just by being here with me

[illuminatism]

CHARACTERS | illuminatism and alwaysdelivers
DATE | March 1
RATING | G
SUMMARY | Amaterasu is a derp and forgot to give Gauche a love letter something after the Valentine's Day event had ended.

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[alwaysdelivers]

[ Hopefully not waiting long, Gauche warps in a few minutes later ladened with some food. He wasn't exactly sure what was wrong, but there was one constant in that Amaterasu wouldn't turn down food and a few quiet moments while they ate. He smiles and raises a hand in greeting, the other clutching a brown paper bag. ]

Miss Amaterasu! I hope you weren't waiting long; I made a quick stop for lunch. I do hope everything's all right...?

[illuminatism]

[Oh, Gauche, you were always a thoughtful one when it came to food. When it came to it, that was one way to win over the god's heart. Well, one way among plenty, at least.

When she turns to greet him there is a light hint of soft pink on her cheeks and she gives him a bright, gentle smile. Her stomach still has a butterfly or two fluttering about in it but it's nothing that she can't ignore. She shakes her head to his words and lets out a soft "mm-mm" in response. She hadn't been waiting long at all.

The sight of the paper bag catches her attention and she walks over, closing the distance between them, and leans in to give it a sniff. What sort of lunch did he get?]

[alwaysdelivers]

[ The mere sight of her, as usual, sparked something within him-- although it was a feeling he wasn't familiar with and usually didn't have the time to notice and pick apart. As long as they were stuck in The World, he'd have time to figure it out. He holds the bag out to her and nods his head towards a stone bench. ]

I picked up sandwiches from the deli in Mac Anu. Shall we?

[illuminatism]

Mm!

[The deli in Mac Anu made some pretty good sandwiches. A tasty snack after fighting; one to help calm down the rest of her jittery nerves. Nerves that cause her to draw her hand back when she notices it going to grab for the sleeve of his clothing.]

Ah -

[She turns on the heels of her feet, making her way to the bench and sitting there first; drawing her legs up under her in an Indian style position, hands moving to rest against her bare knees.]

[alwaysdelivers]

[ He takes a seat beside her, a comfortable distance apart, and takes the sandwiches from the bag. It took a bit of unwrapping to see what was on which sandwich, before he hands the one laden with meat to Amaterasu. His own was chicken with lettuce, tomato, olives, cheese, and some sort of yellow spread he was unfamiliar with, but liked well enough. He's well into the long roll when he turns to her. ]

May I ask what it was you wanted to speak about? It sounded rather urgent, so I was a bit worried.

[illuminatism]

[In mid-bite of her sandwich Amaterasu stops as Gauche speaks and turns the upper half of her body towards him. Ripping off a good chunk of bread and meat, she makes a soft noise beneath her breath at him.

Would it be okay to give it to him in the middle of their meal?

Swallowing her mouthful, Amaterasu sets the wrapped sandwich to her left while she takes out her Relic. A few button presses and a plain envelope appears in her hand. She looks to Gauche from the corner of her eye and holds it out to him.]

[alwaysdelivers]

[ Gauche sets his lunch down as well, not much left of it anyway. He accepts the letter solemnly, fingering the edges for a moment before speaking up. ]

Shall I? Or would you prefer I wait until after we're finished eating?

[illuminatism]

[With the letter now in his possession, she sets her hand to her lap.

Her preference on when he read it didn't really matter; the letter was now his and the light shrug of her shoulders that seems to say as much. It was up to him on whether he wanted to do so now or wait until after they were finished. Regardless of the choice, she was sure that there would still be that odd, unfamiliar flip-flopping of her stomach, quick beating of her heart, and plain nervousness all going about at once within her.]

[alwaysdelivers]

[ With the shrug, he sets the letter gingerly on the bench between them and finishes his sandwich quickly, dusting any crumbs off and removing his gloves before he reaches for it again.

Worn hands work the envelope open with a long-practiced ease, and he slides the paper out to unfold. He takes his time, scanning every word with devoted attentiveness. ]

[illuminatism]

[Her own sandwich is only half-finished by the time he's done (which is quite surprising, since she usually has her own eaten and is staring at his own before long) and she just sits there in absolute silence.

Quieter than usual, at least.

This was a silly gamble that she was doing - professing her feelings to someone like this (let alone a man that she would outlive) - and it scares her a little to think of such things. Add in that they are from two different worlds and that only amplifies things ten fold.

So she will just sit there and lace her fingers together as she waits for him to finish with the letter.]