( He can't drown in this limbo forever. Even if it's not Kaveh, another is bound to make his way into his life. He can't keep pushing aside this aspect of himself that much longer, even if part of him thinks it's already too late.
He's not receptive when she first puts her arms around him, but he'd never push her. Instead, he rests his hands on her shoulders like he's reassuring her.
Anyone else would have made this easy for him. Any other man would have fucked off the moment he rejected them, but not Kaveh. No, he's making this extremely difficult. )
Fine. Are you still free? I can get us a room.
( And yes, he does have the money to splurge on a simple meeting like this. At least she'll be able to PDA on him to her heart's content if they're in private. If people want to draw assumptions about them walking in together to the hotel, that's on them. He likes proving people wrong in the long run.
Despite his willingness to elaborate, he's still fairly quiet once they make it to the room. He pulls the curtains in and flicks on the light so he can sit comfortably on one of the chairs by the desk provided. )
First, I'm curious about something. Did you always know you liked girls? Or is the girl you like special?
[ She's not expecting the sudden bounce back, the change of mind that has them heading toward a hotel together instead of in opposite directions, but she doesn't reject it. Perhaps she has been pointed today, but it comes from concern and care, and if he needs somewhere to sit and talk outside of the public eye, she's happy to offer that time to him. So she walks at his side, quiet as she lets him lead, all the way until they reach the room he books for the two of them.
(She doesn't notice the same blonde from the fruit stall before sitting in the lobby restaurant, or the way he groans quietly as they leave, head in his hands. What terrible luck.)
Any questions she may have had left are answered when Wriothesley asks so suddenly about her sexuality. But she's not about to call him out if he's not ready. Instead, she sits on the bed, tucking her chin into the palm of a hand as she looks at him. ]
Well, for starters... she is special, but she's not the only girl I like. [ Navia smiles. ] But I didn't always know, either. I think I was about 16 or 17 when I figured it out. There was this girl, and she was perfect. It didn't go anywhere, but it was enough for me to know.
[ What she doesn't tell him is that it was the same girl. It would reveal too much of the other's identity for one, but also in the long run it doesn't matter— she's been with women and men both in the time since, only confirming what she learned for herself those years ago. ]
It wasn't really... It never bothered me. What's wrong with loving whomever my heart wants to love?
( The question comes out of left field, yes, but it’s the soft landing he needs to prepare himself. Frankly, he has never told anyone else about it. It’s not like he could trust everyone when he was younger to begin with, and that is still something he struggles with.
He shifts slightly and then decides to grab the chair by the back, turning it so he can straddle the seat and rest his arms over it. Like this, he watches her on the bed. )
I never said it was wrong. I really hope you and that girl make it work eventually. How long would you give your heart before moving on, if the worst case scenario were to come true? Are you in love?
[ Wriothesley will quickly come to understand that there is no judgement from Navia. Even if she didn't understand his situation— both of them— on a personal level, he's someone important to her, and he's being honest about something that affects him. All she wants to do is help.
She smiles, and nods when he brings it back to her situation: gratitude for his hope, and then a thoughtful tilt of her head for the questions. She knows her answer, but this time she's not sure how it— or what he's asking— can possibly help him.
But a question asked deserves an answer, regardless of how helpful it may or may not be, so she nods. ]
Yes. [ Simple, and honest. ] I am. And if that happened... I don't know, Wriothesley. My heart decides that pain and the time needed, not me. But... that's part of what it means to take that risk in the first place, no?
( A pang of something dark consumes whatever had been present in his smile during lunch. He's a planner by nature, and this conundrum was never in his books. He's glad someone like Navia is in his life, otherwise, he might have elected less desirable decision-making. He thinks of the hurt in Kaveh's face runs a hand through his hair and then ends up pinching the bridge of his nose. He sighs. )
Hopefully, it won't come to that. Maybe she needs time. ( Just like him. Only time only works against him. Any minute he could lose the chance. )
I can confidently say I'm not in love. This girl I was talking about earlier is not actually a girl. I told you it was complicated.
