[ There is certainly something about the romantic atmosphere of the dreamscape that, perhaps, has spurred Ori and Thoma on to such bold declarations of their love for each other, but ultimately... On Ori's part, these feelings have always been there, just waiting to be spoken in words. When she looks back on how they met and the way that he brought fresh air into the lungs of her weary, tired soul the moment that their paths first crossed, Ori thinks that she very well may have loved him from the start, even if it all began as an earnest desire to become friends with him. She has loved him through quiet conversations had over floral arrangements and over cozy dinners alike, loved him through those painful weeks they spent avoiding each other, and she has loved him through everything else.
Even the serial worrier in her isn't sure why she's expecting anything other than a wide, wonderful smile from Thoma as she stumbles through her words, but in much the same way that he always melts her insecurities away with his light and lifts her up with his kindness, he quite literally lifts her up and spins them around. She, in turn, can't help the quiet yelp she gives at the sudden movement, and she finds herself clinging onto him even knowing that he would never let her go. With flowers and light swirling around them, she laughs. ]
Goodness, are you trying to steal the show, milord?
[ As if she isn't actively participating in this scenario. The teasing ede of her smile and her voice gives way to another warm, adoring expression. ]
I... I didn't even know I could be this happy, you know.
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Even the serial worrier in her isn't sure why she's expecting anything other than a wide, wonderful smile from Thoma as she stumbles through her words, but in much the same way that he always melts her insecurities away with his light and lifts her up with his kindness, he quite literally lifts her up and spins them around. She, in turn, can't help the quiet yelp she gives at the sudden movement, and she finds herself clinging onto him even knowing that he would never let her go. With flowers and light swirling around them, she laughs. ]
Goodness, are you trying to steal the show, milord?
[ As if she isn't actively participating in this scenario. The teasing ede of her smile and her voice gives way to another warm, adoring expression. ]
I... I didn't even know I could be this happy, you know.