Farah took Tatsuhiko's elbow without the hesitation she sported last time, and instead took it with a sort of security. He was going to help her find one of her relatives, and that was all that mattered. She could ignore everything else in the process, or at least attempt to. It wasn't long before they approached the closest member, and for a moment, Farah blinked. Even as Tatsuhiko spoke and left, she had trouble keeping her breaths even, and her heartbeat from beating erratically. There, in front of her, was Trevor. He appeared to be leaving the festival, something she actually wouldn't mind doing herself, however; she wasn't exactly planning on being alone with Trevor.
Her face turned a bright pink as she fumbled with the hem of her shirt, glancing away from him in the process. "Good....good evening...Tre...Trevor," she stuttered, cursing herself for fumbling over the words. Her face grew another two shades of red, and if she kept it up, she was certain that her face would be sporting the same shade of red that could easily pass for her mother's hair color.
Trevor started slightly, torn from his reverie by a soft voice. He brought his eyes down to see Farah in front of him, Tatsuhiko leaving. He rose a brow slightly, but said nothing. At least, not until he watched Farah turn from pink to red, and a slight look of concern passed over his face. He could hear her heart speeding up, her uneven breaths. He reached out, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead. "Are you feeling alright, Farah? You look feverish."
If it were possible, Farah would look like a bright red tomato with perhaps a patch of white for the stem and leaves. Trevor's hand rested against her forehead, causing her temperature to flare slightly. She was not unused to touch, her other siblings (except for maybe Eien) had a habit of often hugging or showing some type of affection through touch. Though for her sister and Ryoku, they shared more of a "punch and kick" kind of affection. She couldn't understand it sometimes, but thought nothing more of it. Her thoughts, as of now, were being occupied by his hand, and where it lay.
"I-I'm f-f-fine, Trevor, th-thank you," she stated, stepping back and removing his hand from her forehead in the process. His hand was so warm, and large compared to hers, and she immediately released it as quickly as that thought finished. "Ah, s-sorry! I..I was just...a-are, you leaving?" she quickly stammered out as she fidgeted nervously in her spot. She really wished there was someone else around that she knew, that way she wouldn't be this clumsy idiot in front of Trevor. Oh how she wished she was someone else at times.
Really, after all this time, he probably should be used to her reactions. As far back as he could remember, Farah had always acted this way around him, but even so, it did hurt a little, to see her comfortable with someone like Tatsuhiko or Haru, yet act this way with him. Was she really so frightened of him? Even so, he didn't let it show on his face. His eyebrows rose slightly, and he smiled down at her kindly. "Ah, yes, though I have nothing planned. You're certainly welcome to join me. I'm sure Naya and Torahiko will be, ah...busy here at the festival." He shook his head slightly.
Her heart beat increased rapidly until all she could hear was the drumming of her own heart. She tried to get her heart under control, and had succeeded in at least getting the color to fade from her face. She tried to clear her voice and took a deep breath to regulate her breathing. Once it was under control, she offered Trevor a small smile. "I'd...like that," she stated, walking so that she was next to Trevor, but not too close as to make herself uncomfortable. She was trying to keep calm during the situation, and so far, she was succeeding.
Trevor raised an eyebrow slightly, as she calmed down. He really did not get her at all. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, so for the moment they walked in relative silence. He'd realized that they'd never picked a destination when they ended up in the forest that continuously crept onto the grounds of Cross Academy, walking by a small stream.
Frankly, Trevor was at a bit of a loss for what to say. He wasn't much of a conversationalist to start with; being alone with someone was generally awkward for him. "So uh...how's classes going?" He wanted to smack himself in the face. Had he really just asked that? Gods, she was going to think he was the dullest person on the face of this planet. Then he wondered why he would bother worrying about what she thought of him in the first place.
They walked in relative silence, something Farah was grateful for, and she was enjoying it. The blush had not subsided, and instead, continued to paint her face a brilliant red. It contrasted against the white of her hair, and brought out the deep blue of her eyes. She fumbled with the hem of her shirt, trying to think of something to say, anything to break the awkward silence, however; she was startled out of her thoughts when Trevor spoke first. For a moment, she contemplated how to answer that.
"Uh, well...it...it was fine," she replied, her ears burning as her face, oddly, cooled down. "We...we were..n-n-not learning any...anything new," she stuttered out, glancing at anything but him. Gods, why couldn't she act right around him? It was plain to see that she had feelings for him, but she was trying so hard to hide them. He probably thought she was odd, or weird, and that thought hurt a bit. What if he thought she was annoying? Oh, that would kill her on the inside, and even that thought alone caused a painful lurch in her chest as she clutched at her chest.
