[ What more could she give than a half-life herself? A life to the nobility of England would be one thing. However, she must travel around the world to help those who are in need: human and spirit monster alike. She could not devote her life to just her partner, their relationship, and perhaps any children that might follow. She is very much two halves of a person that must learn to balance. Even so, her life has been incredibly unbalanced, and it was not until she met Yugi and Atem that she truly realized that. Even upon realizing the truth, she still has not found a way to balance both sides. How is she ever to be just the girl and not only the Oracle?
Regardless of the thoughts surrounding her current state, her attention returns back to him. She always wishes be apart of his life, to have his attention, to be with him in any manner of way. His touch and notions are far from unwanted. Her body aches, her voice silenced, and her arm shaking from the attempt at summoning the Trident... even then she would ask he continue to move and know her intimately. She misses him.
It wasn't until the night after they defeated Dartz that she realized how much she missed him. How she had grown so used to being at his side. She tossed and turned from pain of her injury, moving to her side to reach out to him for comfort. Yet, all she found was an empty space and the settling realization of it all. She knew even as Yugi and Atem came to her and Gentiana for aid how much she missed him and how much she would continue to do so. She refused to let it show. It would do neither of the young men any good to see how she struggled with her wounds, her heartache, and her inability to reconcile the two halves of her. She would wait until either soul reached out to her... regardless of how much she wished to reach out.
As she watches him, a quiet note is made to herself at how he reacts to her fingers at his hair. If she recalls correctly, he also enjoyed her fingers at the back of his neck and shoulders. She can already tell how tension has seemingly built back in that same location and her mind turns at the best way to help with it. Then, his voice is in her thoughts again and pulling her attention back to what he says.
Lunafreya remains quiet as he continues. Her eyes widen slightly, the few remaining tears find their way out from the corners of her eyes. He has said or done nothing wrong. It merely is something she never thought she might hear no matter how many years she lived on their star. The idea that she may be needed, not merely wanted, as herself and not the Oracle... when she cannot even see how she can be only herself...
Her fingers gently trail down his face. How can she respond? What words could she ever use that would suffice? His hands are at her shoulders so she dare not lean upwards to kiss him. Instead her fingertips move across his jawline and then back into his hair.
She nods, finding that even the words she might think have disappeared. She wishes to express so much more. But, perhaps, a simple nod is all he needs.
If he wishes to show her - to say what he cannot speak? She will welcome it with open arms as she always has. If he wishes to have her, he can and always has been able to have all of her. ]
>:( no errors, no fear of long tags, we shall PRESS ON
Regardless of the thoughts surrounding her current state, her attention returns back to him. She always wishes be apart of his life, to have his attention, to be with him in any manner of way. His touch and notions are far from unwanted. Her body aches, her voice silenced, and her arm shaking from the attempt at summoning the Trident... even then she would ask he continue to move and know her intimately. She misses him.
It wasn't until the night after they defeated Dartz that she realized how much she missed him. How she had grown so used to being at his side. She tossed and turned from pain of her injury, moving to her side to reach out to him for comfort. Yet, all she found was an empty space and the settling realization of it all. She knew even as Yugi and Atem came to her and Gentiana for aid how much she missed him and how much she would continue to do so. She refused to let it show. It would do neither of the young men any good to see how she struggled with her wounds, her heartache, and her inability to reconcile the two halves of her. She would wait until either soul reached out to her... regardless of how much she wished to reach out.
As she watches him, a quiet note is made to herself at how he reacts to her fingers at his hair. If she recalls correctly, he also enjoyed her fingers at the back of his neck and shoulders. She can already tell how tension has seemingly built back in that same location and her mind turns at the best way to help with it. Then, his voice is in her thoughts again and pulling her attention back to what he says.
Lunafreya remains quiet as he continues. Her eyes widen slightly, the few remaining tears find their way out from the corners of her eyes. He has said or done nothing wrong. It merely is something she never thought she might hear no matter how many years she lived on their star. The idea that she may be needed, not merely wanted, as herself and not the Oracle... when she cannot even see how she can be only herself...
Her fingers gently trail down his face. How can she respond? What words could she ever use that would suffice? His hands are at her shoulders so she dare not lean upwards to kiss him. Instead her fingertips move across his jawline and then back into his hair.
She nods, finding that even the words she might think have disappeared. She wishes to express so much more. But, perhaps, a simple nod is all he needs.
If he wishes to show her - to say what he cannot speak? She will welcome it with open arms as she always has. If he wishes to have her, he can and always has been able to have all of her. ]