[ itsuki would be a hypocrite if so, he has gotten plenty of bird chus. buzen deserves them as well. well, if he cuddles her like that, she almost doesn't want to leave the comforts of it? she clings just a bit more. ]
Anything you make will be fine. [ with a bit reluctance, she'll pull back, moving to give him room to get up too. shifting to sit off to the side as she gets to her feet. with only a slight bit of hesitance. ] Alright..
[ walk and talk... there is definitely a lot for them to talk about. where to even begin though.. ]
[itsuki is a known hypocrite and extremely doting father,,
but buzen's expression will just soften and he'll move to get up fairly easily. a biiiiig stretch comes once he's to his feet, but then he'll automatically extend an arm out to her. either she can curl into his side, or just take his hand - either is fine as they head out to try to face the day]
Something sweet then. Want to work together with me? Sunshine and Verdant again, we'll make a lot of something tasty.
[ . . . ]
And you can take your time, Mete-chan. I'm not going anywhere, so talk about anything you want, okay?
[he's not in a rush. they won't be separated until she wants to be... so he has no problem waiting for her]
..I do, I want to help. [ she will do both! curl into his side and take his hand. like a bird cuddling up to its parent. she presses against him, cozy. ] I can help boost.
[ she blinks up at him, looking down and then, nodding. ]
Okay.. [ buries her face against him as she hugs him tightly. ] ..I love you, Bu-chan.
[cozy cozy. buzen will more than happily accept that then, keeping his arm around her and pressing another kiss to her hair when she curls into him. it's automatic - the ways in which he learns quickly how other people prefer to be comforted.
. . .
still, to be told that he's loved is a surprise. his brows raise for a moment, before his expression turns to fondness. he curls himself around her automatically, squeezing her back.
he'd only heard these words once before. he knows this love is different - he's witnessed so many different kinds over the years. even now, he doesn't know if he truly understands it. not in a way that other people normally do, because his sense of love doesn't come from a natural understanding of family or lineage.
but he knows the guilt that had settled in his chest during the weeks that he'd watched meteion struggle without him. he knows the pride he felt whenever she continued on, strong and resolute, even then. he knows the piercing anger and bitterness that electrified his being whenever she got hurt - and he knows that there is something in him, foreign yet firm, that feels like it's changed the very mold he was made of.
I'd break this whole world before I let you go again.
maybe that's the same thing, for a sword.]
... mm.
I love you too, Mete-chan.
I've been trying to be careful about the things I say, but... someone asked me before if I knew what family was. It still feels really foreign to a sword. I've never had a family before, and still can't say for sure but... I think you're mine.
So I'll protect you, and take care of you however I can, okay? Promise.
[ her wings quiver at the affection, since that week she just thrives on the comfort and reassurance it provides. and the fact it's from Buzen- she feels a lot calmer. matching her emotions with his own.
at the squeeze back, she emits a soft giggle, returning it. funny how she would be in the same mindset. there are so many differences between her and someone human. there are probably a lot she won't truly understand, the love that some people find themselves with in a more intimate sense. but the affection, the happiness, the bonds she has manage to forge- she does know that kind of love. at least, she thinks so anyways.
what she does know is she has made a lot of strong bonds here. bonds she would not want to see hurt, that she wants to keep full of hope, and wishing only the best for them. how she wishes she can protect them all.
Meteion listens on as he responds, peering up at him with a curious bright blue gaze. though, she offers a warm smile once he's done. ]
You know... I have sisters, that are just like me. But I did not.. really understand the concept of family, either. I do not know if it is possible for creations like me, to have families. Entelechies are.. beings made of emotion-driven energy, so emotions are all I really know, but... I do like the idea of a family. That, if I had one, I'm sure my creator Hermes would be considered as it.
[ but, looking to Buzen, she has that same kind of fond. ] I like to think you as family, too. And I want to protect you as well, and take care of you in return! We can both promise.
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Anything you make will be fine. [ with a bit reluctance, she'll pull back, moving to give him room to get up too. shifting to sit off to the side as she gets to her feet. with only a slight bit of hesitance. ] Alright..
[ walk and talk... there is definitely a lot for them to talk about. where to even begin though.. ]
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but buzen's expression will just soften and he'll move to get up fairly easily. a biiiiig stretch comes once he's to his feet, but then he'll automatically extend an arm out to her. either she can curl into his side, or just take his hand - either is fine as they head out to try to face the day]
Something sweet then. Want to work together with me? Sunshine and Verdant again, we'll make a lot of something tasty.
[ . . . ]
And you can take your time, Mete-chan. I'm not going anywhere, so talk about anything you want, okay?
[he's not in a rush. they won't be separated until she wants to be... so he has no problem waiting for her]
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[ she blinks up at him, looking down and then, nodding. ]
Okay.. [ buries her face against him as she hugs him tightly. ] ..I love you, Bu-chan.
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. . .
still, to be told that he's loved is a surprise. his brows raise for a moment, before his expression turns to fondness. he curls himself around her automatically, squeezing her back.
he'd only heard these words once before. he knows this love is different - he's witnessed so many different kinds over the years. even now, he doesn't know if he truly understands it. not in a way that other people normally do, because his sense of love doesn't come from a natural understanding of family or lineage.
but he knows the guilt that had settled in his chest during the weeks that he'd watched meteion struggle without him. he knows the pride he felt whenever she continued on, strong and resolute, even then. he knows the piercing anger and bitterness that electrified his being whenever she got hurt - and he knows that there is something in him, foreign yet firm, that feels like it's changed the very mold he was made of.
I'd break this whole world before I let you go again.
maybe that's the same thing, for a sword.]
... mm.
I love you too, Mete-chan.
I've been trying to be careful about the things I say, but... someone asked me before if I knew what family was. It still feels really foreign to a sword. I've never had a family before, and still can't say for sure but... I think you're mine.
So I'll protect you, and take care of you however I can, okay? Promise.
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at the squeeze back, she emits a soft giggle, returning it. funny how she would be in the same mindset. there are so many differences between her and someone human. there are probably a lot she won't truly understand, the love that some people find themselves with in a more intimate sense. but the affection, the happiness, the bonds she has manage to forge- she does know that kind of love. at least, she thinks so anyways.
what she does know is she has made a lot of strong bonds here. bonds she would not want to see hurt, that she wants to keep full of hope, and wishing only the best for them. how she wishes she can protect them all.
Meteion listens on as he responds, peering up at him with a curious bright blue gaze. though, she offers a warm smile once he's done. ]
You know... I have sisters, that are just like me. But I did not.. really understand the concept of family, either. I do not know if it is possible for creations like me, to have families. Entelechies are.. beings made of emotion-driven energy, so emotions are all I really know, but... I do like the idea of a family. That, if I had one, I'm sure my creator Hermes would be considered as it.
[ but, looking to Buzen, she has that same kind of fond. ] I like to think you as family, too. And I want to protect you as well, and take care of you in return! We can both promise.