strange how his request takes some of the wind out of her. a little unexpected, a little bit shy for how it makes her blink at him owlishly, and yet she stands too stunned to let any hint of color rise to her cheek.
fair enough. years of stardom and she should have admirers by the dozen, or maybe costars that have approached her after a show, or even strangers that she's met in passing, while she's wearing a disguise and sharing their company only. all of that potential, and nothing that she's ever really acted upon.
it feels a little silly now, thinking about it, reminiscing of a day sitting in mister gopher wood's office when she was hardly as tall as the desk that he sat at. something about no relations before marriage or abstaining, if the flesh does not prove too difficult; and that full awkward conversation that came after, that she restlessly daydreamed through to endure.
and then, walking out of the office with her brother at her side, she'd announced with all of the surety of girlhood, i'll just marry you when he'd asked her if she had paid any attention. he could be wearing the same expression here — trying not to twist in discomfort, sharpened in adulthood. a brave face. )
... I thought, if I were to have a partner, you would need to vet them first.
The same way I hoped you'd come to me so I might also give you my opinion... I promised myself that I'd never be harsh. No doubt you would've already put them through an extensive, scathing process if they made it by your side.
( softly, because she does feel a little warm, around her ears mostly as her feathers start to fall towards her throat. and then a laugh, wry and light as her gaze drops to where their hands are still linked. )
... I suppose this means we won't be waiting until marriage.
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strange how his request takes some of the wind out of her. a little unexpected, a little bit shy for how it makes her blink at him owlishly, and yet she stands too stunned to let any hint of color rise to her cheek.
fair enough. years of stardom and she should have admirers by the dozen, or maybe costars that have approached her after a show, or even strangers that she's met in passing, while she's wearing a disguise and sharing their company only. all of that potential, and nothing that she's ever really acted upon.
it feels a little silly now, thinking about it, reminiscing of a day sitting in mister gopher wood's office when she was hardly as tall as the desk that he sat at. something about no relations before marriage or abstaining, if the flesh does not prove too difficult; and that full awkward conversation that came after, that she restlessly daydreamed through to endure.
and then, walking out of the office with her brother at her side, she'd announced with all of the surety of girlhood, i'll just marry you when he'd asked her if she had paid any attention. he could be wearing the same expression here — trying not to twist in discomfort, sharpened in adulthood. a brave face. )
... I thought, if I were to have a partner, you would need to vet them first.
The same way I hoped you'd come to me so I might also give you my opinion... I promised myself that I'd never be harsh. No doubt you would've already put them through an extensive, scathing process if they made it by your side.
( softly, because she does feel a little warm, around her ears mostly as her feathers start to fall towards her throat. and then a laugh, wry and light as her gaze drops to where their hands are still linked. )
... I suppose this means we won't be waiting until marriage.