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Yet another sparring season has come and gone, the harbinger always welcome to battles with a worthy opponent, even more so when it's her steps up against his, racing against one another to prove their worth to themselves.
And yet another scenario where he finds himself in her space, brushing fabric clean of snow, gentle glances sent in the direction of the swordswoman. Like this, she blended so well in with it all. The tall mountains that soared above everyone else, the shimmering show that very much resembled the very gleam in her eyes, the very same he found himself seeking out whenever given the chance. While Tartaglia would normally have sought to nature to rest his weary eyes on, these days they found themselves leaning on Eula more and more, happily so.
With gentle movements, Tartaglia approached Eula, snow crackling beneath his boots as he came to position himself in front of her. Once again he held a gaze for her, admiring her features, a sole hand rising up to the cheek. There, warm fingers would trace across her skin; she was so strong, how was he not supposed to admire her? For every trick he pulled, she was quick to match him.
He liked that. He liked Her.
" You certainly know how to keep me on my toes, Miss Aristocrat. "
Where one would usually find a cold gaze, there was only warm eyes, Tartaglia's thumb caressing the top of her cheekbone, the male struck in awe over her ( much like he had been before, only this time, he had allowed himself to feel if she felt it, too, the way ones face would light up after these intense moments ). Maybe he was ahead of himself, or maybe he was out of place. Yet, there was a part of him that Had to, an intense urge, a silly need to lean in... not close enough for their faces to meet, no, only close enough for their breath to meet in the cold weather. Again he'd let his thumb grace her cheek, eyes resting on her face.
" I just can't keep my eyes off you. "
unprompted. || always accepting
─「エウルア」─ “ i’m worried about you, eula. ”
the words uttered in concern were replayed within the knight captain’s mind after a SPARRING SESSION with one of her favorite opponents. the snow being kicked up as they got caught in their own rhythm of dance no one else could keep up with. they had proved to themselves time and time again how no one could capture each other’s attention the way the other had done. and when her claymore crossed with his hydro blades and polearm, NOTHING reflected within her vision other than him. it was a dance belonging to none but them, their SECRET, their bonding moment, their little world away from others.
the sentence itself was said by the outrider during her last visit to the headquarter of ordo favonius to deliver her REPORT of the current situation of the abyss order and their plans. the words did gain her attention, causing the LAWRENCE HEIR to turn her head with a quizzical look towards the one she would call a true friend. dual-colored hues met with golden orbs and found how they were filled with genuine worry.
“ i heard you got involved with a certain harbinger lately. ”
this time, the words caused her to stiffen, as subtle as that reflex could be. the cryo knight immediately placed her report upon the acting grandmaster’s desk, but the other took a step closer to her, voice laced with concern still.
“ if something happened, you’d tell me, right ? we’re friends. i’m here for you, eula. ”
at this point, the KNIGHT CAPTAIN turned around as she was met with her best friend’s expression of unease. the way the archer had her hands laced together as though she was holding back from saying what was entirely on her mind made eula thin her lips. she understood where the other was coming from, yet, all that left her lips was; “ you have nothing to worry about. ”
“ you can’t trust them, eula. they’re harbingers ! they must be plotting something — ”
her back was now facing the OUTRIDER, and pair of dual-colored orbs looked over her shoulder. there was a certain sharpness in her gaze, as sharp as the words that she uttered back to the other through gritted teeth and clenched hands. her gaze was of heartbreak.
“ i beg of you, amber, please stop. ”
please don’t speak of him that way. not him.
the lawrence heir snapped back to reality at the sound of the crunching snow, and she found her eyes lifting upwards to meet the brilliant blue hues of the 11th harbinger whom had his gloved palm resting to her cheek. his skin, despite partially covered by the leather glove was warm, a kind of WARMTH she had found herself yearning for in the middle of freezing weather surrounding them. the cold had never bothered her as it was her very element, however, when it comes to him —
she couldn’t help bringing her own hand to place over his own, and press his palm closer to her skin as she nuzzled into his touch longingly. this warmth, this person ...
she wanted it ... she wanted him.
“ i just can't keep my eyes off you. ”
“ then don’t. ” her voice was barely above a whisper, like a plead, like a secret, uttered only for his ears, only for him to hear, and only for them to know. her eyes were kept upon him, like himself, she couldn’t possibly keep her eyes off of him now that he stood before her like this. was this considered a moment of weakness ? only one moment allowed for the two of them to be honest about this rising emotion they both felt within. the way her eyes would light up in sparks when they met his own, or the warmth bubbling inside of her chest when his skin made contact with hers.
they were only a single breath apart, yet both of them knew if the small gap were to be broken, there was no TURNING BACK for them. his breath felt heated against her own, caressing ever so softly over her sensitive skin that was exposed to the cold. her lips trembled when they parted, but no words left her throat as eyes remained in contact and breath mingled into one.
if this smallest of distance were to be gone ... only if ... they’d have reached the point of no return. so they couldn’t, right ? between them — whatever it was between them, it had to stay that way.
“ don’t look. ” that was all that left her lips. long lashes draped over her eyes, blackening her own vision before the distance was GONE.
she knew there was no turning back from the start.
so if the consequences of it all were to come crashing down on her like the WEIGHT OF THE WORLD, then —
— then a kiss was worth it.
he was worth it.
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