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Dream Journey long thought that—there was simply no place for her to be in Stay Gold's heart: as she was sure that it has been filled with countless memories—and scenery that painted far more beautiful than what she has witnessed her entire life. That she was nothing—in place full of everything Stay Gold could've ever wanted.
Whilst it is true—That sceneries with their beauties that were beyond what normal people could comprehend are indeed etched on her mind: Stay Gold seems to have a different view on how much she value the taller Uma.
And knowing how much Dream Journey would likely fail to see herself in the lens of Stay Gold: there were no better way than to show it—instead of telling it.
Earlier today: Dream Journey had helped her younger sister with White Day herself—assisting in plans and celebration, perhaps to the point Dream Journey didn't notice she should be deserved of it too.
But of course—Knowing the older sister: it was almost impossible for her to put herself first, when it comes to someone she cherishes. And perhaps too: Dream Journey has gotten too busy, to even notice Stay Gold appearance.
And thus: it just brought Stay Gold further—to the heart of her very action.
The expedition support comitee office seems unchanged: thought the faintest hint of sweet could be smelled, in which, Stay Gold figured that it should be the left over scent of the usual tradition of sweets giving during today.
"Journey—are you busy today? What shall we do?" The door behind her creaked softly as Stay Gold slipped into the office, bringing with her a breath of cool air that stirred the dust. The room smelled faintly of old paper and neglect, layered over with the same sweet scent—As Stay Gold just assumed that Dream Journey's must've been too busy to properly dust it off.
At the sound of her voice: Dream Journey immediately darted her eyes to the doorway—widening just slight when she scanned over the familiar figure.
She had no recollection of Stay Gold returning to Tracen in the first place—let alone strolling in so casually: asking what they should do next.
Well… it might not have been so strange if she had asked what she should do.
But she hadn’t.
She had asked what they should do.
The word struck like a pebble against still water: Dream Journey’s ears perked at once, and she lifted a brow, confusion blooming across her face far more plainly than she would have liked—but in the end, Dream Journey always known she was easy for Stay Gold to read, even when she tried with every ounce of her power to hide it.
She then coughed, clearing her throat properly "Pardon me—Anego, we..? As in.. the both of us? I'm utterly sorry if my memory has failed me—but, I don't recollect any plans." Dream Journey murmured—pouring her attention to the traveler instead, who was slumped on the chair across of her desk: with an expression nothing could describe with word other than leisure
even with her fake compassion: it was easy to figure out Dream Journey was happy to see the traveler's return.
Stay Gold laughed: as if it was something amusing. "No—we have not, I wanted to surprise you." She uttered, before she fixed her sitting position—in which, her hands drafted to the piles of document on the desk—moving it slightly away, just enough so Dream Journey wouldn't continue on it.
And as usual: Dream Journey would always left star struck—confused, on what Stay Gold is doing.
That was vaguely before Stay Gold pulled something out of her pocket—A pocky: her hand trailed to open the packaging of it, shredding the layer until she reached out for one, offering it to Dream Journey who was still, yet again, confused.
"Well? It is no doubt, you helped Orfevre with the white day.. but did you do anything for yourself?" Stay Gold questioned, as she stood up and placed herself on the desk—Leaning over Dream Journey, already with one of the pocky's end in her mouth.
The answer was plastered all across: that Dream Journey hasn't even thought of it—of doing anything for herself.
"..and why do you exactly plan to spent it with me?" Dream Journey was many thing—dense was not one of them, She averted her gaze away—as if the offer that Stay Gold held for her was nothing else but a mere shallow attempt to cheers her up.
Stay Gold has expected this: expected for Dream Journey to say such thing—to fail to see herself in lens Stay Gold sees her. The traveler's gaze softened: before she let out an airy chuckle. ".. are you rejecting my advances?" Stay Gold questioned, tilting her head to the side.
With much hesitancy: and as a testament that she does reappropriate Stay Gold—Dream Journey eventually took the picky into her own mouth, as Stay Gold squinted her eyes in satisfaction.
The taste of chocolate bloomed in her tongue: With each bites—it seems like Dream Journey could feels Stay Gold's breath on her skin, drawing closer. The ending was a promise of two possibilities—and Dream Journey yearned, for it to be the one possibility where she would felt a similar surface pressed against her lips.
"Not at all, Anego." Dream Journey whispered, knowing that the space between them was coming of short: knowing that their breath overlapped with each other during that very moment—Stay Gold moved her hands to grab on Dream Journey's shoulder, pulling her a bit closer—and to use her as a leverage.
She chuckled, ".. There's no place comparable to the place beside you." Stay Gold finishes off—with a sly grin pained on her face: she closes the gap between them by leaning further it.
Eventually: She pressed her lips against the acting president—letting the chocolate of their earlier snack rub, and overcome their sense of taste: as they succumbed themselves into the kiss that was nothing short of desperate.
The moment Stay Gold pulled apart: she could feel both chocolate and the leftovers remant of Dream Journey's liptint smudged on her own lips—A taste of heaven slivered for her.
".. Happy White Day, Journey."