[ He too is beyond nervous, and he is about to fold his arms in front of him when she reaches out with her other hand and gives a good tug. He would follow her anywhere she wished, so of course he moves along with her without hesitation. As he does, he supposes this works better for what he has intended, because he does not desire an audience any more than she does.
When she finally comes to a stop, he looks at her, a question in his eyes. He also reaches with his free hand for the small box he has concealed inside his pocket, wondering if he ought to bring it out now. But before he can, he realizes that something is amiss with her. She appears nervous, and then she looks away from him, and that is when he begins to wonder if perhaps he misread her intentions and her words and she does not care for him after all. Perhaps she has found another that suits her better, and that is what she intends to tell him.
He steels himself for what he knows will surely be a blow, because he truly loves her and he intended to tell her just how much, and to ask her perhaps the most important question that he will ever ask anyone. Perhaps tonight will be the end of their time together, and he will have to let her go, regardless of his feelings for her.
Before she speaks, his gaze drops to the ground as well, but only for a moment because soon enough, she is speaking and handing him a small gift. This does not seem like a rejection, but the thing she is holding out to him could be a parting gift. ]
K'lantaa?
[ He can't help but look worried even as he opens the small box and takes in the sight of the beautifully crafted object inside. ]
K'lantaa, this is- It is beautiful. [ He holds it carefully, fingers lightly ghosting over the surface, taking in each small detail. As he does, he eventually makes note of the note tucked inside and he unfolds it, wary of what he might find.
As he reads, his face goes slack, mouth falling open just slightly. He takes in every word that she has written, and although he is not customarily given over to certain physical displays of emotion, something glistens at the corners of his eyes, but he pays it no mind.
He comes to the last paragraph in which she lays out her affection for him, and his gaze lowers even further. The words contained in her note are not a rejection or a dismissal, as he feared, but rather a proclaiming of her love. And that makes him beyond happy, and tells him that what he plans to do this night is not a misguided action.
Finally, he comes to the end of the letter and looks up to find her not meeting his gaze, instead staring at the ground. Her hands are presently held inside her muff, or else he would reach for one of them so that he could hold it, but there is something else he can do instead.
Looking around to ensure that they are quite thoroughly alone, he reaches for the small box that he has been hiding, and with the other, he extends a hand to her, hoping that she will take hold of it. ]
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When she finally comes to a stop, he looks at her, a question in his eyes. He also reaches with his free hand for the small box he has concealed inside his pocket, wondering if he ought to bring it out now. But before he can, he realizes that something is amiss with her. She appears nervous, and then she looks away from him, and that is when he begins to wonder if perhaps he misread her intentions and her words and she does not care for him after all. Perhaps she has found another that suits her better, and that is what she intends to tell him.
He steels himself for what he knows will surely be a blow, because he truly loves her and he intended to tell her just how much, and to ask her perhaps the most important question that he will ever ask anyone. Perhaps tonight will be the end of their time together, and he will have to let her go, regardless of his feelings for her.
Before she speaks, his gaze drops to the ground as well, but only for a moment because soon enough, she is speaking and handing him a small gift. This does not seem like a rejection, but the thing she is holding out to him could be a parting gift. ]
K'lantaa?
[ He can't help but look worried even as he opens the small box and takes in the sight of the beautifully crafted object inside. ]
K'lantaa, this is- It is beautiful. [ He holds it carefully, fingers lightly ghosting over the surface, taking in each small detail. As he does, he eventually makes note of the note tucked inside and he unfolds it, wary of what he might find.
As he reads, his face goes slack, mouth falling open just slightly. He takes in every word that she has written, and although he is not customarily given over to certain physical displays of emotion, something glistens at the corners of his eyes, but he pays it no mind.
He comes to the last paragraph in which she lays out her affection for him, and his gaze lowers even further. The words contained in her note are not a rejection or a dismissal, as he feared, but rather a proclaiming of her love. And that makes him beyond happy, and tells him that what he plans to do this night is not a misguided action.
Finally, he comes to the end of the letter and looks up to find her not meeting his gaze, instead staring at the ground. Her hands are presently held inside her muff, or else he would reach for one of them so that he could hold it, but there is something else he can do instead.
Looking around to ensure that they are quite thoroughly alone, he reaches for the small box that he has been hiding, and with the other, he extends a hand to her, hoping that she will take hold of it. ]