"I'm...s-sorry, how w-w-was your d-day?" she questioned, trying desperately to control her heart beat that was ever rising.
Trevor glanced down at her, a slight smile on his face. He shrugged slightly. "Pretty much the same. I've lived through what they're teaching right now, so it's not like I'm learning. Most of the time what they teach is wrong." He paused, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. He did not miss the way her heartbeat continued to rise.
"Are you sure you're alright? I can leave, if I'm making you nervous, Farah..."
Farah's eyes widened in fear when Trevor mentioned leaving. She didn't mean to make him feel uncomfortable, or unwanted, because he wasn't unwanted. She cursed herself, blaming her nervousness for making him think so as her hand, trembling as it was, reached for his. Softly, her hand grabbed his and she gave it a light squeeze, half to reassure herself that she could calm her nervousness, and half to reassure him she was fine. Shaking her head, she offered a meek smile. She truly hated the way she felt, the way her skin crawled on edge whenever she was near him, the way her beast seemed to want to take over and do things that terrified Farah.
"I'm f-fine, Trevor. H-Honestly," she replied, releasing his hand and allowing her hand to fall to her side. "Y-you're, not m-making m-m-me nervous. I just..." she paused, biting her lower lip in the process. He wasn't making her nervous, he truly wasn't. But how could she tell him that without actually telling him how she felt about him? This...was so problematic and she inwardly wanted to cry. Sighing softly, she offered a reassuring smile to him, one that she could muster as best as she could. "You're not making me nervous, I promise," she spoke, for once, not stuttering, which even shocked her momentarily.
Trevor's eyebrows rose slightly as she took his hand, as if to reinforce her words. She seemed to be struggling with her words somewhat, but in the ends, she seemed to be able to at least voice her main reasoning. He smiled at her, the expression softening his face. He was also slightly surprised; she didn't stutter at all in the last sentence she spoke.
"Well, alright. I'm glad then. It's not always fun being the scary one." His lips perked up in a slight smile.
Farah's face returned to the brilliant red it had once been at Trevor's smile. Oh how she loved that smile of his. It made him so much more beautiful than what he already was, scar included. She knew that the scar had come from Ryoku, a long time ago during an accident, but even so, it was part of him, and she had loved all of him for as long as she could remember. But she was so hesitant, so shy at telling him, and how she wanted to tell him. To let him know that she loved him, had always loved and will always love him. For now, she could at least enjoy his company, and that was what she was going to try. So, she smiled as best as she could.
"Y-you could n-n-never be scary, Tr-evor."
Her face turned a bright pink as she fumbled with the hem of her shirt, glancing away from him in the process. "Good....good evening...Tre...Trevor," she stuttered, cursing herself for fumbling over the words. Her face grew another two shades of red, and if she kept it up, she was certain that her face would be sporting the same shade of red that could easily pass for her mother's hair color.
Trevor started slightly, torn from his reverie by a soft voice. He brought his eyes down to see Farah in front of him, Tatsuhiko leaving. He rose a brow slightly, but said nothing. At least, not until he watched Farah turn from pink to red, and a slight look of concern passed over his face. He could hear her heart speeding up, her uneven breaths. He reached out, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead. "Are you feeling alright, Farah? You look feverish."
If it were possible, Farah would look like a bright red tomato with perhaps a patch of white for the stem and leaves. Trevor's hand rested against her forehead, causing her temperature to flare slightly. She was not unused to touch, her other siblings (except for maybe Eien) had a habit of often hugging or showing some type of affection through touch. Though for her sister and Ryoku, they shared more of a "punch and kick" kind of affection. She couldn't understand it sometimes, but thought nothing more of it. Her thoughts, as of now, were being occupied by his hand, and where it lay.
"I-I'm f-f-fine, Trevor, th-thank you," she stated, stepping back and removing his hand from her forehead in the process. His hand was so warm, and large compared to hers, and she immediately released it as quickly as that thought finished. "Ah, s-sorry! I..I was just...a-are, you leaving?" she quickly stammered out as she fidgeted nervously in her spot. She really wished there was someone else around that she knew, that way she wouldn't be this clumsy idiot in front of Trevor. Oh how she wished she was someone else at times.
Really, after all this time, he probably should be used to her reactions. As far back as he could remember, Farah had always acted this way around him, but even so, it did hurt a little, to see her comfortable with someone like Tatsuhiko or Haru, yet act this way with him. Was she really so frightened of him? Even so, he didn't let it show on his face. His eyebrows rose slightly, and he smiled down at her kindly. "Ah, yes, though I have nothing planned. You're certainly welcome to join me. I'm sure Naya and Torahiko will be, ah...busy here at the festival." He shook his head slightly.
