[ If it's notably less practiced, he doesn't seem to mind, sinking a little into her hug even though he's careful about it. She does look better, and that's a relief - but he doesn't want to hurt her if there is still something there. ]
Um... belatedly, I realized I should have seen to any preferences you had... [ It's said sheepishly - embarrassed? Ears flick back, a small peek of a swishing tail below. But he shifts the bag from his arm and hands it over. Inside are perfumes with various floral scents (iris, lavender, etc) along with those nicely scented sprays. ] I can always exchange them if you would like something else.
It's alright, I'm sure whatever you brought will do perfectly. [she watches his ears flick, lips twitching. happily, she takes the bag and looks through them.] I don't often wear perfumes, but... I wanted a pick-me-up this week.
[she's alive! she's alive. so... she thinks she should get to smell nice.]
So you say... [ But he still! Fidgets! As she looks through them, his hands press and rub together as if he doesn't know what to do with them. Fidgeting with flicks of his ears as he watches, as if to gauge whether she truly is satisfied with the selection. ]
Perhaps it would have been better to see another about them. [ Like Amalthea? However, his head tilts listening, and it does have his fidgeting lessening, smiling gently. ] Tis a new week after all, a pick-me-up is always a good way to start things.
[ She is alive, and deserves little treats to live this life she has however she wants. ]
[ lavender smell! he watches her, a hint of amusement and fond. a look that softens considerably so at her words. ]
..If you like them, then that is all that matters. [ when their gaze meet, he stares at her for a moment before shaking his head with a smile. ]
Of course. You need not thank me. [ even though his cheeks tint a little pink. it's hard to ignore the urge to reach out, so he does as he brushes some of her hair to the side. ] Seeing you smile is rewarding enough.
[she watches him for a second, taking in the slightly pink cheeks, and when he brushes her hair to the side, she hums, soft.]
... You're very kind to me. [she says. she smiles - for him, mostly, because he likes it, and she doesn't mind.] I wish you were half as kind to yourself, you know.
[ There's a blink at that mention, head tilting. ]
You deserve kindness and more after everything. [ It's a gentle murmur of words, though he has a complicated look when she returns it. Peering at her smile as ears flick back into his hair. ]
There are some moments where I allow myself to be selfish - but only momentarily. I would say that is in a sense a kindness to myself. [ To allow himself that, but.. ] ...Ultimately, in the end, I will be only a small mention in everyone's books, and I am content with that fact. To live in the moment of it.
and lets go of him for just a second so that she can take his face in her hands, staring at him. eye contact.]
You are not a footnote. [she tells him, firmly.] You understand how frustrating it is for those of us who care for you to hear this, yes? To hear you talk about yourself like you're only tolerated?
[she runs her thumb along his cheek.]
Being selfish is not what you're doing. You barely take at all. Take more. Don't be ridiculous.
[ Red eyes widen a fraction at that face hold, blinking a few in his surprise, but he does not look away from her eyes. Even as one hand raises, careful, hesitant as it settles over hers to keep her own there.
It is difficult to argue against those words. It's clear as day, after all. All too familiar with that frustration. There's a small shiver at the feel of her thumb before he closes his eyes, sighing softly. ]
...It would be unfair of me to take any more. [ Gently, he presses their foreheads together, gaze fluttering open to look at her again. ] The heart often yearns for what it cannot have, taking only a little is all I feel I am allowed to have.
[ (...) An apologetic smile shows as he straightens a little, ears flicking. ] I did not intend to sour the mood, I'm sorry.
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I thought the very same for you.
[ He pulls back enough just to peer at her, content to see her in a more healthier state... happier? Cheeks a light tint at the laugh. To bunt without warning... do forgive him Throné. ] --Oh. Yes, your items.
Um... belatedly, I realized I should have seen to any preferences you had... [ It's said sheepishly - embarrassed? Ears flick back, a small peek of a swishing tail below. But he shifts the bag from his arm and hands it over. Inside are perfumes with various floral scents (iris, lavender, etc) along with those nicely scented sprays. ] I can always exchange them if you would like something else.
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she is fully healed by now, though her leg is still the lég and she's scarred. but it's nice to not be in pain for the first time in a while, and her spirit is lighter, like it always is when she gets the chance to start a little more fresh.]
It's alright, I'm sure whatever you brought will do perfectly. [she watches his ears flick, lips twitching. happily, she takes the bag and looks through them.] I don't often wear perfumes, but... I wanted a pick-me-up this week.
[she's alive! she's alive. so... she thinks she should get to smell nice.]
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Perhaps it would have been better to see another about them. [ Like Amalthea? However, his head tilts listening, and it does have his fidgeting lessening, smiling gently. ] Tis a new week after all, a pick-me-up is always a good way to start things.
[ She is alive, and deserves little treats to live this life she has however she wants. ]
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I like to ask you for things. [she says, idly, breathing in.] You did well with the books, before. And I like these.
[she glances at him.]
... Thank you.
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..If you like them, then that is all that matters. [ when their gaze meet, he stares at her for a moment before shaking his head with a smile. ]
Of course. You need not thank me. [ even though his cheeks tint a little pink. it's hard to ignore the urge to reach out, so he does as he brushes some of her hair to the side. ] Seeing you smile is rewarding enough.
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... You're very kind to me. [she says. she smiles - for him, mostly, because he likes it, and she doesn't mind.] I wish you were half as kind to yourself, you know.
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You deserve kindness and more after everything. [ It's a gentle murmur of words, though he has a complicated look when she returns it. Peering at her smile as ears flick back into his hair. ]
There are some moments where I allow myself to be selfish - but only momentarily. I would say that is in a sense a kindness to myself. [ To allow himself that, but.. ] ...Ultimately, in the end, I will be only a small mention in everyone's books, and I am content with that fact. To live in the moment of it.
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and lets go of him for just a second so that she can take his face in her hands, staring at him. eye contact.]
You are not a footnote. [she tells him, firmly.] You understand how frustrating it is for those of us who care for you to hear this, yes? To hear you talk about yourself like you're only tolerated?
[she runs her thumb along his cheek.]
Being selfish is not what you're doing. You barely take at all. Take more. Don't be ridiculous.
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It is difficult to argue against those words. It's clear as day, after all. All too familiar with that frustration. There's a small shiver at the feel of her thumb before he closes his eyes, sighing softly. ]
...It would be unfair of me to take any more. [ Gently, he presses their foreheads together, gaze fluttering open to look at her again. ] The heart often yearns for what it cannot have, taking only a little is all I feel I am allowed to have.
[ (...) An apologetic smile shows as he straightens a little, ears flicking. ] I did not intend to sour the mood, I'm sorry.