"As real as you wish it be, of course." Of course. She shakes her hair loose from her braids, spilling down her back like sunlight, & I'm overcome with the urge to touch it. I swallow hard. "And this?" I ask, tentatively touching a stray lock of her hair. Warm, soft, & very real-feeling. I pull my hand away quickly, feeling something close to embarrassment. I run my hand through my own hair, absently noticing how coarse it feels in comparison.
She tilts her head as she watches me. "Do you not like it?" She almost seems... sad, & that's the last thing I want her to feel, I realize. I also realize something else, quite suddenly.
"This- is for- for me?" She made this room for me. Why should she try so hard to impress me? All at once I feel like an idiot; she's been nothing but nice to me & asked nothing in return... yet, & I haven't even complemented her or anything. I've never been very good at this kind of thing. Gods, I feel like a teenager dealing with a-
A crush. And now I can feel the heat in my cheeks.
"It's-" say something nice, dammit! "It's fantastic." And I do mean it, in every sense of the word.
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Date: 2010-10-02 05:38 pm (UTC)She tilts her head as she watches me. "Do you not like it?" She almost seems... sad, & that's the last thing I want her to feel, I realize. I also realize something else, quite suddenly.
"This- is for- for me?" She made this room for me. Why should she try so hard to impress me? All at once I feel like an idiot; she's been nothing but nice to me & asked nothing in return... yet, & I haven't even complemented her or anything. I've never been very good at this kind of thing. Gods, I feel like a teenager dealing with a-
A crush. And now I can feel the heat in my cheeks.
"It's-" say something nice, dammit! "It's fantastic." And I do mean it, in every sense of the word.