Would Luke have preferred the label, “intimate bond” instead?
“…!”
The ferocity of his hug surprised the ninja, and he stumbled back several steps, before regaining his balance. Even despite the conversation they shared, prior to leaving their last world, and knowing how Luke felt about him… Well. He hadn’t expected such an affectionate gesture. Maintaining contact between them had been necessary, to fulfill the requirement. There was no such criteria, in this world.
Just as Gaara had recovered and was starting to return the embrace, Luke stepped back. Something resembling disappointment might have flickered across his face, but then quickly vanished. His hands still lingered over his shoulders, and he was about to respond, when someone in the crowd bumped into him from behind. Eyes widening, he was knocked off-balance again, and fell backwards. On reflex, his fists tightened over Luke’s clothing, and he ended up pulling the other redhead with him, carried by the momentum.
His breaths were shrill as his lungs struggled to take in air, initially. With a mild grimace, Gaara muttered quietly, “I’m sorry…” and then, after that apology, “Yes, I remember you. I should hope that we… possess memories of the same events.”
He missed having access to his sand abilities… for a number of reasons.
The pink-furred Moogle clasped her hands around Ion’s, still beaming with excitement and boundless energy. The complete opposite of her Hero companion, really. “Ion! Heehee, that’s a pretty name, kupo! Luke looks nice too! He has a bright smile! He must be good friends with Gaara, kupo!”
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Would Luke have preferred the label, “intimate bond” instead?“…!”
The ferocity of his hug surprised the ninja, and he stumbled back several steps, before regaining his balance. Even despite the conversation they shared, prior to leaving their last world, and knowing how Luke felt about him… Well. He hadn’t expected such an affectionate gesture. Maintaining contact between them had been necessary, to fulfill the requirement. There was no such criteria, in this world.
Just as Gaara had recovered and was starting to return the embrace, Luke stepped back. Something resembling disappointment might have flickered across his face, but then quickly vanished. His hands still lingered over his shoulders, and he was about to respond, when someone in the crowd bumped into him from behind. Eyes widening, he was knocked off-balance again, and fell backwards. On reflex, his fists tightened over Luke’s clothing, and he ended up pulling the other redhead with him, carried by the momentum.
His breaths were shrill as his lungs struggled to take in air, initially. With a mild grimace, Gaara muttered quietly, “I’m sorry…” and then, after that apology, “Yes, I remember you. I should hope that we… possess memories of the same events.”
He missed having access to his sand abilities… for a number of reasons.
The pink-furred Moogle clasped her hands around Ion’s, still beaming with excitement and boundless energy. The complete opposite of her Hero companion, really. “Ion! Heehee, that’s a pretty name, kupo! Luke looks nice too! He has a bright smile! He must be good friends with Gaara, kupo!”