[ Between Thoma, who overflows with charisma at every turn, and Diluc, who always speaks in such a refined manner... Ori never stood a chance.
Surely, she has always been drawn to and awed by people who have a way with words, and this very much comes from the fact that she has trouble articulating most anything on a good day. Not that it means that she's quiet, but she can hear her own uncertainty whenever she speaks, as much as she feels it from within herself, too. People like Thoma and Diluc are special, in this way— and they are all the more special for being her partners.
Ori is in her own thoughts for a moment as they walk, already planning out what she'd like to prepare and bring to this picnic, but before long she finds herself looking at Diluc as he looks up at the night sky. The red of his eyes and his hair under the moonlight reminds her of the roses around them in the garden. She wouldn't know the words to say to convey that thought without sounding ridiculous - and luckily, Diluc fills the space of the silence with his own words. ]
Oh.
[ Yup, she's never stood a chance. So taken by his words is she - that he would go so far as to compare her to the stars - that her foot catches on the stony edge of the stony path on which they walk, which then causes her to accidentally step on the many hems of the many skirts of her dress. Her hand grabs blindly at Diluc as the misstep causes her to pitch forward. ]
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Surely, she has always been drawn to and awed by people who have a way with words, and this very much comes from the fact that she has trouble articulating most anything on a good day. Not that it means that she's quiet, but she can hear her own uncertainty whenever she speaks, as much as she feels it from within herself, too. People like Thoma and Diluc are special, in this way— and they are all the more special for being her partners.
Ori is in her own thoughts for a moment as they walk, already planning out what she'd like to prepare and bring to this picnic, but before long she finds herself looking at Diluc as he looks up at the night sky. The red of his eyes and his hair under the moonlight reminds her of the roses around them in the garden. She wouldn't know the words to say to convey that thought without sounding ridiculous - and luckily, Diluc fills the space of the silence with his own words. ]
Oh.
[ Yup, she's never stood a chance. So taken by his words is she - that he would go so far as to compare her to the stars - that her foot catches on the stony edge of the stony path on which they walk, which then causes her to accidentally step on the many hems of the many skirts of her dress. Her hand grabs blindly at Diluc as the misstep causes her to pitch forward. ]
Oh—!
[ help!! ]