WYN/BRYN | 11:30PM
The words had definitely caught her off guard, though Bryn tried to hide it as best she could. Maybe she should have known all along how he felt, but it had been too dangerous to hope; to assume. As Wyn stepped forward, she nearly sighed at the feel of his hand on her cheek finally, and her eyes raised to his as he spoke. "I'm not sure if there will ever come a time when it will make sense, and maybe that's the real beauty of it," she mused softly. Bryn wasn't a fan of the mundane, and her relationship with the unicorn was anything but ordinary.
"You worry to much, Wyn. Not everything is set in stone and decided for us. Shouldn't making me happy now be enough?" Her eyes met his own, and she had trouble keeping her head whenever she locked gazes with Wyn this way. "I don't want anyone but you, though there are days when I can't help but try and pretend like that is not the case," she confessed, trying to ease the sting of any moment he had seen her in the arms of another. It had all been for show, and Bryn felt a certain thrill at knowing she made him just as crazy as he made her.