[It's something they have in common, then. She can fall in battle, but - if she stays safe... her life will span ages. She's well aware of that.
Admitting it, though, is a difficult thing. But Yin Yu is trustworthy. He's proven to be trustworthy, and he's choosing to trust her in turn. She wants to trust her with more of her secrets, but she's grown so used to not sharing them that the words stick in her throat.
Instead:]
Thank you... for trusting me with this knowledge. I shall take it to my grave.
[Except they'll both get doxxed in a few days, instead.]
[ he nods. it's. a prickly, sort of uncomfortable feeling to share these sort of things, but...it's not bad. yin yu is in much of the same, and there are many of his that will never see the light of day, not even with this person if he can help it; he keeps his boss's secrets, and he keeps his own, buried so deep in hopes that no one will ever get to really know him. he thinks, perhaps if flayn got to know him, really, she wouldn't be so kind.
it doesn't show on his face, though, and quietly, he lifts his glass again, to clink it gently against hers. it's odd to feel vulnerable and exposed; that is definitely the end of secret sharing hour for yin yu. ] You're very kind.
[Flayn raises her glass and clinks it against his, smiling as she brings it back to her lips to take another sip.]
As are you.
[She means it. How much she means it is clearly written on her face - she's never been good at disguising what she feels. Much as she dislikes it, she is something of an open book.]
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[It's something they have in common, then. She can fall in battle, but - if she stays safe... her life will span ages. She's well aware of that.
Admitting it, though, is a difficult thing. But Yin Yu is trustworthy. He's proven to be trustworthy, and he's choosing to trust her in turn. She wants to trust her with more of her secrets, but she's grown so used to not sharing them that the words stick in her throat.
Instead:]
Thank you... for trusting me with this knowledge. I shall take it to my grave.
[Except they'll both get doxxed in a few days, instead.]
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it doesn't show on his face, though, and quietly, he lifts his glass again, to clink it gently against hers. it's odd to feel vulnerable and exposed; that is definitely the end of secret sharing hour for yin yu. ] You're very kind.
[ he does mean it, though. flayn really is. ]
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As are you.
[She means it. How much she means it is clearly written on her face - she's never been good at disguising what she feels. Much as she dislikes it, she is something of an open book.]