[ Not quite, not definitely. There are still bound to be slip ups, sleepless nights - it will be a while if she takes up arms again as a Huntress, if ever. There are still things that need to be spoken of, consequences that need to be faced. But the energy expended doesn't feel quite so lost; and her aura is stunted, yes, but not gone.
His own happiness is infectious. That and her own exhaustive effort fill her with a faint sense of lassitude. Standing up again, she's still wavering somewhat on her feet - but when she offers him a hand, her grip is sturdy.
Opening her mouth - ]
...
[ Closing it again! A faint flush appears high up on her cheeks and her gaze wanders, girlish shyness making her look more like the girl he knew in Remnant, before.
How is that after stopping a train, this is the more intimidating task? ]
When my aura comes back fully, would you consider... having dinner with me?
[ SCREAMING INTERNALLY, TBH. On the outside, she's cool as a cucumber. If he says no, makes his disinterest clear once and for all, that'll be the final nail in the coffin for her pursuit. Still, she remembers their time at the holiday party, the way his heart had sped up on the roof -- Maybe. Maybe something. ]
As in a real date.
[ ... she can throw herself out the window now, right? Her nerves ring in her ears and, somehow, this is still scarier than having to stop a train. ]
no subject
His own happiness is infectious. That and her own exhaustive effort fill her with a faint sense of lassitude. Standing up again, she's still wavering somewhat on her feet - but when she offers him a hand, her grip is sturdy.
Opening her mouth - ]
...
[ Closing it again! A faint flush appears high up on her cheeks and her gaze wanders, girlish shyness making her look more like the girl he knew in Remnant, before.
How is that after stopping a train, this is the more intimidating task? ]
Jaune —
[ If only Shia LaBeouf was here to scream at her. ]
When my aura comes back fully, would you consider... having dinner with me?
[ SCREAMING INTERNALLY, TBH. On the outside, she's cool as a cucumber. If he says no, makes his disinterest clear once and for all, that'll be the final nail in the coffin for her pursuit. Still, she remembers their time at the holiday party, the way his heart had sped up on the roof -- Maybe. Maybe something. ]
As in a real date.
[ ... she can throw herself out the window now, right? Her nerves ring in her ears and, somehow, this is still scarier than having to stop a train. ]