[ She settles onto his lap with ease as they take their place at the bench, and Ori's hands find Diluc's shoulders when she kisses him back. When they pull away from it, her gaze stays fixed on his eyes, full of awe and adoration for the man she's now decided is her moon. He is steadfast and ever-present in the darkness, anchoring the night skies even when it wanes. He has seen the parts of her that are full of darkness and sorrow - the parts that have seen herself violently and cruelly brutalizing a man out of frustration - and he has drawn her to him like the moon pulls the tides, protecting her and accepting all of her in spite of everything. In the same way that Thoma carries and sweeps her into the warm of his sunshine to tell her that she's enough, Diluc watches over her insecurities in the dark and reminds her of her strength. Both are precious, invaluable.
She cannot find the words to duly express just how much they both mean to her, how much they have changed her life and continue to do so in every moment they spend together. So it's a blessing that Diluc has a poetic side, and everything about her expression says what she cannot say out loud about how much she completely adores this about him. The expression turns quizzical as he pauses in his words, and then it quickly turns into surprise as the words that follow fully dawn on her. ]
Oh, Diluc...
[ She moves her hands from his shoulders and to his cheeks, framing his face as she leans in and rests her forehead against his. ]
I'm— I'm so happy. I love you, too. I—
[ There's more she wants to say, but the words are never said as she chokes up. Perhaps showing him would be better - and so she closes her eyes and closes the distance between them in a kiss. It's as soft and chaste as the one they've just shared, but beneath that is a certain heat overflowing from the love she holds for him. And as she presses herself closer to him, too, night gladiolus flowers emerge in the red waves of his hair. ]
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She cannot find the words to duly express just how much they both mean to her, how much they have changed her life and continue to do so in every moment they spend together. So it's a blessing that Diluc has a poetic side, and everything about her expression says what she cannot say out loud about how much she completely adores this about him. The expression turns quizzical as he pauses in his words, and then it quickly turns into surprise as the words that follow fully dawn on her. ]
Oh, Diluc...
[ She moves her hands from his shoulders and to his cheeks, framing his face as she leans in and rests her forehead against his. ]
I'm— I'm so happy. I love you, too. I—
[ There's more she wants to say, but the words are never said as she chokes up. Perhaps showing him would be better - and so she closes her eyes and closes the distance between them in a kiss. It's as soft and chaste as the one they've just shared, but beneath that is a certain heat overflowing from the love she holds for him. And as she presses herself closer to him, too, night gladiolus flowers emerge in the red waves of his hair. ]