Miorine's body can't deny Suletta's request even though her brain wants so badly to avoid her face and slink out of the room.
Perfectionism and shame went hand in hand for Miorine, ruled so many parts of her life - and it was much the same for Suletta. It's why, for all their differences they seem to slot together so well. And it's why Miorine does eventually meet her eyes.
She's glad she did - she always forgets how nice things like this feel until Suletta initiates them. Miorine leans into Suletta with momentum; someone less sturdy would fall over from the force. When her head finds a comfy spot on her chest she all but crumbles.
"I hate wearing heels all day.. I hate all of those stupid old men with their ugly red faces. And THEN they treat me like a joke to my face! Stupid old perverts- ugh!" Miorine has devolved into her most honest state: angry, whiny, childish. She's muttering into Suletta's chest like she's her pillow, comforted by her warm skin and steady heartbeat. There's a few more seconds of this and then she looks up. Still burrowed in Suletta's chest her mouth isn't visible, turning her into just an angry pair of eyes glimmering with the tiniest drops of tears.
"And then I saw those pictures Chuchu posted. You went to the cafe without me.." New restaurants were rare occurrences on campus. Miorine wanted to go with Suletta, but between her schedule and bashfulness she just hadn't gotten around to asking.
Often Miorine doesn't need her input when she goes on a tear like this, just her support, and Suletta offers this in indulgent excess. She handles the sudden weight of Miorine's body without falling backward, cradling her in her embrace. She listens, murmuring soothing things into her hair and rubbing slow circles along her back.
After some time of this, Miorine looks up at her in a way that makes Suletta's mouth almost twitch up into a smile, until she realizes what has her upset. Immediately, she's flustered.
"-Eh? Um..." Suletta tries to remember: had Miorine mentioned wanting to go? She's sure she would have made some sort of note of it... "I-I didn't know you wanted to go. You're always so busy, bu... but we can go another time, okay?"
Her quiet confidence seems to have temporarily fled her in the wake of possibly forgetting something as momentous as Miorine wanting to go... well, anywhere. She was often introverted and reticent when she was not working or in her garden. "Don't be upset — it's alright. Ah... you're back home now. We can do whatever you want, really!"
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Date: 2024-01-03 03:24 am (UTC)Perfectionism and shame went hand in hand for Miorine, ruled so many parts of her life - and it was much the same for Suletta. It's why, for all their differences they seem to slot together so well. And it's why Miorine does eventually meet her eyes.
She's glad she did - she always forgets how nice things like this feel until Suletta initiates them. Miorine leans into Suletta with momentum; someone less sturdy would fall over from the force. When her head finds a comfy spot on her chest she all but crumbles.
"I hate wearing heels all day.. I hate all of those stupid old men with their ugly red faces. And THEN they treat me like a joke to my face! Stupid old perverts- ugh!" Miorine has devolved into her most honest state: angry, whiny, childish. She's muttering into Suletta's chest like she's her pillow, comforted by her warm skin and steady heartbeat. There's a few more seconds of this and then she looks up. Still burrowed in Suletta's chest her mouth isn't visible, turning her into just an angry pair of eyes glimmering with the tiniest drops of tears.
"And then I saw those pictures Chuchu posted. You went to the cafe without me.." New restaurants were rare occurrences on campus. Miorine wanted to go with Suletta, but between her schedule and bashfulness she just hadn't gotten around to asking.
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Date: 2024-01-15 05:27 am (UTC)After some time of this, Miorine looks up at her in a way that makes Suletta's mouth almost twitch up into a smile, until she realizes what has her upset. Immediately, she's flustered.
"-Eh? Um..." Suletta tries to remember: had Miorine mentioned wanting to go? She's sure she would have made some sort of note of it... "I-I didn't know you wanted to go. You're always so busy, bu... but we can go another time, okay?"
Her quiet confidence seems to have temporarily fled her in the wake of possibly forgetting something as momentous as Miorine wanting to go... well, anywhere. She was often introverted and reticent when she was not working or in her garden. "Don't be upset — it's alright. Ah... you're back home now. We can do whatever you want, really!"