( no one ever accused him of not being foolish about some things, but those are the sort of thoughts that he's going to keep to himself for the time being, or until such a time that he feels it prudent to open up to her more than he already has. there are no rules against that level of closeness between a servant and someone that isn't their master, but you generally don't hear about it, either. rare cases, at best, but he's not about to shun her just because she isn't his master.
we've already established that he likes her more than the one that is, but that's neither here nor there for now. to find out that they aren't so different from one another in the future won't be such a surprise, not really, but that sort of reveal is better left for the most opportune moment possible.
he remembers β¦ being fussed over before, in a way not unlike this one but certainly not just like it, either, and it brings back a flood of memories that make him immediately nostalgic. for the past he'll never see again but always carry with him and for the people that remained in that past β¦ all of them he'd held so close, so dear, and some of which he sees in the girl in front of him, fussing in her own way, mincing no words about how she feels he's acting.
foolish, it seems. but that just endears her to him even more than she already was. )
Not the first time I've been called stupid. ( he muses, fondness in his voice as he finally settles and begins to peel his shirt away from the surface of his skin. there might not be as much damage as she thinks there is, but then again there might be, and the only real way to tell is to let her have her way and inspect him.
his shoulders roll as he pulls the fabric up and over his head, and if she's never seen more of his tattoo than what peeks beneath any shirtsleeves before now, that's definitely about to change.
he smirks down at her, one corner of his mouth pulled slightly upward. ) That better?
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works for me and honestly makes more sense if i think about it
Date: 2023-02-07 02:58 am (UTC)we've already established that he likes her more than the one that is, but that's neither here nor there for now. to find out that they aren't so different from one another in the future won't be such a surprise, not really, but that sort of reveal is better left for the most opportune moment possible.
he remembers β¦ being fussed over before, in a way not unlike this one but certainly not just like it, either, and it brings back a flood of memories that make him immediately nostalgic. for the past he'll never see again but always carry with him and for the people that remained in that past β¦ all of them he'd held so close, so dear, and some of which he sees in the girl in front of him, fussing in her own way, mincing no words about how she feels he's acting.
foolish, it seems. but that just endears her to him even more than she already was. )
Not the first time I've been called stupid. ( he muses, fondness in his voice as he finally settles and begins to peel his shirt away from the surface of his skin. there might not be as much damage as she thinks there is, but then again there might be, and the only real way to tell is to let her have her way and inspect him.
his shoulders roll as he pulls the fabric up and over his head, and if she's never seen more of his tattoo than what peeks beneath any shirtsleeves before now, that's definitely about to change.
he smirks down at her, one corner of his mouth pulled slightly upward. ) That better?