[ i truly thought this was going to be drunk ecats
maybe it's the booze, but she's being so much braver than he's been. he listens in a sort of stunned quiet, eyes wide when he realizes what's... happening... after these two months he's made timid, and it's so stupid, because they're both lively and gregarious and now he's afraid of saying the wrong thing, and she's driven herself to frustrated tears.
weeks now, they've stumbled through these things. we'll figure it out together. we have each other. he reaches out, swiping the tear away with the side of his thumb, careful of his nails. his hand lingers there for a moment, before resting against her cheek. ]
Rosamund...
[ the timing is hard, because it makes sense—tomorrow could be a world-rending battle and there is no guarantee of the day after—and it also doesn't—because there's already so much happening. todomatsu... he's grateful he's sober, because he'd stumble over his words worse if he wasn't. ]
I do care for you a great deal—I love you. [ he's said as much, here and again, and it's not hard to repeat now. ] The kind you mean is... it does take time. Yet I do love you very much. I would feel that way whether tomorrow brings about the end of us all or not.
[ so then what? his own heart feels confused, like it's too quick and too slow. ]
You're very important to me—I don't intend to walk away. [ they don't have to figure it all out in a night, but also, she's approaching him like her hopes are already dashed, and that breaks his heart a little. ]
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maybe it's the booze, but she's being so much braver than he's been. he listens in a sort of stunned quiet, eyes wide when he realizes what's... happening... after these two months he's made timid, and it's so stupid, because they're both lively and gregarious and now he's afraid of saying the wrong thing, and she's driven herself to frustrated tears.
weeks now, they've stumbled through these things. we'll figure it out together. we have each other. he reaches out, swiping the tear away with the side of his thumb, careful of his nails. his hand lingers there for a moment, before resting against her cheek. ]
Rosamund...
[ the timing is hard, because it makes sense—tomorrow could be a world-rending battle and there is no guarantee of the day after—and it also doesn't—because there's already so much happening. todomatsu... he's grateful he's sober, because he'd stumble over his words worse if he wasn't. ]
I do care for you a great deal—I love you. [ he's said as much, here and again, and it's not hard to repeat now. ] The kind you mean is... it does take time. Yet I do love you very much. I would feel that way whether tomorrow brings about the end of us all or not.
[ so then what? his own heart feels confused, like it's too quick and too slow. ]
You're very important to me—I don't intend to walk away. [ they don't have to figure it all out in a night, but also, she's approaching him like her hopes are already dashed, and that breaks his heart a little. ]