Would that it were only our hearts that mattered, and I would need not even ask.
[Gradually, he gathers up enough of his sense to remember how arms work, and reaches over a little awkwardly to find Haurchefant, faltering as he first tries to card fingers through his hair and eventually settling instead for running the tips of his fingers up and down the other man's bare arm.]
But Ishgard...
[Ishgard is such a cruel mistress. He could not love her more, even for all her wounds and stings.]
...What manner of fool am I, so focused on what lies for us ahead that I neglect the vision at my side. Forgive me. You are — [He flushes, just a little.] — romancing me still, I think, and I am failing to give your sweet words their due.
[He pauses, then tries a wry half-smile.]
You may ravish me again, with my permission and as you see fit, should my pondering grow intolerable.
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[Gradually, he gathers up enough of his sense to remember how arms work, and reaches over a little awkwardly to find Haurchefant, faltering as he first tries to card fingers through his hair and eventually settling instead for running the tips of his fingers up and down the other man's bare arm.]
But Ishgard...
[Ishgard is such a cruel mistress. He could not love her more, even for all her wounds and stings.]
...What manner of fool am I, so focused on what lies for us ahead that I neglect the vision at my side. Forgive me. You are — [He flushes, just a little.] — romancing me still, I think, and I am failing to give your sweet words their due.
[He pauses, then tries a wry half-smile.]
You may ravish me again, with my permission and as you see fit, should my pondering grow intolerable.