i love these two i just had to i'm so sorry)
Despite the latter being in a completely different timeline to the man, the Finnish man couldn't help himself but seemed to grow quite a bit of a fondness over to Maribelle, being rather intrigued by the attire that she had worn, along with the other traits that were a peculiarity to him.. Therefore being his timeline so difficult. Despite that however, Yngvar couldn't help but admire and be captivated by the smallest things that the female had around her, it was almost it took place in those dark fantasy novels that he used to read and obsess over when he was just a young adult.. Despite having that timeframe be such a scary one for him, dark fantasy novels were always a fresh escape from the harsh and gruesome realities that he had to face himself. All of these mind-boggling, fierce realities had his younger self caught into a knot of ravenous briar, having no escape from the piercing jaws from the necks of the briar.. Except for these dark fantasy novels that he'd hopelessly cling too.. Thus, creating a path where the necks of piercing briar would be broken having him to be free.. However, the thorns would be splinted against his frail, porcelain vanilla skin.. It took quite a bit of time for his younger self to snap off the long, deep splinters against his skin. Maribelle's silhouette itself made Yngvar quite nostalgic during those times where those novels genuinely warmed up his heart in the slightest bit. It made him quite wistful developing a tumor against the center of his throat, his chest throbbing as if his lips would wobble and dwell in sweltering hot tears trickling down through the surface of his cheeks ( don't worry he's not crying he's okie uwu). But once again, despite the dust of wistfulness being sprinkled, there was a triumphant chime ringing through his heart, as he always had a passion for such novels. That was what Maribelle truly reminded him of, just the sheer joy and gracious keenness that shimmered through his countenance as he leafed through the novels, every scene leaving him in either a grin, in tears, a scowl, or happy tears. He couldn't lie about how it made him so warm.
However, as he felt the cluttered ball of sweetened bright sprinkled be clenched against his throat, as his kind words, he didn't want to seem too pestering towards Maribelle. Maribelle seemed to have a frigid, detached breeze singing through her countenance, seeming to lack spark in her eyes as she had quite a somber look most of the time.. He seemed to be taken back as.. Of course, Yngvar himself is generally a conscious person, as he wanted to make a good impression on people despite him being naturally distant and reserved from people. Not only was he so distant about it, but he was... always caught into a pulled string of worry and general anxiety. What if what he was going to say was going to be an insult to her? What if she'll eventually slash him and decapitate him with a weapon? What if she would show disapproval of what Yngvar wanted to say, therefore having him tingle in his own guilt and shame? He didn't know for sure, and it made him quite uncertain. But.. it didn't hurt to try, right? As a matter of fact, Maribelle was a juvenile, while Yngvar was an adult. Boy oh boy, he could just feel that ugly wormed parasite of anxiety creep up over to his chest, only having his chest tightened up just a tad bit. His heart thumped against his chest as he'd hunch his head down and keep a grip upon the side of his arm. He'd rub his back, not seeming to grasp upon the confidence to connect some form of eye contact towards Maribelle. Him, attempting to repress his positive emotions wasn't going to work at all for him, as his positive emotions were rather fervent. He desperately wanted to express his appreciation towards the latter, because boy, he had quite a good handful of appreciation for her presence.