( He keeps his gaze down at the flooring, feeling his heart skyrocket the moment the words slip out. He's not afraid of her reaction all things considered, but he's afraid of what it means to dump the information out into existence. Now his Kaveh situation is somehow more real. )
I told him I didn't like guys already, we've had arguments and both made mistakes. So now you can see why I can't trial-run it.
He.
He's like a bird, fragile, emotionally sensitive, gets his feathers all ruffled quick. If I humor him and we on a few dates and then I come to find out I'm not into it, he'll break, Navia.
[ Wriothesley confesses to her, and he's not looking at her to see Navia shake her head, a sweet and sad smile tugging at the edges of her lips. He admits the true destination of his feelings and re-states it as complicated, and all she wants to say is that it's not, that it changes nothing from moments before— but she doesn't, because it clearly adds complexity for him, and that's what matters here.
So Navia stands, and moves across the floor between them, cupping his face in her hands and gently pulling his gaze upward. He's afraid.
She understands. But at the same time— ]
Mon loup, do you not hear yourself? [ She leans, dusts her lips against his forehead. ] Never have I heard someone indifferent care about the feelings of another so much. And if he has feelings for you in return, then his gender changes nothing of consequence.
[ The sex, of course, will be different. But the feelings between two people should never be governed purely by that. ]
If he is fragile, then it's all the more important that you remain honest with him, you know. Maybe you won't be able to protect him from breaking, in the end— [ though from the way Wriothesley speaks, Navia doubts it will go that way, as long as he listens to what he wants and not his fears ] —but you're doing him a disservice by making assumptions.
And you're doing you a disservice by not allowing yourself the chance to explore the potential of your feelings.
( He hears her heels get closer and before he knows it, his face is between her hands. He instinctively slides both arms around her waist to inch her closer. While they're both single and aching, he'll hold onto her as long as she allows. He presses his chin between the curve of fabric on her breasts, offering a smug smile.
She's a sturdy force in his life, pulling him down when his mind starts getting lost in the cold. Her endearments could have the power to solve his self-inflicted war. )
I can't make him my experiment subject, so I'll have to explore another way and no, no one's allowed in my ass. Not even you, sorry.
( He sighs after letting go of some of the humor, then tilts his head so he can positively blind himself between her chest. His arms tighten around her because yes, he is afraid. He's afraid of leaving a scar on Kaveh's heart, and he's afraid of trusting him. He mumbles words against her plumpness as his nose still wedges between her cleavage. )
He already confessed. It's a real mess. Even if he was a woman, Navia, I live underwater. It's a non-negotiable. He already knows that, too and he doesn't belong down there. I don't belong up here. The math is simple.
( He lifts his gaze up again. ) He went through my phone. Our messages, specifically.
[ Wriothesley's smug smile is met with a roll of Navia's eyes— it's a playful expression, something fond and affectionate. Her fingers run through his hair as she listens to the words he mumbles into her breasts.
She understands, she thinks. It isn't just about him being a man. Wriothesley is troubled by the distance between them, the difficulties his job presents. He's caught in the need to figure out his feelings while also wanting not to hurt the person for whom he holds them. And— ]
Mm. [ The Duke said before that his privacy was invaded. He didn't say that their privacy was invaded. There's no hiding the small frown that forms on her face at the thought. She doesn't like the thought of someone other than Wriothesley seeing those images, those videos, those words... She certainly doesn't like the fact that someone actively sought them out... But she's trying her best to be helpful, not to judge things that have already happened. Her perspective here is extremely limited. And if she's honest...
Her fingers trace the scar under his eye, down his cheek, across his lips. ]
Monsieur, have we not all made mistakes when our emotion overpowers our logic? [ She knows she certainly has. But this isn't about her. Instead, she offers: ] Such as rejecting a gentleman and then being upset when his attentions are found to be directed towards another?
