[let's pretend this is after they met each other & became furendos?] Jeanne gently wrapped her arms around Hope as if she was afraid to break him if she will hug him a bit tighter. She specially hugged him from behind just so he will not see her face. Jeanne just wanted to give some love & warmth to this young man. "You are warm~" The saint stated with a bright smile on her face.
HE STUMBLES SLIGHTLY in surprise, before craning his neck to peer back at the woman, tense muscles relaxing as he SIGHS with a shake of his head. ❛ Warn me next time, ❜ a complaint falls like lead, but one hand overlaps her own. He stubbornly looks ahead, as though pretending she ceases to cling to him; one day, he may accept AFFECTION as a gift, ( or perhaps an inevitability, ) but not today.

AHAHAIUHKSDJk ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ
Send ─=≡Σ((( つ•̀ω•́)つ to just charge at my muse and tackle them to the fucking ground like an all-star rugby player.
“What–OOF!” The sudden force of Hope literally driving his entire body into him caused him to crumble to the ground almost. All the air was driven out of his lungs, but other than that, there wasn’t much injury. “…Nice hustle, kiddo…”
Lightning+Louis Vuitton vs. Lightning in games

“Are you talking back to me?” “Maybe.”
" i'll protect you with my life. "
PROTECTIVE STARTERS | NOT ACCEPTING.
WHAT A DARING thing to say: Hope doubted the honesty behind it. Would she really lay down her life for his own ?? He couldn’t swallow it; he’d already been put in that position, the prize that his Mother DIED to protect; Hope didn’t want to feel the pain that he CRIPPLED him like it did back then.
❛ Don’t say things like that - you… You should TREASURE your life, ❜ He cherished her loyalty, which he forgot to convey in place of that which he deemed more important. To die for somebody is to leave them with nothing but confusion & BITTERNESS. Whether he was saying this to save himself the trauma, or to protect her, even he didn’t know: ❛I don’t want you to - to even be HURT because of me.❜
