[ He's about to grill her on what this morning looked like, but she's just given him plenty, and--
[ And would he be this worked up if any one of his guy friends was having the same issue? Admittedly, he's a little tense over Junpei's, but that's a whole other can of worms. Is this really worth getting in a knot about? ]
...Okay. Okay, well, I'm glad you're--I'll bring you dinner. For sure. No problem. What else do you need?
Dinner, yes, please, and an extra pillow if there is one to be had. Though please do not worry or fuss, if any of it is too hard. Just if it's not out of your path.
[ She was quiet for a second. Because she knows he's always worried about her, always wanting her to be safe and well.
That he deserves the assurance. ]
It was... [ she exhales, thinking of a word. ] - nice, Dear Heart. [ Truly the thrilling words of passion, there, 'nice', absolutely the kind of review Sweeney wanted. ] It hurt some, to start with... but... only because it was new. But then after... after a little, I felt wonderful. Beautiful and warm and wanted. Perhaps I did not plan it, or think it through, or even that I should... and some of it I must reckon with, in myself, but...
[ She does not regret it. ] It was... good to do things, that others have been allowed to, and not... not have to worry about... everything else.
[ It was new. A bright pang of worry lances through his lungs, but he waits a good long breath in and out before responding, waits for it to cool down so that he can emphasize: ] It's not too hard, Gil. I'm getting you a fucking pillow. Worst case scenario, I'll make a couple trips. I think there's a tea blend back at the shop that should help too, I can--look, I'll take care of it.
[ A beat, another breath. Honestly, even for all his worry: ]
I'm glad for you. It's--I mean, it's really something, isn't it? Especially with someone...someone you really like.
[ She just keeps smiling. She doesn't know if she'll ever stop, it feels like. ]
I had no idea, before, I knew it must be something - for all the poets to write of it as they do but... it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. [ She shakes her head. ] Even if he delights in being wicked. I think he just wants to see me blush all the time, the way he talks. [ Maybe stop making it so easy, Gilia. ] Him and Prince Ianthe, too, while I think of it.
[ Ianthe! It would track that she'd be drawn to Gilia with her love of litigiousness and sharky teeth. Ianthe knows what a queen is due, for sure--but there's a feeling of jealousy? protectiveness? anxiety? rattling around in his chest like a loose bolt. Whether the feelings are grounded in reality or psychosis is a mystery for another time--a patient is walking in the door. ]
I gotta go. You let me know if you think of anything else, and--and-- [ He laughs along the line, plain and amused. ] I hope you're proud of yourself.
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[ And would he be this worked up if any one of his guy friends was having the same issue? Admittedly, he's a little tense over Junpei's, but that's a whole other can of worms. Is this really worth getting in a knot about? ]
...Okay. Okay, well, I'm glad you're--I'll bring you dinner. For sure. No problem. What else do you need?
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[ She was quiet for a second. Because she knows he's always worried about her, always wanting her to be safe and well.
That he deserves the assurance. ]
It was... [ she exhales, thinking of a word. ] - nice, Dear Heart. [ Truly the thrilling words of passion, there, 'nice', absolutely the kind of review Sweeney wanted. ] It hurt some, to start with... but... only because it was new. But then after... after a little, I felt wonderful. Beautiful and warm and wanted. Perhaps I did not plan it, or think it through, or even that I should... and some of it I must reckon with, in myself, but...
[ She does not regret it. ] It was... good to do things, that others have been allowed to, and not... not have to worry about... everything else.
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[ A beat, another breath. Honestly, even for all his worry: ]
I'm glad for you. It's--I mean, it's really something, isn't it? Especially with someone...someone you really like.
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I had no idea, before, I knew it must be something - for all the poets to write of it as they do but... it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. [ She shakes her head. ] Even if he delights in being wicked. I think he just wants to see me blush all the time, the way he talks. [ Maybe stop making it so easy, Gilia. ] Him and Prince Ianthe, too, while I think of it.
[ grumble grumble. ]
🎀
I gotta go. You let me know if you think of anything else, and--and-- [ He laughs along the line, plain and amused. ] I hope you're proud of yourself.
I'll see you later.