[ That's what Ace was trying to establish himself, momentarily pushing his own thoughts aside, for whatever he hoped or wished to achieve was no longer his call to make. The one thing Tear had made clear was that she needed more time to put her thoughts in order, and it was within her rights to request that much. It had also drawn a certain line as far as discussing one another's feelings was concerned, a line that the young cadet had almost managed to cross so many times over the course of this single evening.
Some of those had been conscious decisions, others, not so much. It was especially the latter that he feared, slowly realising the direction in which all of it was heading might have as well been the result of his own machinations rather than what should have been something purely theirs. After all, it wasn't her sincerity that he put into question, but his own perception of the reality changed by the melodist's presence.
Kind, understanding, loving, Tear was all that to him and he could only hope he'd been able to reciprocate, except how would he ever know how to ask? It would have been so liberating to be granted that knowledge, maybe then he would be able to step forward and make things... clear.
And then, there's what he actually ends up doing, that is stare back, his lips slightly parted in a promise of words of explanation that, nonetheless, never come. Music once again begins filling the hall, except it seems to have significantly slowed down as if in line with the boy's own distorted sense of time. ]
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Some of those had been conscious decisions, others, not so much. It was especially the latter that he feared, slowly realising the direction in which all of it was heading might have as well been the result of his own machinations rather than what should have been something purely theirs. After all, it wasn't her sincerity that he put into question, but his own perception of the reality changed by the melodist's presence.
Kind, understanding, loving, Tear was all that to him and he could only hope he'd been able to reciprocate, except how would he ever know how to ask? It would have been so liberating to be granted that knowledge, maybe then he would be able to step forward and make things... clear.
And then, there's what he actually ends up doing, that is stare back, his lips slightly parted in a promise of words of explanation that, nonetheless, never come. Music once again begins filling the hall, except it seems to have significantly slowed down as if in line with the boy's own distorted sense of time. ]