Her magical and long-lived nature be damned; life is made of smaller moments and within those, she knows she could lose everything if she lived a life of denial. Iona's heart is always set to burst and overflow with no direction, but understanding where he had come from and just progressing through their daily lives with one another?
He keeps her on her toes without spoiling her. She loves that about him.
That said, her eyes widen when he's so close to her and she can feel a warmth shoot through her cheeks and up her spine way too readily.]
Whoa!
[While Iona seems to be a force of nature, it's the little gestures and gentle touches that can topple her over. The trace of his fingers under her chin and his words dancing lightly on the edge of her ear, it's almost too much. It's an overwhelming show of affection that confirms more than enough. Her hand finds its way to his and she turns around to fully face him and her fingers thread and intertwine with Claude's.]
H-Hey! Of course, I'll keep that table open. You're always welcome and... Um.
Damn. [Even with her dark complexion, it's easy to tell she's burning up. Her words start rushing out like a flood with excited and nervous energy.]
This is the part where I say the embarrassing things, isn't it? Like how... I like you? Like. I really, really, like you. Way too much to be healthy and we both knew it, but um...!!