Yrael's eyebrows rise in look that says, plainly, oh really?
"Nothing at all to fear, Riku, except for them realizing what it is that they see. Newly flushed with affection, caught up in the newness of feeling, the eyes are blind. You dread the day when the new relationship becomes comfortable, when the truth-obscuring glitter settles and the novelty wears off." Yrael's voice becomes almost sing-song, flowing in a strong cadence of accusation with the ring of truth in the tone. "You fear when the frequent gifts are finally seen, not as physical representations of love, but as representations of your need for emotional reinforcement, of your worry that the love they tell you they feel for you fades when they aren't saying it aloud. You fear that they'll look past their affection for your words and gifts and see you trying to buy their love, see the relationship built upon gifts given in expectation of something in return, or the relationship built upon the act of invalidating another."
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"Nothing at all to fear, Riku, except for them realizing what it is that they see. Newly flushed with affection, caught up in the newness of feeling, the eyes are blind. You dread the day when the new relationship becomes comfortable, when the truth-obscuring glitter settles and the novelty wears off." Yrael's voice becomes almost sing-song, flowing in a strong cadence of accusation with the ring of truth in the tone. "You fear when the frequent gifts are finally seen, not as physical representations of love, but as representations of your need for emotional reinforcement, of your worry that the love they tell you they feel for you fades when they aren't saying it aloud. You fear that they'll look past their affection for your words and gifts and see you trying to buy their love, see the relationship built upon gifts given in expectation of something in return, or the relationship built upon the act of invalidating another."