[ "It's been a while," Eula says naturally, and Aerith's brows raise as she realizes that she really is like a knight. It's curious to her; she'd thought of knights as little more than men in armor suits who died for someone else's cause, but... here Eula is, treating her like the most important girl at the ball.
She spins under Eula's guidance. The world blurs together, a dizzying sight, but when she comes back around, it's the other woman's face and presence that anchors her still. Her grip tightens; she's got a type, it seems. ]
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She spins under Eula's guidance. The world blurs together, a dizzying sight, but when she comes back around, it's the other woman's face and presence that anchors her still. Her grip tightens; she's got a type, it seems. ]
Oh? Anyone I should be jealous of?