"come, come," I hear it calling me

[headedforhope]

Characters: headedforhope, gentlecuteside, revolutionized, waha
Date: 2/14~ and onward, spanning the length of the event.
Summary: The magic of the Gardens draws Mami to each of these three girls in turn, and them to her, keeping the pair locked together until both reveal something to the other.
Warnings: Should be nothing, will edit if anything comes up.

[Mami is no stranger to the feeling of her heart fluttering in her chest, the sensation of being tugged by the fragile strings toward another. She's also no stranger to resisting it and making the lessening of distance a slow and cautious thing, if she allows it to happen at all. Gradual, like some intricate, orbiting dance of light footsteps and restrained movements.

The magic at play affords her that much, at least, but no amount of digging in her heels and shoving away the feeling of being pulled can stop the inevitable from happening.]

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[gentlecuteside]

Oh!

[She looks rather surprised by that.]

But why? Isn't that dangerous?

[headedforhope]

Mm, you'd think so, right? But you see - by having my soul in this gem, it's harder for me to feel pain.

[A sigh.]

When I used to fight Witches....the monsters that used to be magical girls....I could get thrown around quite a bit and still be all right. I remember being tossed into a wall so hard, once, that it left a crater. ...But it only hurt a little.

[gentlecuteside]

And the monsters you fought...they all used to be people like you? So...

[She didn't say 'What's the point of having magical girls to begin with?' but it's clearly there on the tip of her tongue.]

[headedforhope]

It seems pointless, huh?

[She stares at her Soul Gem for a little while longer, then returns it to ring form before crossing her arms in a self-protective way.]

Honestly, I don't know the big purpose behind it all. But....since I'm already a magical girl, and not yet a Witch, I might as well keep trying to protect people with my power.

[gentlecuteside]

[Amamiya stood there, thinking for a moment. Then she reaches out and takes the hand with the ring on it in hers, blushing like crazy.]

I do still think that it was beautiful.

[headedforhope]

[A pause, the brief urge to shy away that's quelled in favor of taking Amamiya's hand, the one reaching out to her, in both of Mami's own. Her own blush is lighter; her pleasure is platonic.]

...thank you, Amamiya-san. It means a lot to hear that from you.

[gentlecuteside]

I mean it! I...

[She lets Mami's hand fall, ashamedly. Oh dammit. She's come this far, she may as well just out with it. She immediately starts babbling:]

This is probably stupid of me, I know you like someone else, I don't have a chance but it's killing me keeping it a secret and you deserve to know. I...like you, Mami-san.

[You could cook an egg on her face right now.]

[headedforhope]

[There is no smooth, graceful reply to that. How could there be? It's nothing Mami had expected to hear, not from anyone - and especially not Amamiya. An unusual sort of obliviousness, one might think, given Mami's skill with all things subtle....but recently she's been too wrapped up in her own conundrums of the heart, and so any hint of romantic longing has gone utterly unnoticed.

Which is precisely why Mami feels blindsided now, her world turned on its ear. And in this moment of vulnerable surprise, her composure falls away: she just stares at the other girl with an openly shocked expression that looks (and feels) so strange upon her face. But even so, even as her mind is falling over itself trying to process this, part of her instinctively tries to be careful - tries to be mindful of Amamiya's feelings, to be sensitive and kind as much as she can manage. So Mami doesn't blurt out something thoughtless and thus hurtful, she doesn't turn and leave to escape this suddenly awkward and uncomfortable situation. She just stands there, silent, watching Amamiya.

She wonders to herself how it would feel if their positions were reversed, if a rejection was obvious and inevitable but the confession was still given anyway....how would she want to be treated? What would be the best way to lessen a pain that couldn't be avoided? And the answer to that is....well, Mami doesn't know. She has no experience with this; she can only try her best, which in this case is hesitantly drawing Amamiya into a hug.]

...Thank you, Amamiya-san. Thank you for being honest with me. I know it- it couldn't have been easy, right?

[gentlecuteside]

[Amamiya is enfolded without resistance into Mami's arms. When Mami had just stared at her she'd known that there was no chance. But, well, she'd already known that anyway. But that didn't mean it didn't sting. She pressed her face into Mami's shoulder and hugged back. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't -- oh dammit, she's crying.]

Y-yes, I...I mean, I've never even liked a girl before, not like this...