[ in the short span of time lucina and achilles greet one another, olivia cannot help the sensation of falling for an indefinite amount of time. the ground ripped out from under her, only to have the earth tower over her like walls closing in. guilt has always been an easy emotion for olivia, and here it comes in unrelenting waves.
how must he feel, she wonders, to have such a bomb dropped on him like this. how insensitive she had been, to let her own excitement cloud over her thoughts for the other. ]
That was my fault, [ she says at least, speaking up when the silence after his words stretches out too thinly. she cannot meet either of their eyes now, her own expression twisted into something pained. where she had just earlier looked upon lucina as a light in the distance, she cannot help but feel for the man whose own heart must ache over the thought of this tangible proof that their future is, indeed, only but a dream.
(and there had been a part of olivia, too, that had began to think... began to hope... that such a dream might have become reality one day.) ]
I'm sorry, I... should have planned this out better.
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how must he feel, she wonders, to have such a bomb dropped on him like this. how insensitive she had been, to let her own excitement cloud over her thoughts for the other. ]
That was my fault, [ she says at least, speaking up when the silence after his words stretches out too thinly. she cannot meet either of their eyes now, her own expression twisted into something pained. where she had just earlier looked upon lucina as a light in the distance, she cannot help but feel for the man whose own heart must ache over the thought of this tangible proof that their future is, indeed, only but a dream.
(and there had been a part of olivia, too, that had began to think... began to hope... that such a dream might have become reality one day.) ]
I'm sorry, I... should have planned this out better.