Oath to Joy Fortune: Spoken Love
Overview
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Story Script
You: "Name your favorite part of his/her body."
You: (Why does it feel like one of those questions in a couple's questionnaire...)
Vyn seems to sense your inner whining and asks you.
Vyn: Hmm? What is it?
You: I'm just a little skeptical about how this question can help a relationship...
Vyn: Whether it helps or not, I am curious about your answer.
Vyn: So, can you tell me?
You: Huh...
You look at Vyn and the happiness in his eyes as he waits for an answer.
You: (My favorite part of Vyn's body?)
You: (I've never thought about that question before...)
It just seems that your feelings for Vyn have yet to reach its own peak, and now you are asked to name your favorite part of his body...
Although you've never done an evaluation of it, you don't think you can do it with certainity.
However, looking at Vyn, you are resolute with the answer from the bottom of your heart.
You: My favorite... part of your body...
You: It's your hands.
With that, you take Vyn's hand.
Your fingers interlock with his until your palms touch, as if your hands are hugging.
You: A simple gesture is enough to give me overflowing strength.
Vyn squeezes your hand back, trying to pass on his unfinished words.
You: It's your hair.
Vyn: My hair?
Vyn is surprised by your answer and looks confused.
You raise your hand and gently rub it against his temples. It may tickle, but he doesn't budge.
Instead, he holds your hand, snuggling against it.
You: Because it's a special color.
You: I can immediately spot you in a crowd.
You: No matter where we go, no matter what we experience, I feel reassured when I see this color.
A few strands of hair sweep against the back of your fingers, and the tingling feeling amplifies due to the close distance.
It tickles, but also brings endless joy.
Vyn: [Player]... you...
Vyn seems touched upon hearing your words, but you blush somehow.
You: Is that too corny...?
You: This one just feels like one of those questions in a couple's questionnaire...
Vyn: Not at all...
Vyn: I like your answer.
Vyn: Except your answer... has gotten me all riled up.
Vyn moves closer, pinching your chin with his index finger and thumb as he examines it carefully.
You: Vyn?
His eyes are like the spring rain, drenching you silently with gentle affection.
You: Vyn...
Vyn's eyes are like a golden whirlpool, making you want to indulge in them.
You cannot resist his eyes and call out his name again, trying to break free.
Vyn: Do not move yet...
Vyn: Are you not curious about my answer?
Vyn: About my favorite part of your body...
His voice trails off, and you can't help but slow your breathing as he speaks.
Vyn: Your eyes.
Vyn: Whenever I look at you, you look back at me with those eyes.
He raises his hand, his fingertips gliding past your eyes like a gentleman walking.
His delicate touch starts at your eyelid, slowly passes over your lashes, then stops at the corner of your eye.
He suddenly inches closer and kisses you, lingering but without lust, as if kissing a beloved treasure.
Vyn: Your beautiful eyes are looking at me, and only me.
Vyn: How can anyone not love them?
He sighs helplessly, and you understand what he means.
Those eyes of his are like a golden sea under the sun, clearly able to contain everything in the world, but occupied by you alone.
No one can resist such temptation and romance.
Love is but a glance from a person that makes you want to toss everything aside.
