[His reaction to her words, it wasn't unexpected, the look of surprise and fear will not go unnoticed. They are the same reactions. The very same reactions others have made when she sums up a person. Nike knew it was a terrifying thing to do...
However, she could be wrong over the reason for his reaction, his words that follow will give her further insight into the way he views himself. The way he describes it, the emotions, the tone, and the way he looks so defeated or rather...
The look he is now giving her, hiding underneath the now wet hair bangs, Nike will recognize it because it is the same way she expresses herself whenever someone had touched upon her inferiority complex. His left hand touching her wrist will leave her silent, trying to figure out its own significance until she remembers the white glove covering his hand.
Again, what is the purpose of the glove? Usually, to protect one's hand from dirt and anything else that may dirty it. Some use it to declare duels as well. Others use it to hide their hands. Nike will remember the way his left hand looked when he was in his pure white form -- they were in the form of very large, sharp claws. The type that can cut through anything. Could it be that....?
Without thinking about it, Nike will raise her second hand as she lowers both down, under his chin as she brings his attention to her once more, almost pleading for him to pay attention to her, not to the voice deep in his heart and mind. She will use the opportunity to remove the wet bangs from his eyes, pushing his hair all the way back, which was easy to do with wet hair all with the purpose to make his eyes and forehead reappear.
Her green eyes will look into his grey eyes with a soft understanding but determined gaze. At that moment, in looking at those gray eyes, after learning he views himself as a "small man" who is inspired to protect those suffering in front of him without any noble cause or wanting to be shown any spark of gratitude for it -- because it was his selfish desire. Nike simply could not allow him to belittle himself in such away. She wanted to tell him -- there is nothing wrong in choosing the way he wants to live.
Because at the end of the day: he hasn't forgotten to care about other people. And to her, those who never forgot to show that type of kindness were not only strong but beautiful.
She was missing an important piece of the puzzle. A very vital one. She could only imagine the type of life he has had, but it wouldn't be the correct one. After all,
"Stop measuring everyone by your own standards, Princess."
She has the bad habit of assuming and already deciding the type of person someone is without the other party's consent or input.
That's why words won't be enough to reach this boy. There was only one way to.
She will lean close towards Allen, gingerly holding the hair away from his face, to give the left side of his forehead a sweet but tentative kiss right over the star. One kiss, another kiss, and lowering further down under his eye another kiss, one on his left cheek, then one at the side of his lip until she positions over to the next part of him that she wanted to kiss, but will pause after hearing a light cling sound coming from her next -- her necklace holding her broken engagement ring finally moved as she was leaning close to him.
Oh, right, there was -- his lips would be next.
She could already feel and hear the excited whispers, telling her: "Go on, continue, this is a very good mood, he'll understand~"
Not to mention reminding her of the point she was trying to make. Wasn't she doing this for him? Aren't you trying to tell him something important? He hasn't run yet? Hasn't he been helping you so much? He came back with you, isn't that enough?
A thin line will form on her lips as she feels conflicted by all this because she knows what it is like to get her kisses stolen. When did she ever willingly kissed Livi? When as Livi ever kissed her because she asked him? There was always a catch to their kisses.
She never asked to be kissed, and yet had to endure everyone else forcing their mouths over her.
The thought disgusted her. She hated it. That's why she couldn't kiss him, even if a part of her wanted to. A burning desire to kiss him. It was there. Just, was it her own desire or those in the temple? Whatever the case may be, a voice will whisper in the back of her head: You will regret this...]
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However, she could be wrong over the reason for his reaction, his words that follow will give her further insight into the way he views himself. The way he describes it, the emotions, the tone, and the way he looks so defeated or rather...
The look he is now giving her, hiding underneath the now wet hair bangs, Nike will recognize it because it is the same way she expresses herself whenever someone had touched upon her inferiority complex. His left hand touching her wrist will leave her silent, trying to figure out its own significance until she remembers the white glove covering his hand.
Again, what is the purpose of the glove? Usually, to protect one's hand from dirt and anything else that may dirty it. Some use it to declare duels as well. Others use it to hide their hands. Nike will remember the way his left hand looked when he was in his pure white form -- they were in the form of very large, sharp claws. The type that can cut through anything. Could it be that....?
Without thinking about it, Nike will raise her second hand as she lowers both down, under his chin as she brings his attention to her once more, almost pleading for him to pay attention to her, not to the voice deep in his heart and mind. She will use the opportunity to remove the wet bangs from his eyes, pushing his hair all the way back, which was easy to do with wet hair all with the purpose to make his eyes and forehead reappear.
Her green eyes will look into his grey eyes with a soft understanding but determined gaze. At that moment, in looking at those gray eyes, after learning he views himself as a "small man" who is inspired to protect those suffering in front of him without any noble cause or wanting to be shown any spark of gratitude for it -- because it was his selfish desire. Nike simply could not allow him to belittle himself in such away. She wanted to tell him -- there is nothing wrong in choosing the way he wants to live.
Because at the end of the day: he hasn't forgotten to care about other people. And to her, those who never forgot to show that type of kindness were not only strong but beautiful.
She was missing an important piece of the puzzle. A very vital one. She could only imagine the type of life he has had, but it wouldn't be the correct one. After all,
"Stop measuring everyone by your own standards, Princess."
She has the bad habit of assuming and already deciding the type of person someone is without the other party's consent or input.
That's why words won't be enough to reach this boy. There was only one way to.
She will lean close towards Allen, gingerly holding the hair away from his face, to give the left side of his forehead a sweet but tentative kiss right over the star. One kiss, another kiss, and lowering further down under his eye another kiss, one on his left cheek, then one at the side of his lip until she positions over to the next part of him that she wanted to kiss, but will pause after hearing a light cling sound coming from her next -- her necklace holding her broken engagement ring finally moved as she was leaning close to him.
Oh, right, there was -- his lips would be next.
She could already feel and hear the excited whispers, telling her: "Go on, continue, this is a very good mood, he'll understand~"
Not to mention reminding her of the point she was trying to make. Wasn't she doing this for him? Aren't you trying to tell him something important? He hasn't run yet? Hasn't he been helping you so much? He came back with you, isn't that enough?
A thin line will form on her lips as she feels conflicted by all this because she knows what it is like to get her kisses stolen. When did she ever willingly kissed Livi? When as Livi ever kissed her because she asked him? There was always a catch to their kisses.
She never asked to be kissed, and yet had to endure everyone else forcing their mouths over her.
The thought disgusted her. She hated it. That's why she couldn't kiss him, even if a part of her wanted to. A burning desire to kiss him. It was there. Just, was it her own desire or those in the temple? Whatever the case may be, a voice will whisper in the back of her head: You will regret this...]