Although, who knows? Maybe one thing too many and she'd finally give up and drop all of it.
[ It's an offhand thought, the words chosen half at random. Her mind isn't on Mina or her predicament at all right now. Unfortunately.
Maybe it's the way Aerith meets her gaze, or the spark of knowing awareness in her eyes. Or maybe it's the little smile — the softness and openness, an inviting gentleness. Maika feels herself swallow, suddenly all too aware of the warmth of the room, the warmth of Aerith's body close to hers. And when Aerith starts shedding her outermost layer—
Well. Maika's complexion doesn't show a blush readily. But she's abruptly aware of it heating her skin, making her feel momentarily dizzy. A little too hurried to be casual, she pushes herself up and swings her legs off the bed. Time to retreat to the upper bunk, unless Aerith is looking for a lot more distraction to get the worries off her mind. And that feels — she's not sure about that. Like taking advantage of her lowered guard from the shock she'd gotten at the meeting, just at this moment. ]
[ The heaviness between them makes it hard for her to even comprehend what Maika says, as simple a statement as it is. Her thoughts are elsewhere entirely, quick-moving and uncertain. It really isn't a question of whether she wants to grab hold of whatever it is that hangs between them, but a matter of whether or not she should.
Despite her tendency to follow along with her own whims, Aerith knows when something could be a bad idea, when it could shift things irreversibly. And this moment, right here? There wouldn't be any going back.
So it's why she lets Maika go in what's an obvious hurry to scramble up to the top bunk. It's like there's air in the room again, cool and breathable even if her heart still races.
This... this is a feeling to look into another time, when she's had ample opportunity to think and her mind isn't a frenzied mess of jumbled thoughts and unearned grief. So, she shifts around, getting comfortable as she lays her head on the pillow. Getting under the sheets doesn't feel right, not at this moment. ]
[ Is she relieved that her escape was so effortless? Mostly... yes, she thinks. Maika rarely does things simply for show — not important things, anyway. This was the better choice. Better for Aerith, better for her. Better for not confounding whatever Aerith is feeling now with anything else.
Still. The quiet sigh she lets out is weighted with complications. She disguises it with the rustle of blankets as she burrows in, too warm but safely hidden again. ]
...Goodnight, little bird.
[ And she's going to fling her arm over her eyes and will herself to sleep, with the experience and determination of someone who's truly learned to get rest whenever and however she can. ]
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[ It's an offhand thought, the words chosen half at random. Her mind isn't on Mina or her predicament at all right now. Unfortunately.
Maybe it's the way Aerith meets her gaze, or the spark of knowing awareness in her eyes. Or maybe it's the little smile — the softness and openness, an inviting gentleness. Maika feels herself swallow, suddenly all too aware of the warmth of the room, the warmth of Aerith's body close to hers. And when Aerith starts shedding her outermost layer—
Well. Maika's complexion doesn't show a blush readily. But she's abruptly aware of it heating her skin, making her feel momentarily dizzy. A little too hurried to be casual, she pushes herself up and swings her legs off the bed. Time to retreat to the upper bunk, unless Aerith is looking for a lot more distraction to get the worries off her mind. And that feels — she's not sure about that. Like taking advantage of her lowered guard from the shock she'd gotten at the meeting, just at this moment. ]
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Despite her tendency to follow along with her own whims, Aerith knows when something could be a bad idea, when it could shift things irreversibly. And this moment, right here? There wouldn't be any going back.
So it's why she lets Maika go in what's an obvious hurry to scramble up to the top bunk. It's like there's air in the room again, cool and breathable even if her heart still races.
This... this is a feeling to look into another time, when she's had ample opportunity to think and her mind isn't a frenzied mess of jumbled thoughts and unearned grief. So, she shifts around, getting comfortable as she lays her head on the pillow. Getting under the sheets doesn't feel right, not at this moment. ]
Good night.
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Still. The quiet sigh she lets out is weighted with complications. She disguises it with the rustle of blankets as she burrows in, too warm but safely hidden again. ]
...Goodnight, little bird.
[ And she's going to fling her arm over her eyes and will herself to sleep, with the experience and determination of someone who's truly learned to get rest whenever and however she can. ]