( The stars fall one by one, a faint twinkling noise undercurrenting the night noise in the field, and despite the risk of cybersickness, Natsume peeks open his eyes and turns enough to watch her.
Just for a little bit, her profile backed by the sky's brilliance and the streaks that start to multiply until they're hundreds in number, little white lines like an artist hatching out shadows with white charcoal. He wonders why she came, and why she's here now, and if she's going to stay after; if he's going to be able to move onto the next part of his plans, if he'll hold her hand for more than a few moments, and his hand almost moves before he grounds it again. He wonders if she knows she's pretty cute when she's pretending he's not next to her when she was being cute about him not being there in the first place, valid concerns about the strangeness of being watched or not, and he wonders if she knows he thinks she's pretty when she's the one thing out of place against the twinkling sky.
And then he feels a little ill, so he closes his eyes again to wait for it to pass in quiet. )
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Just for a little bit, her profile backed by the sky's brilliance and the streaks that start to multiply until they're hundreds in number, little white lines like an artist hatching out shadows with white charcoal. He wonders why she came, and why she's here now, and if she's going to stay after; if he's going to be able to move onto the next part of his plans, if he'll hold her hand for more than a few moments, and his hand almost moves before he grounds it again. He wonders if she knows she's pretty cute when she's pretending he's not next to her when she was being cute about him not being there in the first place, valid concerns about the strangeness of being watched or not, and he wonders if she knows he thinks she's pretty when she's the one thing out of place against the twinkling sky.
And then he feels a little ill, so he closes his eyes again to wait for it to pass in quiet. )