( Her touch is so awe-inspiring, coaxing his eyes shut as he relaxes against them. It's not often he can drop most of his guards entirely and let himself go in the arms of another. Even his arms loosen around her as he soaks her pampering warmth across his scars. One would only need to get this close to realize his eyebrows also have hairless fissure-like markings from previous fights.
Then it all crashes with her tactfully, and rightfully, pointing out his mistakes. Lids flutter open in brief confusion only because: damn, did she really have to stop caressing him?
He thought the lectures were over for the day. )
We had sorted out my slip-up previously. I ran into them in a bar by accident. I honestly didn't think he'd stick around the city much longer to begin with. Alas, he already apologized about seeing our messages, too, and I told myself I'd forgive him, but I'm not sure if I can trust him easily again.
[ Navia has known him long enough that she understands the look he offers her, and she chuckles sweetly, resuming the gentle touches over his face and hair and ears, even his neck, as she talks. ]
Forgiveness and trust are different things. You're allowed to take the time to rebuild your trust more gradually even after deciding to forgive him. If his apology was genuine, he'll understand that.
[ As for why he's choosing to stay around the city when he technically has no purpose for being here... well, Navia can guess why. ]
But you have to remember that trust needs to go both ways. In my case, even if things go the way I want them to... it will take me a while to trust her, after she's gone back and forth on it for so long. If he's as fragile as you say— [ and if Navia is right that Wriothesley isn't quite as opaque as he believes himself to be ] —then he might also have some rebuilding to do. If you decide that you want to pursue this, you might find that you need to be patient too.
[ Her thumb strokes over the scarring in his eyebrows, and she lowers her face until it's even with his. ]
Which I suppose brings it back to that same question all over again. You keep telling me all the reasons it won't work... but if you truly didn't want it to work, we wouldn't be having this conversation in the first place.
( It’s impossible not to feel a sudden heat on his neck when she touches his scars. They hardly get attention for one reason or another, so it’s almost stranger having someone care after them.
He sighs, turning his head on his cheek to rest against her chest. )
I’m patient, I just don’t think I can put up with immaturity.
Have you tried telling her how her back and forth makes you feel? Maybe she’ll consider making a real decision then.
( He has never been one to demand his needs besides basic rights. He watches the door across the room and closes his eyes again. With everything so beautifully quiet, he can listen to her heartbeat. He’d hate knowing he’s bringing Kaveh the same pain she’s experiencing.
Facing up again, he easily finds his lips to lock with hers— probably not her intention but it’s not like he can help himself. He pulls away with a smile. )
[ She hums into the kiss— not quite what she expected from him, but certainly nothing she will protest— and then leans back with a slow smile when he pulls back to look up at her. ]
In the grand scheme of things, no. But if you tell me, you'll be speaking it aloud— that's what's important.
[ Her fingers card back through his hair, sapphire eyes soft and affectionate as they search his face. ]
You don't have to allow for immaturity on anyone's part. [ She doesn't elaborate on what she means— she figures that he'll know, or at the very least, that it will give him something to think about more seriously. ] Have patience, but also have boundaries. Right?
[ As for her own situation... Navia wrinkles her nose. ]
She knows that I don't like it, but I haven't told her the full extent of it. I'd prefer not to pressure her. But... let's focus on you right now. Okay?
Enough about me. ( He takes her wrists into his hands despite the delicate caressing still melting him to a pulp. Logic and emotion don’t always coexist at the same time, and he knows his wants are borderline selfish— logic ends up washing them away.
It’s counterproductive chasing after a man who’s not even from Fontaine and here on borrowed time, having a full life elsewhere just as Wriothesley lives his own.
