[The moments between his question and when Yoimiya speaks feels like an eternity. His eager ears yearn for a yes, even if this only started as some lighthearted flirting that quickly turned into something a little more. It's not the first time he's had these feelings, remembering faintly that he'd thought of her as someone who he'd like as a girlfriend back when they'd first had sex, but that was something he'd written off as being drunk and under the power of the brand on his chest. He doesn't feel like that now, it feels a lot more natural and genuine, acting like himself in a moment when his heart comes to the forefront to express what he's really feeling inside. It doesn't feel forced or unnatural, easily expressing himself to her. She was cute, attractive, fun, and someone who would compliment him so well. Trauma brought them together quicker than normal- but he wouldn't of needed it.
Which is why his heart sinks in his chest and gloom fills him when she doesn't say yes or no, but just a "Hey, Ajax." Without sparing a glance, he already knows what she's going to say, he can see it in her eyes. How the bright, happy light seems to dim when she realizes that there might be more going on than two people confessing their innermost feelings for each other. His own eyes divert away from her beautiful, golden ones to see the glowing on her chest. He doesn't have to look at his own to know it probably is too, and a disappointment fills him in a way that upsets him more than he'll ever admit to.]
...I know.
[He tries not to sound too dejected, but it's hard. He looks her back in the eye, face crestfallen at the realization that they really don't know if what they're feeling is real or not. He speaks again, as if to comfort her and assuage her unspoken concerns and says:]
It feels real.
[And it feels different than when their sex-addled brains take over and all they want to do is fuck until they get Yoimiya pregnant. But they truly can't know how far the extent of the mark's power goes. Ajax doesn't put Yoimiya down, opting to keep her in his arms for the moment, unsure what the better choice is.]
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Which is why his heart sinks in his chest and gloom fills him when she doesn't say yes or no, but just a "Hey, Ajax." Without sparing a glance, he already knows what she's going to say, he can see it in her eyes. How the bright, happy light seems to dim when she realizes that there might be more going on than two people confessing their innermost feelings for each other. His own eyes divert away from her beautiful, golden ones to see the glowing on her chest. He doesn't have to look at his own to know it probably is too, and a disappointment fills him in a way that upsets him more than he'll ever admit to.]
...I know.
[He tries not to sound too dejected, but it's hard. He looks her back in the eye, face crestfallen at the realization that they really don't know if what they're feeling is real or not. He speaks again, as if to comfort her and assuage her unspoken concerns and says:]
It feels real.
[And it feels different than when their sex-addled brains take over and all they want to do is fuck until they get Yoimiya pregnant. But they truly can't know how far the extent of the mark's power goes. Ajax doesn't put Yoimiya down, opting to keep her in his arms for the moment, unsure what the better choice is.]