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[fidele]

Who: fidele Chane and vinovidivici Claire.
When: Backdated to February 14th, following all this
Where: Versaid Park
What: Not so much drawing the boundaries as embracing them.
Warnings: None

[ I don't think it will change what matters the most.

The confidence she had felt earlier is starting to ebb with every minute longer she stays alone, waiting on the bench at the edge of the park. At the time it was as if Yako understood her situation exactly when she gave that reassurance-- but, reflecting on it, didn't she assume that their relationship was something... else? And the same with Maya?

Rather than shedding light on this tangle of terms and definitions and what can't be expressed by pure feeling, Chane nearly feels more confused than ever. Rereading the text exchanges on the pages of her NV don't resolve it either. She does not consider labelling anything in Claire's presence, so why is there the need when others ask...?

As though it will conceal her from the world, to give her a few moments longer to think, she buries her nose in her NV, eyes shut. 'Significant other' isn't the correct term after all-- she cannot even wish it was, if it means exchanging what they have now. ]

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[vinovidivici]

[ The anticipation that had started swirling about frenetically when she called, dropped to a steady thrum on the walk over and the subway ride to the park (finally feeling camaraderie with the dozens of the bright young things that had emerged on this day with their flowers or gift boxes and airs of nervous smugness) and then once again started building by the park entrance, finally peaked to a level at which he experienced a sensation like being gently punched in the gut on spotting her on the bench. It's not a bad feeling.

As eager as he is to get to her he draws up, moving off the path and leaning against a tree to straighten his tie and check the tissue paper in the gift bag looped over his wrist is aesthetically arranged. And then he finds himself watching the slope of her eyelashes and shoulders and the profile of her mouth, slightly facing away from him. From this angle and distance there's no way he can read much more than a troubled edge to her private thoughts but he still hangs on it for several moments. It makes for a confusing mix of being calmed by her stillness after jogging from the subway station (looking out for her at every corner), concern about the worry in her posture and simple admiration.

- Ah, she just covered her face with her NV. She’s definitely not as happy as she was when they spoke earlier! As soon as that registers his legs are already moving automatically and making a beeline for her bench, slipping around it to stand next to her. ]

Hey. [ Somehow a little breathless despite the shortness of the walk between the tree and her. There's a fraction of time in which he hovers on waiting to see if she has anything to say before he blurts out - ] You look breathtaking. [ - and he means it, whether or not she's lowered the book yet. ]