[ The kiss is brief, and when she pulls away, she immediately feels a bout of regret and the pressing urge to apologize. How could she outright kiss him like that, especially without his consent...? That was worse than just being straightforward with her feelings...ah, how foolish of her! Perhaps her brother truly was in the right by calling her a foolish girl, for that's what she felt like right now - a fool. Just when she's about to apologize, however, März does something that she doesn't see coming in the slightest, something that she never would've imagined him to do...
...He kisses her back, and she could do nothing but stand there, awestruck, when he pulls back. She raises a hand to touch her lips, the tingling sensation of his on hers still lingering as if he hadn't pulled away at all. Elisabeth remains like that, entirely shell-shocked, her mind still processing what had just happened moments ago. Everything had happened so quickly that it all feels surreal, like she's entered some other plane of existence. It's the boy's words that finally ground her, drawing her back to reality.
"I love you, too, Elisabeth," she hears him say, and those words are just so...astonishing that she can't fully believe them just yet; not that it's any fault of März, for she knows the boy wouldn't lie - and most importantly, not about something as serious as this - but...she's just so incredulous. ] A-All this time, I-- I thought...
[ She thought that he would like someone else, someone who simply wasn't...her. There was nothing particularly outstanding about her; she was liked, she supposed, but not nearly as much as the ones in their class that everyone adored. Everyone had admired (as well as envied) the "prince," as they dubbed him, and his two "princesses." The boys in their class wanted nothing more than to be able to date the two maidens, whose beauty far surpassed that of Elisabeth's. She was average, at best, but then again, she had never had much of a strong self-esteem to begin with. She was quiet and reserved, and a tad awkward; some whose advances she'd reject would also describe her as "prudish"; sometimes a little sickly, having been born with a weak constitution that left her susceptible to most illnesses; and far too obstinate for her own good.
And that didn't even begin to account for what her brother thought of her most of the time.
Elisabeth slowly sinks into her chair, her vision beginning to cloud as tears well in her eyes. Try as she might to wipe them away, they continue to pour down her face like rain. ] I-I...never would have imagined that you... [ Her breath shudders, as if she's still in disbelief over what she'd just heard, which isn't exactly incorrect. She's still trying to wrap her head around this, but she knows that she's happy. She's so happy that her heart is swelling with joy inside her chest. ] That you would...love me in return, März.
[ If he had rejected her, even though it would have hurt beyond belief, she would have bore that pain for him. That was how much she loved him - so much that she could withstand anything. Her heart completely belonged to him that...circumstances demanding, she feels as though she could even die for him. She would rather die than betray him. But she doesn't have to worry about that because this isn't the universe where she dies a saint März returns her feelings.
She sniffs and gives him a teary smile, wiping at her eyes once again. She's certain she looks like a mess with how hard she's been crying, but... ]
Ah...März, I'm so happy... [ Oh right, she didn't answer his question. ] N-No! No, that wasn't too forward at all...I'm honestly relieved to hear you feel the same way. I thought you would reject me for sure...
let us just pretend that this icon is not younger elisabeth shhh
...He kisses her back, and she could do nothing but stand there, awestruck, when he pulls back. She raises a hand to touch her lips, the tingling sensation of his on hers still lingering as if he hadn't pulled away at all. Elisabeth remains like that, entirely shell-shocked, her mind still processing what had just happened moments ago. Everything had happened so quickly that it all feels surreal, like she's entered some other plane of existence. It's the boy's words that finally ground her, drawing her back to reality.
"I love you, too, Elisabeth," she hears him say, and those words are just so...astonishing that she can't fully believe them just yet; not that it's any fault of März, for she knows the boy wouldn't lie - and most importantly, not about something as serious as this - but...she's just so incredulous. ] A-All this time, I-- I thought...
[ She thought that he would like someone else, someone who simply wasn't...her. There was nothing particularly outstanding about her; she was liked, she supposed, but not nearly as much as the ones in their class that everyone adored. Everyone had admired (as well as envied) the "prince," as they dubbed him, and his two "princesses." The boys in their class wanted nothing more than to be able to date the two maidens, whose beauty far surpassed that of Elisabeth's. She was average, at best, but then again, she had never had much of a strong self-esteem to begin with. She was quiet and reserved, and a tad awkward; some whose advances she'd reject would also describe her as "prudish"; sometimes a little sickly, having been born with a weak constitution that left her susceptible to most illnesses; and far too obstinate for her own good.
And that didn't even begin to account for what her brother thought of her most of the time.
Elisabeth slowly sinks into her chair, her vision beginning to cloud as tears well in her eyes. Try as she might to wipe them away, they continue to pour down her face like rain. ] I-I...never would have imagined that you... [ Her breath shudders, as if she's still in disbelief over what she'd just heard, which isn't exactly incorrect. She's still trying to wrap her head around this, but she knows that she's happy. She's so happy that her heart is swelling with joy inside her chest. ] That you would...love me in return, März.
[ If he had rejected her, even though it would have hurt beyond belief, she would have bore that pain for him. That was how much she loved him - so much that she could withstand anything. Her heart completely belonged to him that...circumstances demanding, she feels as though she could even die for him. She would rather die than betray him. But she doesn't have to worry about that because
this isn't the universe where she dies a saintMärz returns her feelings.She sniffs and gives him a teary smile, wiping at her eyes once again. She's certain she looks like a mess with how hard she's been crying, but... ]
Ah...März, I'm so happy... [ Oh right, she didn't answer his question. ] N-No! No, that wasn't too forward at all...I'm honestly relieved to hear you feel the same way. I thought you would reject me for sure...