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[willing_sheath]

[A standard pre-recorded message starts:]

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. [There are a few long moments of dead silence before someone draws a breath speaks in a stiff, uncomfortable tone:] Himura Tomoe... [and another long few seconds of silence where she apparently didn't realize how to stop the recording.] is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options. To leave a callback number, press five.

[BEEP]



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[embracethewind]

( he can see it, however, he wonders if someday there will be a smile on her face because of him. he's starting to have doubts.

his head lowers, unsatisfied with that answer. is she confirming another separation? )

Is that so?

[willing_sheath]

[Perhaps he needs to rethink his definitions. If he did maybe he would realize that he does make her smile and he does make her laugh--it just isn't in the same way.]

Yes, it is.

[Alas... she doesn't realize he is misinterpreting her words...]

[embracethewind]

( of course he's not asking for a fake smile or a frequent smile, only one that comes from the heart, as long as she wants, it won't make him love her less if not. he promised a smile for both of them, that he did, although his heart feels hurt, jealous, overprotective. only minimal, but it's there, and tomoe would feel overwhelmed if she knew about such selfishness.

he wants to be with her, with constance, with meryl. how when his heart feels divided in many pieces?

his body clings to her, pressing his forehead against her stomach in silence. )

[willing_sheath]

[Tomoe holds him as he clings to her, running a hand up and down his back, the other resting against the nape of his neck.]