He stands from the chair and starts taking off the clasps on his boots. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t take advantage of napping in a soft hotel bed like this. )
[ His words are not directed at her, and yet they send a flutter down her spine. It is perhaps the most decisive thing she's ever heard Wriothesley say in all the time she's known him. She watches as he unclasps his boots, and she slides her own off her feet before she reaches for him, arms circling his hips and pulling him closer to her. Her chin rests against his abdomen and she looks up at him, smile on her lips. ]
Then tell him that.
[ A pause, as her eyes twinkle. He's not the only one thinking about the advantage they have right now. And besides— they're both still single, for now. ]
( He doesn’t answer this time and simply looks down at her once she retains him. It’s a compelling sight, her eyes have always bright dreams flashing in them. Where there’s no sun she truly does light up a room. )
We have plenty of time.
( It can be daunting letting go of their routine, or the comfort she provides. Emotionally and physically. Her comment brings a waning smile from him. Just like many other times, it encompasses more than one thing. So now’s the time to turn the tables on her. )
[ It would be easy for her to refuse to answer, to give him a taste of his own medicine in that way: ]
Oh..? What do I want? Isn't it obvious~?
[ And she reaches up to grab his tie, drawing him with her as she leans back against the bed, a sigh as her spine finds the comfort of the mattress. The smile on her lips is a teasing, a touch of amused silliness around the edges while she lets the words sink in, while she waits just long enough that he might think she's serious— only then does he reach to card his hair back again, shaking her head. ]
I know. That's not what you mean.
[ Navia sighs, lets her head fall heavily against the mattress. ]
( Did he outright refuse her? No, he did cave in because he’s soft for her. When he closes his eyes he can almost taste how close they are to truly being emotionally capable for each other. It’s as easy as letting their hearts catch up to their own beats.
He joins her easily, towering on top of her frame propped up on his elbows. Though he soon allows for his weight to befall on hers and sink the mattress even more. He lifts his chin between her breasts because of course he does. )
She shakes her head. Her situation is a little different to his, after all. ] But I can't force her to accept me, either. She knows how I feel— she has to work out how she feels. And... mm, it's complicated for us, too. In ways I can't exactly explain.
[ Not without essentially telling him who she is, at least.
Navia sighs, and her hand drifts down, skimming the side of his face and then falling to his shoulder. ]
I don't like feeling this way, but I don't have much of a choice. You do, and you know that.
[ Ugh. On one hand, she's glad they had this conversation. Wriothesley needed her help, and she was able to give it. It's just that in the wake of it... ]
Hey, cheer up. ( If this conversation became an active thorn because of her situation, he can’t help but wonder if Kaveh has anyone to also talk like this about the things Wriothesley has put him through. It’s not easy for anybody, much less alone. )
She’ll come around with her own answer when she’s ready and so will I. But don’t make yourself wait forever. Whatever forever means to you.
[ She raises her brows— and then laughs, her arms moving to circle firm around his shoulders. ]
Monsieur, you told me your answer already. Don't you try to walk back on it now.
[ But she's not going to belabor the point, either. She's pushed him pretty far today— she knows this already. And so instead she tugs at him once more, hoping to pull him up into a kiss this time.
She can't exactly promise she won't keep waiting. Not when she's already been in love for so long. But she offers him a small smile, a nod, all the same. ]
My answer is the same, but I didn’t make promises.
( With that, he turns his head against her chest and lets his smile disappear. The scent on her clothes and her skin is always enough to transcend his thoughts. His vulnerability has left him mentally drained, combined with the sugars and tea from earlier and it’s no surprise he passes out on her. )
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He's not receptive when she first puts her arms around him, but he'd never push her. Instead, he rests his hands on her shoulders like he's reassuring her.
Anyone else would have made this easy for him. Any other man would have fucked off the moment he rejected them, but not Kaveh. No, he's making this extremely difficult. )
Fine. Are you still free? I can get us a room.
