[ she not grown a single inch in those ten years, but she had certainly carried herself as if she had. the olivia that greets him now is meek, and quiet, shoulders hunched as her hands wring unconsciously before her, making her seem much smaller than she actually is — though her overall height isn't much to speak of in the first place.
the olivia he'd met had been older. wiser. far more tired, but with years of learned nobility carrying her chin a little higher than this current olivia would ever dream of attempting. back then, she had been quick to meet anyone's eye, her own a rich purple that spoke of horrors no one person should ever have to witness. this olivia now can barely even meet his eyes. it's no wonder he is confused.
similarly, she hadn't been sure who to expect when she gets to the lake. her memories still fuzzy, her mind still disoriented, but she can recall quite vividly the moment she noticed the lack of familiar weight on her hand... and the young, unruly man she had rescued just minutes prior to that. ]
It... isn't exactly mine.
[ her eyes fall on his hand, then hastily dart away. ]
Not yet, at least. It didn't feel right to take it... [ but she isn't sure what else to do with it. ]
[Jin, for his part, is older-- though only a bit wiser. But it's enough. He hardly slouches these days, holds his head high in pride rather than bowed in shame; he's proved himself, succeeded the legacy of his family before him in a way he'd thought impossible back then. Five years past eighteen, Kung Jin is almost unrecognizable, if not for the hard jaw, and the thoughtfulness still swimming behind his dark eyes.
He takes note of his reaction, glancing back at the band in his palm. An innocent ring shouldn't elicit that kind of reaction.]
Which means that it's something you're going to own. If it's going to belong to you, anyway, there shouldn't be a problem.
[his hand, which'd been held flat to offer it to Olivia as she approached, closes in a loose fist around her ring at the sign of her hesitance.]
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[Sure enough, he's there to meet Olivia there when she arrives: in his own robes rather than his uniform, Magitek around his neck, and ring in hand.
Somehow, he imagined this girl taller. Maybe he'd met her when she had been.]
You didn't sound that excited to take this back.
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the olivia he'd met had been older. wiser. far more tired, but with years of learned nobility carrying her chin a little higher than this current olivia would ever dream of attempting. back then, she had been quick to meet anyone's eye, her own a rich purple that spoke of horrors no one person should ever have to witness. this olivia now can barely even meet his eyes. it's no wonder he is confused.
similarly, she hadn't been sure who to expect when she gets to the lake. her memories still fuzzy, her mind still disoriented, but she can recall quite vividly the moment she noticed the lack of familiar weight on her hand... and the young, unruly man she had rescued just minutes prior to that. ]
It... isn't exactly mine.
[ her eyes fall on his hand, then hastily dart away. ]
Not yet, at least. It didn't feel right to take it... [ but she isn't sure what else to do with it. ]
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He takes note of his reaction, glancing back at the band in his palm. An innocent ring shouldn't elicit that kind of reaction.]
Which means that it's something you're going to own. If it's going to belong to you, anyway, there shouldn't be a problem.
[his hand, which'd been held flat to offer it to Olivia as she approached, closes in a loose fist around her ring at the sign of her hesitance.]
Unless there is a problem...?