[The laughter tugs a smile from her, and the warmth of his hand draws her a little bit further from the stupor. His fins do that darling ruffle and she has to hold herself back from reaching for one. He has no idea of his own charms, does he?]
I'd like that. [She nods her head, blowing out a measured breath, a tentative grin edging onto her cheeks.] I'd like that very much, Sidon.
[Maybe this is all right? Definitions should be left for definite feelings. They're still working it out on both ends, and with a battle incoming it's easy to rush things. Dion had told her about that, as had Margaret and Harley. She doesn't want that, not yet. Maybe someday?
She hadn't started that whole Never Have I Ever mess without reason. It makes her envious to think about, just not enough to delve into yet. Talk is better. Good company is better.
And Sidon is the best company of all.
She moves her hand to take his, properly, and motions with her head towards the dorms.]
[ it'd be much easier to rush headlong into something—it fits better with his modus operandi too, actually. of course he'd get caught up in a flurry of feelings when there's a huge battle on the horizon, one that'd make his blood boil.
but it feels more right not to, just this once. the smile she finds is proof of that, and he mirrors it. ]
Let's!
[ bye forever party, hello dorms. he gives her a minute to get situated, long enough to fetch her a water bottle and seat himself beside her bed. he's tall enough that the ground is often the easiest perch. handing her the water, ]
What a way to round off our journey, hm? [ this mess of a party, and a battle with a god. ]
Indeed. [Said with a sigh and a heavy flop onto the bed cushions. Her water is off on the bedside stand, and she lets herself lay down to comfort her spinning head. She does bring her knees in though, making room for Sidon to sit.
It's rather unfair that he has to move so preciously throughout the ship, she thinks. He's so tall and scarcely anything accommodates him. Rosamund rolls onto her side, pulling a pillow under her head as she ponders him.]
It's kind of nice, though? That everyone's so open to celebrating, whenever they can. We could be going into this very grimly and seriously.
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I'd like that. [She nods her head, blowing out a measured breath, a tentative grin edging onto her cheeks.] I'd like that very much, Sidon.
[Maybe this is all right? Definitions should be left for definite feelings. They're still working it out on both ends, and with a battle incoming it's easy to rush things. Dion had told her about that, as had Margaret and Harley. She doesn't want that, not yet. Maybe someday?
She hadn't started that whole Never Have I Ever mess without reason. It makes her envious to think about, just not enough to delve into yet. Talk is better. Good company is better.
And Sidon is the best company of all.
She moves her hand to take his, properly, and motions with her head towards the dorms.]
Shall we?
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but it feels more right not to, just this once. the smile she finds is proof of that, and he mirrors it. ]
Let's!
[ bye forever party, hello dorms. he gives her a minute to get situated, long enough to fetch her a water bottle and seat himself beside her bed. he's tall enough that the ground is often the easiest perch. handing her the water, ]
What a way to round off our journey, hm? [ this mess of a party, and a battle with a god. ]
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It's rather unfair that he has to move so preciously throughout the ship, she thinks. He's so tall and scarcely anything accommodates him. Rosamund rolls onto her side, pulling a pillow under her head as she ponders him.]
It's kind of nice, though? That everyone's so open to celebrating, whenever they can. We could be going into this very grimly and seriously.