Her heart beat increased rapidly until all she could hear was the drumming of her own heart. She tried to get her heart under control, and had succeeded in at least getting the color to fade from her face. She tried to clear her voice and took a deep breath to regulate her breathing. Once it was under control, she offered Trevor a small smile. "I'd...like that," she stated, walking so that she was next to Trevor, but not too close as to make herself uncomfortable. She was trying to keep calm during the situation, and so far, she was succeeding.
Trevor raised an eyebrow slightly, as she calmed down. He really did not get her at all. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, so for the moment they walked in relative silence. He'd realized that they'd never picked a destination when they ended up in the forest that continuously crept onto the grounds of Cross Academy, walking by a small stream.
Frankly, Trevor was at a bit of a loss for what to say. He wasn't much of a conversationalist to start with; being alone with someone was generally awkward for him. "So uh...how's classes going?" He wanted to smack himself in the face. Had he really just asked that? Gods, she was going to think he was the dullest person on the face of this planet. Then he wondered why he would bother worrying about what she thought of him in the first place.
They walked in relative silence, something Farah was grateful for, and she was enjoying it. The blush had not subsided, and instead, continued to paint her face a brilliant red. It contrasted against the white of her hair, and brought out the deep blue of her eyes. She fumbled with the hem of her shirt, trying to think of something to say, anything to break the awkward silence, however; she was startled out of her thoughts when Trevor spoke first. For a moment, she contemplated how to answer that.
"Uh, well...it...it was fine," she replied, her ears burning as her face, oddly, cooled down. "We...we were..n-n-not learning any...anything new," she stuttered out, glancing at anything but him. Gods, why couldn't she act right around him? It was plain to see that she had feelings for him, but she was trying so hard to hide them. He probably thought she was odd, or weird, and that thought hurt a bit. What if he thought she was annoying? Oh, that would kill her on the inside, and even that thought alone caused a painful lurch in her chest as she clutched at her chest.
"I'm...s-sorry, how w-w-was your d-day?" she questioned, trying desperately to control her heart beat that was ever rising.
Trevor glanced down at her, a slight smile on his face. He shrugged slightly. "Pretty much the same. I've lived through what they're teaching right now, so it's not like I'm learning. Most of the time what they teach is wrong." He paused, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. He did not miss the way her heartbeat continued to rise.
"Are you sure you're alright? I can leave, if I'm making you nervous, Farah..."
Farah's eyes widened in fear when Trevor mentioned leaving. She didn't mean to make him feel uncomfortable, or unwanted, because he wasn't unwanted. She cursed herself, blaming her nervousness for making him think so as her hand, trembling as it was, reached for his. Softly, her hand grabbed his and she gave it a light squeeze, half to reassure herself that she could calm her nervousness, and half to reassure him she was fine. Shaking her head, she offered a meek smile. She truly hated the way she felt, the way her skin crawled on edge whenever she was near him, the way her beast seemed to want to take over and do things that terrified Farah.
"I'm f-fine, Trevor. H-Honestly," she replied, releasing his hand and allowing her hand to fall to her side. "Y-you're, not m-making m-m-me nervous. I just..." she paused, biting her lower lip in the process. He wasn't making her nervous, he truly wasn't. But how could she tell him that without actually telling him how she felt about him? This...was so problematic and she inwardly wanted to cry. Sighing softly, she offered a reassuring smile to him, one that she could muster as best as she could. "You're not making me nervous, I promise," she spoke, for once, not stuttering, which even shocked her momentarily.
Trevor's eyebrows rose slightly as she took his hand, as if to reinforce her words. She seemed to be struggling with her words somewhat, but in the ends, she seemed to be able to at least voice her main reasoning. He smiled at her, the expression softening his face. He was also slightly surprised; she didn't stutter at all in the last sentence she spoke.
"Well, alright. I'm glad then. It's not always fun being the scary one." His lips perked up in a slight smile.
Farah's face returned to the brilliant red it had once been at Trevor's smile. Oh how she loved that smile of his. It made him so much more beautiful than what he already was, scar included. She knew that the scar had come from Ryoku, a long time ago during an accident, but even so, it was part of him, and she had loved all of him for as long as she could remember. But she was so hesitant, so shy at telling him, and how she wanted to tell him. To let him know that she loved him, had always loved and will always love him. For now, she could at least enjoy his company, and that was what she was going to try. So, she smiled as best as she could.
"Y-you could n-n-never be scary, Tr-evor."