[When had it gotten this easy, to bend down and find his lips in the dark? Hayame does not know, and yet... she knows to trace his jaw with her fingers as she kisses him, her fingers trailing affectionately down to his sleep shirt and brushing over the arrowhead nestled on his chest.
Ah... As much as she wants to make sure he had not heard her, as much as she wished she could just say it, or at least maybe not just prove Claude's guess about her moods to be accurate... Hayame's cheeks are red and flustered, her voice quiet and soft in the dimly lit night when she whispers back to him,]
... What kind of dream?
[If he could just know, somehow, so that she needn't ever say it aloud...]
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Ah... As much as she wants to make sure he had not heard her, as much as she wished she could just say it, or at least maybe not just prove Claude's guess about her moods to be accurate... Hayame's cheeks are red and flustered, her voice quiet and soft in the dimly lit night when she whispers back to him,]
... What kind of dream?
[If he could just know, somehow, so that she needn't ever say it aloud...]