( And yes, he does have the money to splurge on a simple meeting like this. At least she'll be able to PDA on him to her heart's content if they're in private. If people want to draw assumptions about them walking in together to the hotel, that's on them. He likes proving people wrong in the long run.
Despite his willingness to elaborate, he's still fairly quiet once they make it to the room. He pulls the curtains in and flicks on the light so he can sit comfortably on one of the chairs by the desk provided. )
First, I'm curious about something. Did you always know you liked girls? Or is the girl you like special?
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(She doesn't notice the same blonde from the fruit stall before sitting in the lobby restaurant, or the way he groans quietly as they leave, head in his hands. What terrible luck.)
Any questions she may have had left are answered when Wriothesley asks so suddenly about her sexuality. But she's not about to call him out if he's not ready. Instead, she sits on the bed, tucking her chin into the palm of a hand as she looks at him. ]
Well, for starters... she is special, but she's not the only girl I like. [ Navia smiles. ] But I didn't always know, either. I think I was about 16 or 17 when I figured it out. There was this girl, and she was perfect. It didn't go anywhere, but it was enough for me to know.
[ What she doesn't tell him is that it was the same girl. It would reveal too much of the other's identity for one, but also in the long run it doesn't matter— she's been with women and men both in the time since, only confirming what she learned for herself those years ago. ]
It wasn't really... It never bothered me. What's wrong with loving whomever my heart wants to love?
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He shifts slightly and then decides to grab the chair by the back, turning it so he can straddle the seat and rest his arms over it. Like this, he watches her on the bed. )
I never said it was wrong. I really hope you and that girl make it work eventually.
How long would you give your heart before moving on, if the worst case scenario were to come true?
Are you in love?
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She smiles, and nods when he brings it back to her situation: gratitude for his hope, and then a thoughtful tilt of her head for the questions. She knows her answer, but this time she's not sure how it— or what he's asking— can possibly help him.
But a question asked deserves an answer, regardless of how helpful it may or may not be, so she nods. ]
Yes. [ Simple, and honest. ] I am. And if that happened... I don't know, Wriothesley. My heart decides that pain and the time needed, not me. But... that's part of what it means to take that risk in the first place, no?
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( A pang of something dark consumes whatever had been present in his smile during lunch. He's a planner by nature, and this conundrum was never in his books. He's glad someone like Navia is in his life, otherwise, he might have elected less desirable decision-making. He thinks of the hurt in Kaveh's face runs a hand through his hair and then ends up pinching the bridge of his nose. He sighs. )
Hopefully, it won't come to that. Maybe she needs time.
( Just like him. Only time only works against him. Any minute he could lose the chance. )
I can confidently say I'm not in love. This girl I was talking about earlier is not actually a girl. I told you it was complicated.
( He keeps his gaze down at the flooring, feeling his heart skyrocket the moment the words slip out. He's not afraid of her reaction all things considered, but he's afraid of what it means to dump the information out into existence. Now his Kaveh situation is somehow more real. )
I told him I didn't like guys already, we've had arguments and both made mistakes. So now you can see why I can't trial-run it.
He.
He's like a bird, fragile, emotionally sensitive, gets his feathers all ruffled quick. If I humor him and we on a few dates and then I come to find out I'm not into it, he'll break, Navia.
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So Navia stands, and moves across the floor between them, cupping his face in her hands and gently pulling his gaze upward. He's afraid.
She understands. But at the same time— ]
Mon loup, do you not hear yourself? [ She leans, dusts her lips against his forehead. ] Never have I heard someone indifferent care about the feelings of another so much. And if he has feelings for you in return, then his gender changes nothing of consequence.
[ The sex, of course, will be different. But the feelings between two people should never be governed purely by that. ]
If he is fragile, then it's all the more important that you remain honest with him, you know. Maybe you won't be able to protect him from breaking, in the end— [ though from the way Wriothesley speaks, Navia doubts it will go that way, as long as he listens to what he wants and not his fears ] —but you're doing him a disservice by making assumptions.
