[ He's perceptive. She knows that. It's one of the things she appreciates about him, one of the reasons she enjoys sitting with him on their bench at the park and watching, listening to the world around them with him. She can watch him watching others, watch him work, and it's fun and fascinating to watch him go. See how he interacts with the world so wide-eyed, curious, and attentive to detail. It's more than talent, it's a whole way of viewing and interacting the world and others and she loves that even when it's turned on her, when he sees, reads what many more would miss, preoccupied with their own troubles.
Does that mean you have something to confess?
Setsura lets herself sink a little further down into the comfortable heat of the tub and those fluffy bubbles now. Puts her polished drink atop the tray to the side and simply reclines a moment. There's a simple answer to that question and then there are the various complicated factors surrounding her situation, which is different than Rohan's on many more levels than they are similar. It's why she hadn't chimed into his post. Not shyness, fear of discovery, or -- ha -- shame, but those various dimensions of difference, nevermind their levels of experience concerning the subject matter, the numerous avenues down which she could take him from the present moment into her past.
Even then, there are other things she's been thinking about, considering, turning over quietly. After all, she is a hanyoukai and so very "other". In fifty-four years, she's barely aged a day and that's been an issue taken by even the humans she loved the hardest, and she loves humans. She won't ever stop loving them, oddly fragile, yet resilient, short-lived beings that they are. They are so much, but --
But Rohan didn't ask all that. That isn't his problem, it's entirely hers. He merely asked her a simple question that sees her heart, wild thing that it is, flutter at the very thought. She reaches quietly to steady that wild, foolish thing, deep violet gaze turned down, and sighs softly. The corners of her mouth twitch upward just so. ]
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Does that mean you have something to confess?
Setsura lets herself sink a little further down into the comfortable heat of the tub and those fluffy bubbles now. Puts her polished drink atop the tray to the side and simply reclines a moment. There's a simple answer to that question and then there are the various complicated factors surrounding her situation, which is different than Rohan's on many more levels than they are similar. It's why she hadn't chimed into his post. Not shyness, fear of discovery, or -- ha -- shame, but those various dimensions of difference, nevermind their levels of experience concerning the subject matter, the numerous avenues down which she could take him from the present moment into her past.
Even then, there are other things she's been thinking about, considering, turning over quietly. After all, she is a hanyoukai and so very "other". In fifty-four years, she's barely aged a day and that's been an issue taken by even the humans she loved the hardest, and she loves humans. She won't ever stop loving them, oddly fragile, yet resilient, short-lived beings that they are. They are so much, but --
But Rohan didn't ask all that. That isn't his problem, it's entirely hers. He merely asked her a simple question that sees her heart, wild thing that it is, flutter at the very thought. She reaches quietly to steady that wild, foolish thing, deep violet gaze turned down, and sighs softly. The corners of her mouth twitch upward just so. ]
My heart seems to think so.