Your name is Rose Lalonde and you are currently walking along a path in the meteor with Kanaya. Hand in hand, fingers interlocked you tread slowly through the darkened halls. There is likely much of interest, but you are currently too preoccupied to notice it. You've become keenly aware of the strange numbness that has run through much of you. Save that one hand. There you feel a pleasant warmth and though you'd normally question the fact that what is technically a walking corpse is warm, you don't now.
There is something else to think about. You've pondered the matter before and if it could indeed be considered what you were theorizing. Now you feel so horrendously certain and wish to build a clever plan of attack. It will be witty and amazing and remembered for all time because of how draw droppingly suave it is. This is what you want, but it is not what you manage.
Instead you suddenly pause in your walking and Kanaya quirks her head to look at you, a questioning look upon her face. Any plan you had dies and instead you do the only thing you can: fill the air with lots of pretty words.
"Kanaya I do believe that I'm in possession of a truth that aches to be revealed. There exist about us in the many immaterial planes of existence, beings of aether that await the eventual torrent of confession with bated breath. Or, more accurately, what amounts to such for such beings of fine color and spirit," you begin all in one breath. You can barely feel your body anymore and the talking can't be stopped, "Now you see this fact that I wish to divulge to you at the time is one of agonizing import and significance. Verily it crushes my spirits and numbs my limbs. Honestly it's quite a surprising relief that I'm even capable of this much. I'm beginning to drawl on, though, spewing logorrheic nonsense and so I must make effort to cut this short. What I mean to state that is I harbor a series of thoughts and emotions that I have garnered to be romantic in nature. Flushed in particular."
You stop for a moment and laugh at yourself awkwardly. Next you wave for no reason with your one free hand and wait for a moment. You're so terribly fucked now and you've messed this up all so bad. So you finish with a "That's not succinct in the slightest...I should have settled on 'Kanaya I think I'm horrendously flushed for you.'"
A wave of relief comes after saying that, but there is still a nagging anxiety in the air.
=> Rose: Confess romantic feelings. (FILL: TEAM Dolorosa<3Mindfang)
There is something else to think about. You've pondered the matter before and if it could indeed be considered what you were theorizing. Now you feel so horrendously certain and wish to build a clever plan of attack. It will be witty and amazing and remembered for all time because of how draw droppingly suave it is. This is what you want, but it is not what you manage.
Instead you suddenly pause in your walking and Kanaya quirks her head to look at you, a questioning look upon her face. Any plan you had dies and instead you do the only thing you can: fill the air with lots of pretty words.
"Kanaya I do believe that I'm in possession of a truth that aches to be revealed. There exist about us in the many immaterial planes of existence, beings of aether that await the eventual torrent of confession with bated breath. Or, more accurately, what amounts to such for such beings of fine color and spirit," you begin all in one breath. You can barely feel your body anymore and the talking can't be stopped, "Now you see this fact that I wish to divulge to you at the time is one of agonizing import and significance. Verily it crushes my spirits and numbs my limbs. Honestly it's quite a surprising relief that I'm even capable of this much. I'm beginning to drawl on, though, spewing logorrheic nonsense and so I must make effort to cut this short. What I mean to state that is I harbor a series of thoughts and emotions that I have garnered to be romantic in nature. Flushed in particular."
You stop for a moment and laugh at yourself awkwardly. Next you wave for no reason with your one free hand and wait for a moment. You're so terribly fucked now and you've messed this up all so bad. So you finish with a "That's not succinct in the slightest...I should have settled on 'Kanaya I think I'm horrendously flushed for you.'"
A wave of relief comes after saying that, but there is still a nagging anxiety in the air.
>Kanaya: Be overwhelmed by sudden rush of joy