And you're doing you a disservice by not allowing yourself the chance to explore the potential of your feelings.
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She's a sturdy force in his life, pulling him down when his mind starts getting lost in the cold. Her endearments could have the power to solve his self-inflicted war. )
I can't make him my experiment subject, so I'll have to explore another way and no, no one's allowed in my ass. Not even you, sorry.
( He sighs after letting go of some of the humor, then tilts his head so he can positively blind himself between her chest. His arms tighten around her because yes, he is afraid. He's afraid of leaving a scar on Kaveh's heart, and he's afraid of trusting him. He mumbles words against her plumpness as his nose still wedges between her cleavage. )
He already confessed. It's a real mess. Even if he was a woman, Navia, I live underwater. It's a non-negotiable. He already knows that, too and he doesn't belong down there. I don't belong up here. The math is simple.
( He lifts his gaze up again. ) He went through my phone. Our messages, specifically.
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She understands, she thinks. It isn't just about him being a man. Wriothesley is troubled by the distance between them, the difficulties his job presents. He's caught in the need to figure out his feelings while also wanting not to hurt the person for whom he holds them. And— ]
Mm. [ The Duke said before that his privacy was invaded. He didn't say that their privacy was invaded. There's no hiding the small frown that forms on her face at the thought. She doesn't like the thought of someone other than Wriothesley seeing those images, those videos, those words... She certainly doesn't like the fact that someone actively sought them out... But she's trying her best to be helpful, not to judge things that have already happened. Her perspective here is extremely limited. And if she's honest...
Her fingers trace the scar under his eye, down his cheek, across his lips. ]
Monsieur, have we not all made mistakes when our emotion overpowers our logic? [ She knows she certainly has. But this isn't about her. Instead, she offers: ] Such as rejecting a gentleman and then being upset when his attentions are found to be directed towards another?
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Then it all crashes with her tactfully, and rightfully, pointing out his mistakes. Lids flutter open in brief confusion only because: damn, did she really have to stop caressing him?
He thought the lectures were over for the day. )
We had sorted out my slip-up previously. I ran into them in a bar by accident. I honestly didn't think he'd stick around the city much longer to begin with. Alas, he already apologized about seeing our messages, too, and I told myself I'd forgive him, but I'm not sure if I can trust him easily again.
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Forgiveness and trust are different things. You're allowed to take the time to rebuild your trust more gradually even after deciding to forgive him. If his apology was genuine, he'll understand that.
[ As for why he's choosing to stay around the city when he technically has no purpose for being here... well, Navia can guess why. ]
But you have to remember that trust needs to go both ways. In my case, even if things go the way I want them to... it will take me a while to trust her, after she's gone back and forth on it for so long. If he's as fragile as you say— [ and if Navia is right that Wriothesley isn't quite as opaque as he believes himself to be ] —then he might also have some rebuilding to do. If you decide that you want to pursue this, you might find that you need to be patient too.
[ Her thumb strokes over the scarring in his eyebrows, and she lowers her face until it's even with his. ]
Which I suppose brings it back to that same question all over again. You keep telling me all the reasons it won't work... but if you truly didn't want it to work, we wouldn't be having this conversation in the first place.
[ A gentle purse of her lips against his. ]
Tell me honestly, Wriothesley. What do you want?
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He sighs, turning his head on his cheek to rest against her chest. )
I’m patient, I just don’t think I can put up with immaturity.
Have you tried telling her how her back and forth makes you feel? Maybe she’ll consider making a real decision then.
( He has never been one to demand his needs besides basic rights. He watches the door across the room and closes his eyes again. With everything so beautifully quiet, he can listen to her heartbeat. He’d hate knowing he’s bringing Kaveh the same pain she’s experiencing.
Facing up again, he easily finds his lips to lock with hers— probably not her intention but it’s not like he can help himself. He pulls away with a smile. )
Does it make a difference if I tell you?
