[ Ruka wouldn't need powers at this point to know there's something different about Jaime today. The way he carries himself, the look on his face when he catches a moment to himself, it's — well, perhaps different isn't the right word. It's a little clearer, maybe. Something that's been there a long time sitting closer to the surface.
It's nothing she wants to drag out to burn in the sunlight, and she doesn't want to take all his time, so for most of the little festival, Ruka lets him take it at his own pace.
(Besides, there's fairies that need company and entertainment and to be roped into games they can't win without them getting mad about it, and who else is really equipped for that? Nobody, that's who.)
As ever, though, they inevitably swing back into orbit, and it's the easiest thing in the world to take up the space beside him. ]
Hey.
[ The romantic thing would probably be to take his hand without saying anything, but his are kind of already occupied ]
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It's nothing she wants to drag out to burn in the sunlight, and she doesn't want to take all his time, so for most of the little festival, Ruka lets him take it at his own pace.
(Besides, there's fairies that need company and entertainment and to be roped into games they can't win without them getting mad about it, and who else is really equipped for that? Nobody, that's who.)
As ever, though, they inevitably swing back into orbit, and it's the easiest thing in the world to take up the space beside him. ]
Hey.
[ The romantic thing would probably be to take his hand without saying anything, but his are kind of already occupied ]