[In all honesty, Fray hadn't really stopped to consider what sort of a reaction Argenti would have to his words. He said them because they felt right and because he wanted Argenti to know just how much he means to Fray, not because he was seeking a reciprocation of those feelings.
And yet that's what he gets, and it feels like something has a stranglehold on his chest - his heart, his lungs, perhaps especially his voice, because he can't find the words he so desperately needs to say in response. But then Argenti reappears, looking even more radiant than usual. (Or maybe that's just the blood.)
There isn't time to call out to him even if Fray could get words to cooperate, because he's suddenly struck with a vision - one that almost hurts in how deeply he adores it. The Warrior of Light is everything to him, after all, but so is Argenti, and knowing that those affections of Fray's are returned could make him crumple to his knees. He's never known what to do with such overwhelming, positive feelings, and they threaten to crush him now.
In some ways, he's almost thankful when something else happens, forcing him out of his head and his feelings and back into the present, with an urgent shout.]
Argenti!
[Fray lunges forward immediately, sword drawn off his back to start cutting through the thicker vines. He's careful and precise with his actions - after all, he doesn't want to risk hurting Argenti - but there's an urgency and desperation to his swings that isn't usually present.]
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And yet that's what he gets, and it feels like something has a stranglehold on his chest - his heart, his lungs, perhaps especially his voice, because he can't find the words he so desperately needs to say in response. But then Argenti reappears, looking even more radiant than usual. (Or maybe that's just the blood.)
There isn't time to call out to him even if Fray could get words to cooperate, because he's suddenly struck with a vision - one that almost hurts in how deeply he adores it. The Warrior of Light is everything to him, after all, but so is Argenti, and knowing that those affections of Fray's are returned could make him crumple to his knees. He's never known what to do with such overwhelming, positive feelings, and they threaten to crush him now.
In some ways, he's almost thankful when something else happens, forcing him out of his head and his feelings and back into the present, with an urgent shout.]
Argenti!
[Fray lunges forward immediately, sword drawn off his back to start cutting through the thicker vines. He's careful and precise with his actions - after all, he doesn't want to risk hurting Argenti - but there's an urgency and desperation to his swings that isn't usually present.]
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At least with such a large sword he is making grand efforts at getting closer. Damn, why are there so many vines, though? ]
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