[she steps in and immediately starts shedding her layers down to her clothing. the heavy jacket, the scarf, her gloves -- all revealing a thing crystal sheen on her skin.]
...I imagine you know what I'm about to ask. And I want to preface it by saying I completely understand if you'd prefer not to. I just-
[--thought she'd make an effort to trust him more. but that gets caught in her throat, and she has to clear it before hanging her coat.]
[she shyly holds out her hand to him, eyes meeting his with a small smile. oh, how strange that they were on different sides of the war, only to end up... holding hands like this.]
I'd love to have some of your tea afterward as well.
[He takes her hand, marveling at how small it is, even knowing the strength held within it. How many times as a youth had he daydreamed about such a thing? More than he would admit, and that embarrassed thrill shows in the sync. In fact, the sync is easy. Effortless. Ferdinand is an open book, as always]
Of course! I will even warm some cakes if you wish.
[she allows herself to sync, to open herself up to ferdinand. memories of him colored with fondness, with exasperation, with careful distancing leading up to her war- to an effort to trust again once more.]
Mm, I think you'd be wonderful at anything you set your mind to. [a small smile, a chance to reconnect.] You've always been so very passionate in everything you do, after all.
[she turns her eyes down to their connected hands] I hope that we can spend time together here, to make up for the time I've cruelly thrown away.
[he preens under the praise, as always. But her final words cast a dark shade over his pleasure, as to be expected... but anger is certainly not the right term for it]
Oh- [she's actually surprised at that. she'd thought he'd describe her with a worse word, and she believes she'd fully deserve it. the sentiment echoes in her sync.]
I- certainly, yes, I think that's true. But in the end, people still died for my misguided ambitions. I know this now. [in her sync, he might catch glimpses of her conversation with byleth discussing just that.]
Misguided, yes. I stand by what I said when we first reconnected here. But... there is a difference between you and them.
[dark hooked masks and gray death-pale skin. There's no doubt he means Those that Slither, even if he is loath to say it outright. As if saying that title will bring ill luck]
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...I imagine you know what I'm about to ask. And I want to preface it by saying I completely understand if you'd prefer not to. I just-
[--thought she'd make an effort to trust him more. but that gets caught in her throat, and she has to clear it before hanging her coat.]
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[a soft expression settles on his face]
We ended up on different paths, but I have never wished you ill. Of course, I will do all I can to help you.
[a light blush adds to his expression]
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[she shyly holds out her hand to him, eyes meeting his with a small smile. oh, how strange that they were on different sides of the war, only to end up... holding hands like this.]
I'd love to have some of your tea afterward as well.
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Of course! I will even warm some cakes if you wish.
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Oh? Did you make them yourself?
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Goddess no, baking has never been a skill I have put myself to- though perhaps I should now that I find myself with so much spare time?
[Someone never learned to impress Dorathea, it seems]
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[she turns her eyes down to their connected hands] I hope that we can spend time together here, to make up for the time I've cruelly thrown away.
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Cruel is... not the word I would use.
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[His sync suggests this is less a belief and more a hope]
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I- certainly, yes, I think that's true. But in the end, people still died for my misguided ambitions. I know this now. [in her sync, he might catch glimpses of her conversation with byleth discussing just that.]
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[dark hooked masks and gray death-pale skin. There's no doubt he means Those that Slither, even if he is loath to say it outright. As if saying that title will bring ill luck]
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[well, that never happened, but she liked to imagine she did it in a world where she did succeed]
Are there any questions you have for me...? Since we have the time.
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[He says softly before shaking his head]
And I of course have... so many. But you did not come here to be interrogated... we can just... talk?