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Jora couldn't help but smile as Sage led her to the blanket, the warmth of his hand in hers making everything feel that much more special. The day had been perfect so far, and the soft rustle of the ivy around them only added to the magic of the moment. She sat down beside him, glancing at the basket, and her heart warmed when she saw the effort he'd put in, even if he claimed he wasn’t great at cooking. She could tell from the way he’d set everything up that he wanted to make this day memorable for her. "Happy birthday, Jora," he said, and she could hear the tenderness in his voice. That only made her heart flutter more. He was always so thoughtful. "You remembered?" She smiles softly, touched that he remembered when she had told him that info. She picked up a sandwich and took a bite, her mind wandering a little as they ate. The food didn’t last long, but honestly, she didn’t mind. The conversation was easy, comfortable. She could feel how much Sage cared for her, the little things he did, like the way he smiled at her when she commented on the view or how his eyes kept glancing at her with a kind of quiet intensity. She was starting to feel like something was about to shift, but she wasn’t sure what yet. Then, as they sat there in the quiet, the weight of his nervous energy settled around them. She could feel it. It wasn’t just the way his hand brushed against hers or how his leg kept bumping hers under the blanket. No, this felt different. She turned to him, trying to catch his eye. "You okay?" she asked softly, sensing there was something on his mind that he wasn’t quite ready to say. |
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Sage couldn't help but chuckle softly when she seemed almost surprised he'd remembered her birthday. "Of course I did," he mused softly. "It's important," he added. They'd talked about them before, though it was a while ago now he supposed. But he did place value in her birthday...it was really just an excuse to spoil her a little bit. But it was important, especially since he didn't know exactly when his birthday was. At the orphanage, he'd just got that it was sometime in March. That didn't matter to the lady in charge....on the first of the year they all turned a year older there, no matter how close or far away ones birthday was. They'd settled on a time for it, but this was something special to him, he supposed. So he'd planted that bit of information deep in his mind where he wouldn't lose it. It was a wonderful time though, being there with her. Of course, her comment caught him a bit off guard, and he chuckled softly. "Yeah," he mused lighting. "I just....I wanted everything to be perfect," he noted with a soft shrug, leaning against her slightly. "You deserve the best, and I want to do my best to give it to you." |
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