Yngvar gulped, as he could just feel his own heart thump against the surface of his chest as his cheeks only grew warmer and warmer, raspberry curls were already on his cheeks. His eyebrows creased down as the other side of his milk chocolate, silky hair would flow over his virescent, mismatching eye. He blinked, now clasping against his clammy, slippery hands. He took a few steps forward over to Maribelle, but he still maintained a little bit of distance.. Just in case she had her own personal space bubble, of course. Yngvar tried his best to slump his shoulders and stick out his head a little bit, peering down over to Maribelle being the 6'3" man that he was. His fingers fiddled with one another, now disengaging his hands as he'd rub the back of his neck. `` I.. I actually.. r-really like your um- attire a lot.. and the.. like.. `` Yngvar immediately paused, needing to take a breather as he didn't seem to be peculiar in some way or suspicious. Quick, he needed to think of a puzzle! Yngvar attempted to think for a moment, but of course, he just couldn't take it anymore. Yngvar would instantly have the beans spill out of his chest, `` I-I.. I hope this um- doesn't seem to silly but- `` Yngvar paused once more, trying his best for his voice not to be as quivery as it was going to be. `` M-my goodness your--.. e-everything like- the attire it-- I-it really-- it really brings me b-back to the-- to the days when I was a y-young adult and um- `` Yngvar's voice would proceed to crack as his voice only trembled a bit more, `` I-I used to read like- these-- f-fantasy novels and-- t-the characters and everything-- I-it-- `` Yngvar paused again, trying to give himself a bit of a breather. `` Sorry about t-that.. Just- don't wanna.. g-give you the- wrong impression or whatever- `` A highly strung chuckle escaped out of his tightened chest, as small beads of sweat trickled down his head. To this point, the Finn's clammy hands were tottery and trembly, it was perceivable in front of anybody's sight.. He didn't seem to realize it until he darted his mismatching eyes over to his hands, a startled high-pitched chirp escaped out of his chest as he'd immediately rustle his hands into the pockets of his black skinny jeans. He hunched his head down, his milk chocolate hair now scattered all around the man's face. He then disengage his hand from a pocket to brush off his silky, slightly downy hair from his face. Yngvar then attempted to restore back his "normal" posture, but he still proceeded to slouch and draw not a single connection of eye contact over to the latter. `` I.. I-I apologize for that- `` He briskly spluttered as he'd reach over to the back of his neck and rub it. His eyebrows creased down as his eyes softened, a shameful sigh blowing out of his chest. `` I genuinely am- should be.. better than this- `` Yngvar would grumble the last few parts underneath his chapped lips.
He began to grasp upon a little bit of confidence, but he still felt that disrupting feeling of guilt and anxiety rapidly race through his cherry hot blood. Yngvar did the best he could to keep himself cool, so.. why not change the subject before he made everything so awkward between the both of them? Despite that one section that Yngvar wanted to explicitly admire Maribelle for, he was.. rather reminded of something. By the thought of it, a feeling of warmth circled around Yngvar's plush heart, along with that satisfyingly fuzzy feeling too. So why could he express that as well? `` Well, uh- let's.. L-let's shake things about what I said off a little bit, y-yeah? `` Yngvar paused, his eyes softened as the tips of his lips curved up, seeming to form a bit of an uneasy, wobbly grin. Yngvar's finally ruffle back his clammy hands back into the pockets of his black denim jeans, taking a few steps back from Maribelle. He grasped upon a tad bit of courage to connect eye contact over to Maribelle, but.. it wasn't complete eye contact as he still maintained stench of apprehensiveness. `` I'm.. I'm very sorry if that was- I don't know uh-.. pretty weird of you to hear.. `` Yngvar's tips of his lips no longer had the ability to form a slight smile upon his face, but he couldn't help it but rotate his lips to the other side resembling a small frown of insecurity. `` I.. I hope you don't take that the wrong way. Since.. It feels quite nice to stumble upon people like you, yeah?`` Therefore, he forced himself to lift up a smile upon his face, making the tips of his lips only ache a bit more. He would then emit a somber sigh out of his chest, briefly peering down at his desaturated blue sneakers. He then lifted up his eyes, still lowered over to Maribelle as Yngvar was a tad bit of a tower.
`` Well.. We both like books and bugs, right? Well.. I like those too! I love bugs very much!! `` Yngvar then graciously chirped, a large brightened genuine smile sparked up his previously apprehensive countenance. A galaxy of vibrancy shined upon the surface of his mismatching eyes, twinkling in joviality as he absolutely loved expressing the fact that he had a few things in common with the latter. `` I.. I think it's very awesome that you like bugs too! I really love them.. and it makes me very happy that someone else also appreciates them! It feels nice to find people like that. `` Yngvar joyfully chuckled, `` I'm a big fan of arachnids. I love tarantulas and scorpions the most.. but I do prefer tarantulas the most since they have a very special place in my heart. What about you? Do you have anything in particular that you like as well? It's alright if you aren't a fan of arachnids either.. but boy, I sure do like them!`` Yngvar then paused, now finally lifting up his neck a little bit along with his posture, he seemed to be in a slightly better posture, but he.. proceeded to slouch a little bit. That gleeful grin of his never slipped away from the man's face. `` Books too! It's very awesome that we both like the same books too! I'm a big fan of horror and mystery books too! I'm a bit more of a dark fantasy person but man, those books are very great to read. It's also very amazing that you enjoy similar books too, as I do as well! ``