[ Suzaku’s not sure what to expect. Amidst the curiosity, there’s an insignificant sliver of something he doesn’t want to label doubt. Not because he doesn’t believe her — that’s never been in question, even when common sense suggests it should have been. No, it’s not a lack of trust in her. It’s just… He’s never been exposed to the supernatural in a way that didn’t hurt. Even after coming to terms with Geass, it always remained alien. Unnatural. Part of him struggles to imagine that it could be otherwise.
But he’s wrong. ]
That’s amazing. It’s…
[ He trails off, eyes lit up in wonder. The feeling of the breeze isn’t natural, not exactly, though that could simply be perception. He knows who’s creating it, after all. But it’s also gentle, almost soothing. A far cry from his subconscious expectations.
Somewhere in the enthusiasm, a thought occurs. ]
I thought you were exaggerating before, when you talked about the wind. I never imagined you meant it literally.
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Date: 2022-10-04 06:12 pm (UTC)But he’s wrong. ]
That’s amazing. It’s…
[ He trails off, eyes lit up in wonder. The feeling of the breeze isn’t natural, not exactly, though that could simply be perception. He knows who’s creating it, after all. But it’s also gentle, almost soothing. A far cry from his subconscious expectations.
Somewhere in the enthusiasm, a thought occurs. ]
I thought you were exaggerating before, when you talked about the wind. I never imagined you meant it literally.