( 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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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. )