WEEK THREE MINGLE

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ᯓ⭐ WEEK THREE MINGLE

Happy third week, lovebirds! Here's to hoping you're riding high on the wave of success of one whole pair being correct! Surely you must have an idea by now how to win this thing!

Probably?

The good news is that you're not going to have to find yourselves in any weird clothes this time around, except maybe that just leads to a strange sense of foreboding for a future scenario...? Who knows. You can't quite brace yourself for it this time.

But don't worry, it's not like there's nothing happening. On the contrary!

For the entirety of this week, you'll find yourself feeling... clingy. It's going to start feeling very strange if you're not leaning on someone, holding their hand, cuddling with them, sitting in their lap, stealing a kiss, or engaging in some other form of affectionate physical contact. And if it's someone you're already feeling fond of OR someone you actually can't stand, guess what?

That feeling is doubled!

You may realize this is an unusual feeling, but so what? Trying to ignore it is only going to make it feel stronger and do you really want to make yourselves feel miserable?

Shut up, masochists.

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[hearthwarming]

[ the power of aesthetics... (no)

Regardless, the feeling of fingers carding through her hair seems to only soothe, lull her into a restful state even more. She hums, content, a sleepy little smile curling at her lips. In her mind, she dreams of a beautiful, mild day in the woods, perhaps finding a nice spot in a clearing with Juniper after a morning spent scouting and foraging, and— Juniper. There's something about Juniper—

She's... been taken. She remembers. And in order to see to her freedom once more, Ori has to— ]

Mmm...?

[ Her eyes flutter open, slowly but surely, only to find not a bright, blue, cloud-speckled sky over the Hollow Wilds, but... Yukong's eyes. ]

...Like when the sun sets...

[ Her eyes, she means. ]

[helmswoman]

[ It's not the first time that their faces have been perhaps a little too close. The very first time they met, when Yukong helped Ori free herself from that bush, it had been the same.

She's glad that when Ori wakes, it's peacefully, and that she hasn't startled her. Though the words she speaks makes Yukong wonder if she's still half-dreaming. ]

Hmm? [ She tilts her head, but for some reason, she hasn't stopped stroking Ori's hair. ] What was that?

[hearthwarming]

[ The half-lidded look of her gaze, and the drowsiness in her smile do seem to suggest that she's not entirely awake, because... how else would Yukong be the first person she sees upon waking, stroking her hair and looking down at her so sweetly...? ]

Your eyes. They're the color of the sky, when the sun is setting...

[helmswoman]

[ Oh.

Yukong isn't sure that she was still capable of it at this point, with all she's lived through, but she does actually blush at that. The movement of her hand pauses, fingers caught halfway through one of Ori's long tresses. ]

And yours are like the ring of a helix nebula.

[hearthwarming]

[ The color she finds sweeping across Yukong's cheeks and her words both give Oriphi pause, causing her to simply blink up at the other woman before she gives a warm little chuckle. ]

The ring of a what...?

[ It seems it's then, however, that Ori realizes she's absolutely awake. ]

Oh...

[helmswoman]

[ Yukong chuckles and shifts to the side slightly, drawing her hand back to give Ori the space to sit up if she wants to, now that she's properly awake. ]

Do you know what a nebula is, Ori?