[As she waits for him to weigh in, there's a strange flutter of nerves that she isn't sure how to properly understand. It gets woven intricately with the preexisting feelings that have put her in such a complicated situation where he's concerned. She can still distinctly say that she isn't wholly certain of where her feelings are when it comes to the man she once so blindly followed. But standing here with him now, having him within arm's reach, she almost feels a nagging voice in the back of her mind, prodding her toward something that she, perhaps, has been intentionally ignorant to.
In denial over, perhaps.
His response, however, catches her attention. She tilts her head as if she's trying to piece it together to understand it. Dohalim's poetic demeanour has often seemed roundabout and Kisara would not say she is particularly poetic herself. Appreciative of it, but sometimes it might be lost on her.]
Hm? Oh. Well, no.
[Lifting a hand, she's reaching back to feel how he's carefully pulled her hair back in place in the scarf.]
It feels a little different, but not in a bad way. If it's not bad, I'll wear my hair like this more often. Shionne can probably help me with it since I don't know much about doing hair or clothes or... anything like that.
It's okay. I still love him.
In denial over, perhaps.
His response, however, catches her attention. She tilts her head as if she's trying to piece it together to understand it. Dohalim's poetic demeanour has often seemed roundabout and Kisara would not say she is particularly poetic herself. Appreciative of it, but sometimes it might be lost on her.]
Hm? Oh. Well, no.
[Lifting a hand, she's reaching back to feel how he's carefully pulled her hair back in place in the scarf.]
It feels a little different, but not in a bad way. If it's not bad, I'll wear my hair like this more often. Shionne can probably help me with it since I don't know much about doing hair or clothes or... anything like that.