Ahaha. If I got that many emotions out of you? Then I may just feel like the best writer ever~
[ Her kisses stop, and her head tilts slightly from intrigue at his insistence to write more. She'd been serious about needing only the bare minimum, since whatever she got would make her happy to stare at for hours. Just in case, well...the worst did happen, and he left her again. She needed to hoard as much of his presence as she could this time. Pictures, words, memories, just like the poems scattered across all the pages before them. Something to keep her warm whenever she had to be alone.
She swallows. Her heart pounds. Maybe she's onto something. ]
I'll give you a day. I'll even let you break in a new notebook if you want. Something...just for you.
[ But while she's full of doki doki madness, that's not going to stop her from being awful. He gets one last peck to the corner of his mouth, his lips denied the kiss he craves. As always, she's got a flair for the dramatic, giving something to keep her audience wanting more.
She just has to know how much he wants her. ]
Well, now that that's settled, I can get to reading! This one is called "Gem". It's extra fitting because a flower is the main focus. You can pick what color you think it is, even! I didn't have one in mind when I wrote it, so that'll probably make it more fun!
[ This lying little tart. To make things worse, she's not going to read this one all at once. She's going to reveal each stanza one at a time, keeping the rest covered with her free hand until she's read the previous ones. That'll give him plenty of time to assign whatever meanings he wants to what she's written. And maybe, just maybe, he'll figure out who it's written about.
Spoilers: it's him again. ]
I found a flower flourishing in the snow. It gave me pause. Surely its roots were frozen? I stepped slowly to the frigid bloom to see such an impossibility up close.
[ Monika sneaks a glance at him in her peripheral, then uncovers the next stanza. ]
I knelt in the drift and reached out, expecting a burning touch-- not from fire, but from ice. I was shocked to find the warmth brush my fingertips, smoldering softly beneath the velveteen skin.
[ Funny, really, how this evokes a memory of hers, of resting against his metal the day they first met. He wasn't cold. He was warm and alive. A hidden gem no one else has managed to find. One just for her.
Two stanzas are left, but she pauses there again, smiling to herself. Isn't she so lucky? ]
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[ Her kisses stop, and her head tilts slightly from intrigue at his insistence to write more. She'd been serious about needing only the bare minimum, since whatever she got would make her happy to stare at for hours. Just in case, well...the worst did happen, and he left her again. She needed to hoard as much of his presence as she could this time. Pictures, words, memories, just like the poems scattered across all the pages before them. Something to keep her warm whenever she had to be alone.
She swallows. Her heart pounds. Maybe she's onto something. ]
I'll give you a day. I'll even let you break in a new notebook if you want. Something...just for you.
[ But while she's full of doki doki madness, that's not going to stop her from being awful. He gets one last peck to the corner of his mouth, his lips denied the kiss he craves. As always, she's got a flair for the dramatic, giving something to keep her audience wanting more.
She just has to know how much he wants her. ]
Well, now that that's settled, I can get to reading! This one is called "Gem". It's extra fitting because a flower is the main focus. You can pick what color you think it is, even! I didn't have one in mind when I wrote it, so that'll probably make it more fun!
[ This lying little tart. To make things worse, she's not going to read this one all at once. She's going to reveal each stanza one at a time, keeping the rest covered with her free hand until she's read the previous ones. That'll give him plenty of time to assign whatever meanings he wants to what she's written. And maybe, just maybe, he'll figure out who it's written about.
Spoilers: it's him again. ]
I found a flower flourishing in the snow.
It gave me pause. Surely its roots were frozen?
I stepped slowly to the frigid bloom
to see such an impossibility up close.
[ Monika sneaks a glance at him in her peripheral, then uncovers the next stanza. ]
I knelt in the drift and reached out,
expecting a burning touch--
not from fire, but from ice.
I was shocked to find the warmth brush my fingertips,
smoldering softly beneath the velveteen skin.
[ Funny, really, how this evokes a memory of hers, of resting against his metal the day they first met. He wasn't cold. He was warm and alive. A hidden gem no one else has managed to find. One just for her.
Two stanzas are left, but she pauses there again, smiling to herself. Isn't she so lucky? ]