[A faint blush dusts his cheeks. His fingers twitch, curling slightly into his palms, and he doesn't meet her eyes out of shyness. He wonders if she meant for him to hear those silent words, kind and then hopeful, but he knows them to be her sincere desires.
This isn't over yet. There's still a week.]
. . . This time, I'll stay.
[This time, I won't leave you to bear the weight alone.]
[-oh. well, the blush makes it clear that some of that leaked out, but... that's all right. she smiles in return, warm, fond.]
... I worked on my own for a long time, right up until fairly recently. What you offered me, before you were killed-- it made this place less lonely.
[he offered her someone to rely on, on a more equal level, when she was so busy trying to make sure others stayed safe. when there were so few people she could ask that of. and-- what a pair they make, honestly. him with his immortality, his youth despite his age, and her with the lines in her face that shouldn't have been there yet, her lost time. both of their experiences with loss and with deaths that aren't the end.]
Stay here a while, Sieghart.
[this time, she does lean in to kiss him again, gently.]
[Some part of him trembles inwardly at the kiss, overcome by the sweet emotions of acceptance and affection he's put aside for centuries. The tenderness of the gesture hushes his thoughts, and he ever slightly bows his head after she withdraws.
It does little to conceal the rosiness that spreads throughout his face.]
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This isn't over yet. There's still a week.]
. . . This time, I'll stay.
[This time, I won't leave you to bear the weight alone.]
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... I worked on my own for a long time, right up until fairly recently. What you offered me, before you were killed-- it made this place less lonely.
[he offered her someone to rely on, on a more equal level, when she was so busy trying to make sure others stayed safe. when there were so few people she could ask that of. and-- what a pair they make, honestly. him with his immortality, his youth despite his age, and her with the lines in her face that shouldn't have been there yet, her lost time. both of their experiences with loss and with deaths that aren't the end.]
Stay here a while, Sieghart.
[this time, she does lean in to kiss him again, gently.]
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It does little to conceal the rosiness that spreads throughout his face.]
Y-yeah . . .
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You won't faint if I say I'd like you to stay for the night, will you?
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I'm too used to the nap room from the daycare. I won't be able to stretch like I did there if I go back to the bunks.
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[it's queen-size, there's enough to share without ending his life.]
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[He jumps out of the armrest, (as much as Lucretia's proximity allows him).]
Even the cushions in the daycare weren't all that big. You don't snore, do you?
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[nobody's ever called her out on it, so probably not?]
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