K'nahli's harsh words did nothing but aggravate the mute Tia. His frown deepened and his fist closed tightly, infuriated. If there was someone he was truly annoyed to, it was himself. He'd made a fool of himself with no one else's help; it'd been him and only him.
(Wait...)
And there she was, turning her back to him again, dismissing him like a useless Miqo'te she'd go back to ignoring. He needed to speak; he needed to let her know. It had to be now, for there'd be no more chances if she took another step.
(Wait, I'm not done yet...)
Inside his noisy head, he was screaming at her, but it weren't his words what were heard next. It was K'nahli's last statement, a claim that felt like knives against the Tia's chest. All the courage he'd gathered, the tension and humiliation he'd endured-- everything had been reduced to a mere joke in the huntress' mind.
For a moment, K'rahto just saw red. His dizzy mind screamed again, with so much force that his voice managed to break through the invisible wall that had been covering his throat.
"YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE, K'NAHLI YOHKO!!"
From the top of his lungs and heart, the new confession fell harder and louder upon her; upon himself. It'd been raw and impulsive, as desperate as it'd been sincere.
The following silence was stained by his own breathing, agitated as if he'd just survived a battle against a sandworm. His eyes, well open, remained glued to the girl's figure. The next trail of voice was a weak one.
"...Always been."
He was right. It was easier with her back turned to him.
(Wait...)
And there she was, turning her back to him again, dismissing him like a useless Miqo'te she'd go back to ignoring. He needed to speak; he needed to let her know. It had to be now, for there'd be no more chances if she took another step.
(Wait, I'm not done yet...)
Inside his noisy head, he was screaming at her, but it weren't his words what were heard next. It was K'nahli's last statement, a claim that felt like knives against the Tia's chest. All the courage he'd gathered, the tension and humiliation he'd endured-- everything had been reduced to a mere joke in the huntress' mind.
For a moment, K'rahto just saw red. His dizzy mind screamed again, with so much force that his voice managed to break through the invisible wall that had been covering his throat.
"YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE, K'NAHLI YOHKO!!"
From the top of his lungs and heart, the new confession fell harder and louder upon her; upon himself. It'd been raw and impulsive, as desperate as it'd been sincere.
The following silence was stained by his own breathing, agitated as if he'd just survived a battle against a sandworm. His eyes, well open, remained glued to the girl's figure. The next trail of voice was a weak one.
"...Always been."
He was right. It was easier with her back turned to him.
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
