Probably, [ she sighs around a warm bubble of fond feeling filling up every empty space in her chest. it's such a strange feeling, fundamentally unfamiliar, but it's not as if it's unpleasant. quite the opposite. ]
I've known him since the beginning, actually. [ since their very first days in Manhattan, when she'd figured out and immediately used the murmur to poke the bees' hive that was the rest of the city. it's funny thinking back to that; so many of those conversations had been contentious, with people she now calls her friends. her closest friends, even, Sharon among them. or something more, as in this case. ]
We've always been a little similar. He's a pragmatic, straightforward, intelligent person, and I liked that. We started working together early on, and it evolved into a partnership, I suppose. I never thought of it as more than that until he saved my life, one day.
[ she still remembers that day on the street, when a pack of Hosts had caught her. without his intervention... ]
No... that is, that may be the day I started to truly trust him, but I don't think my feelings really changed until we dreamed of that banquet.
[ a mental image flashes into the murmur of the way she laughed and smiled as she taught a blushing Megumi how to dance.
her heart squeezes, and so does the murmur. softly, smiling: ]
[ Sharon can't help the smile that creeps across her face as she listens to Lortel talk about her relationship with Megumi. In more ways than one, it mirrors some of her own dynamic with Jinx, right down to that kiss at the banquet. It feels like a lot of people walked away from that night having learned something new about themselves.
Little snapshots of their dance ripple across the connection, and there's something achingly sweet about it all. Something so normal. A kind of innocence that only deepens when Sharon feels that familiar pinch in her chest, an echo of the younger girl bleeding through. Lortel is completely, hopelessly head over heels for that boy, and Sharon can't bring herself to feel anything but happy for her. ]
Were you the one who asked him out? [ Even wrapped up in that soft, girlish glow, Lortel still knows how to be bold when it counts. ]
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I've known him since the beginning, actually. [ since their very first days in Manhattan, when she'd figured out and immediately used the murmur to poke the bees' hive that was the rest of the city. it's funny thinking back to that; so many of those conversations had been contentious, with people she now calls her friends. her closest friends, even, Sharon among them. or something more, as in this case. ]
We've always been a little similar. He's a pragmatic, straightforward, intelligent person, and I liked that. We started working together early on, and it evolved into a partnership, I suppose. I never thought of it as more than that until he saved my life, one day.
[ she still remembers that day on the street, when a pack of Hosts had caught her. without his intervention... ]
No... that is, that may be the day I started to truly trust him, but I don't think my feelings really changed until we dreamed of that banquet.
[ a mental image flashes into the murmur of the way she laughed and smiled as she taught a blushing Megumi how to dance.
her heart squeezes, and so does the murmur. softly, smiling: ]
That was the first time I kissed him.
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Little snapshots of their dance ripple across the connection, and there's something achingly sweet about it all. Something so normal. A kind of innocence that only deepens when Sharon feels that familiar pinch in her chest, an echo of the younger girl bleeding through. Lortel is completely, hopelessly head over heels for that boy, and Sharon can't bring herself to feel anything but happy for her. ]
Were you the one who asked him out? [ Even wrapped up in that soft, girlish glow, Lortel still knows how to be bold when it counts. ]