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[bardische]

[ Sweet nothings aren't entirely his thing either. He always means them; others don't. It's confusing, and he's learned to keep those thoughts to himself. Now, though, it's a relief, a buoy even, to be able to tell her just what he feels and see her light up with it in turn.

He sighs again, cradling her against him as she nuzzles into him, happier than he can remember being. He feels like he's been let into some secret inner space, and gods is he going to do everything he can to protect and cherish that. He's been kept outside the walls too many times not to recognize how special this. And all that pain feels distant; how could any of them have come close to what he has with Nami? This is a fit, in a way he didn't understand before this place. Before her. ]

Alright [ he murmurs. ] Good. We'll keep making each other happy.

[ This time, when he presses his lips to hers, something starts to fade and shift, like a dream coming to an end. In another few moments, he's blinking on the beach, sweaty with sun in his eyes. He looks over, and Nami is beside him, lovely and dazed and blinking to as well.

He reaches over, taking her hand, and while his smile is shy, it has all the warmth and radiance of the closeness they just shared.

[cartographie]

[ There's a nervous, vulnerable softness fluttering her chest, a feeling that finds itself mirrored almost perfectly by the bashfulness in Basch's smile. With the influence of her suit fading into the background, that old defensiveness flares quietly in the back of her mind, but in the wake of what they've shared, Nami finds herself pushing past it without so much as a second thought.

Nami slides her hand into his and shifts close enough to let her front press snugly to his side. She props her head on her hand and lets her eyes sweep over his face, feeling heat rise to her own. ]

That was something. [ And just how dazed and happy its left her radiates out of her, softening all her edges. ] Basch– [ Nami starts before cutting herself off when she leans in to kiss him rather than speak. ]

[bardische]

[ There's such a relief when she doesn't pull away. He hardly has time to process it before its overshadowed by the joy and warmth of her shifting into him, her face looking as dazed as he feels.

If she hadn't kissed him, he would have kissed her. His arms go around her, pulling her close and protected, and its easy minutes of soft, sturdy kisses before he pulls back to nuzzle her nose, breathing deep and slow in the beach sunshine. ]

Nami [ he agrees, breathless and happy. And then, softly, ] You have me always.