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In the grand scheme of things, no. But if you tell me, you'll be speaking it aloud— that's what's important.
[ Her fingers card back through his hair, sapphire eyes soft and affectionate as they search his face. ]
You don't have to allow for immaturity on anyone's part. [ She doesn't elaborate on what she means— she figures that he'll know, or at the very least, that it will give him something to think about more seriously. ] Have patience, but also have boundaries. Right?
[ As for her own situation... Navia wrinkles her nose. ]
She knows that I don't like it, but I haven't told her the full extent of it. I'd prefer not to pressure her. But... let's focus on you right now. Okay?
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( He takes her wrists into his hands despite the delicate caressing still melting him to a pulp. Logic and emotion don’t always coexist at the same time, and he knows his wants are borderline selfish— logic ends up washing them away.
It’s counterproductive chasing after a man who’s not even from Fontaine and here on borrowed time, having a full life elsewhere just as Wriothesley lives his own.
He stands from the chair and starts taking off the clasps on his boots. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t take advantage of napping in a soft hotel bed like this. )
I want him for myself, Navia.
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Then tell him that.
[ A pause, as her eyes twinkle. He's not the only one thinking about the advantage they have right now. And besides— they're both still single, for now. ]
After, anyway.
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We have plenty of time.
( It can be daunting letting go of their routine, or the comfort she provides. Emotionally and physically. Her comment brings a waning smile from him. Just like many other times, it encompasses more than one thing. So now’s the time to turn the tables on her. )
And what do you want?
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Oh..? What do I want? Isn't it obvious~?
[ And she reaches up to grab his tie, drawing him with her as she leans back against the bed, a sigh as her spine finds the comfort of the mattress. The smile on her lips is a teasing, a touch of amused silliness around the edges while she lets the words sink in, while she waits just long enough that he might think she's serious— only then does he reach to card his hair back again, shaking her head. ]
I know. That's not what you mean.
[ Navia sighs, lets her head fall heavily against the mattress. ]
I want her for myself, too.
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He joins her easily, towering on top of her frame propped up on his elbows. Though he soon allows for his weight to befall on hers and sink the mattress even more. He lifts his chin between her breasts because of course he does. )
Then tell her that.
( See, Navia? It’s not that easy. )
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But...
She shakes her head. Her situation is a little different to his, after all. ] But I can't force her to accept me, either. She knows how I feel— she has to work out how she feels. And... mm, it's complicated for us, too. In ways I can't exactly explain.
[ Not without essentially telling him who she is, at least.
Navia sighs, and her hand drifts down, skimming the side of his face and then falling to his shoulder. ]
I don't like feeling this way, but I don't have much of a choice. You do, and you know that.
[ Ugh. On one hand, she's glad they had this conversation. Wriothesley needed her help, and she was able to give it. It's just that in the wake of it... ]
I'll be okay, handsome. Whatever happens.
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( If this conversation became an active thorn because of her situation, he can’t help but wonder if Kaveh has anyone to also talk like this about the things Wriothesley has put him through. It’s not easy for anybody, much less alone. )
She’ll come around with her own answer when she’s ready and so will I. But don’t make yourself wait forever. Whatever forever means to you.
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Monsieur, you told me your answer already. Don't you try to walk back on it now.
[ But she's not going to belabor the point, either. She's pushed him pretty far today— she knows this already. And so instead she tugs at him once more, hoping to pull him up into a kiss this time.
She can't exactly promise she won't keep waiting. Not when she's already been in love for so long. But she offers him a small smile, a nod, all the same. ]
I'll try my best. Okay?
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( With that, he turns his head against her chest and lets his smile disappear. The scent on her clothes and her skin is always enough to transcend his thoughts. His vulnerability has left him mentally drained, combined with the sugars and tea from earlier and it’s no surprise he passes out on her. )