[ Hana, in the meantime, has already popped her bottle of Nano Cola open and is taking a swig of it when she hears Shiro mutter "Beautiful," and naturally she draws the conclusion that he's talking about the night sky and nothing, or no one else.
That is, until she feels the touch of his hand once more.
Gradually, she pulls the lip of the bottle away from her own lips and her attention from the stars. Her gaze lifts, fixates briefly on his lips, then on the scar across the bridge of his nose, the newer scar along the side of his face, until it meets his eyes again. For a few moments she's quiet again; her eyelids are brushed with a shimmering shadow and they glisten in the moonlight just as her eyes do as she blinks at him slowly. Her cheeks feel warm again.
What hope did I ever have?
Of what...? ]
Shiro...?
[ She trails off, but before long her lips curl into another small smile and her eyes close when she huffs a light, airy laugh. ]
no subject
That is, until she feels the touch of his hand once more.
Gradually, she pulls the lip of the bottle away from her own lips and her attention from the stars. Her gaze lifts, fixates briefly on his lips, then on the scar across the bridge of his nose, the newer scar along the side of his face, until it meets his eyes again. For a few moments she's quiet again; her eyelids are brushed with a shimmering shadow and they glisten in the moonlight just as her eyes do as she blinks at him slowly. Her cheeks feel warm again.
What hope did I ever have?
Of what...? ]
Shiro...?
[ She trails off, but before long her lips curl into another small smile and her eyes close when she huffs a light, airy laugh. ]
You're being cheesy again.