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Soy - 雲もつかむよう
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Timeframe : 1260
Tristan swept into the room. “I need to tell you something,” burst from him at the same time that she declared, “I have something I need to speak to you about.”
They both broke off with a laugh.
“You first,” said Ski, and she would have had to admit she was a bit relieved at the opportunity for delay.
“No, you,” Tristan insisted. “Really, it’s alright.”
Ski choked for a moment, at a loss for anything safe to say. “I, well, your men,” she said. “I cannot help but notice some of them are distinctly lacking in respectable equipment, I mean the number of holes and patches, not to mention rust, and it had occurred to me that I might put in a request for funds if I were to know how many-”
“I love you,” he blurted, and her rambling speech came to a sudden halt. She stared at him, dumbfounded, a lump in her throat keeping the words from finding her tongue as he tumbled on. “I know what you’re going to say. This is foolish. It’s never going to work. I’m only going to get hurt.” He just kept looking at her with that impossibly broad smile and that twinkle to his eyes, and she couldn’t pull herself away. “And I know all that, I do,” he was saying, but Ski was only half listening, intent instead on watching every movement of his lips, every gesture of his hands. “But it’s not like not saying it is going to change any of it, because it’s still true. And if I don’t say it, I-”
“Enough!”
Tristan crumbled. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have-”
“I love you too.” The words tumbled out, and she hastily snapped her mouth shut, surprised that she’d finally managed to find her voice at all. Tristan’s jaw hung open, his face lit anew. “That is…what I really wished to tell you,” Ski wasn’t sure if she was defending herself or just throwing more words into the void, but it was true; she’d wanted to say it for days now. “I love you too.”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1260
Tristan swept into the room. “I need to tell you something,” burst from him at the same time that she declared, “I have something I need to speak to you about.”
They both broke off with a laugh.
“You first,” said Ski, and she would have had to admit she was a bit relieved at the opportunity for delay.
“No, you,” Tristan insisted. “Really, it’s alright.”
Ski choked for a moment, at a loss for anything safe to say. “I, well, your men,” she said. “I cannot help but notice some of them are distinctly lacking in respectable equipment, I mean the number of holes and patches, not to mention rust, and it had occurred to me that I might put in a request for funds if I were to know how many-”
“I love you,” he blurted, and her rambling speech came to a sudden halt. She stared at him, dumbfounded, a lump in her throat keeping the words from finding her tongue as he tumbled on. “I know what you’re going to say. This is foolish. It’s never going to work. I’m only going to get hurt.” He just kept looking at her with that impossibly broad smile and that twinkle to his eyes, and she couldn’t pull herself away. “And I know all that, I do,” he was saying, but Ski was only half listening, intent instead on watching every movement of his lips, every gesture of his hands. “But it’s not like not saying it is going to change any of it, because it’s still true. And if I don’t say it, I-”
“Enough!”
Tristan crumbled. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have-”
“I love you too.” The words tumbled out, and she hastily snapped her mouth shut, surprised that she’d finally managed to find her voice at all. Tristan’s jaw hung open, his face lit anew. “That is…what I really wished to tell you,” Ski wasn’t sure if she was defending herself or just throwing more words into the void, but it was true; she’d wanted to say it for days now. “I love you too.”