"Of course. You were not wrong to love." In a moment of boldness, Jekyll takes her head in his hands and kisses her forehead. "Although you need not live this way."
Plucking at his shame cushion in shyness, her lips quiver. He may not be good, but he's kind. Even in the jaws of her sire she can dream a little dream.
"You are so generous." Were her eyes so hypnotically luminous before? They're dizzying. "He cannot be touched as a farmer never puts hands on a king. But I greatly love to see a future without."
"Not at all." He can only be shameful, not generous, he hasn't done anything for her. And that shame cushion better stay where it is.....
"There would be less damage done sooner than later." It's only to point out to her, not to insist at all. Something to keep in mind. Realising where his hands are, he drops them, into his lap, on the shame cushion.
That persistence is frustrating but wins him a partially suppressed smile. It reminds her of the hopelessness of the trap she's fallen into, but he means well.
Is there harm in indulging a fantasy?
Paloma curls onto her side, head pillowed by an outstretched arm. "Perhaps he is ran off. Would you appear?"
"Appear?" He thinks he may understand what she means by that, but he can't be sure, and so he can't assume. That could be awkward.
He also debates turning back onto the bed properly - it's rude not to look at someone you're speaking to. But - no, there's no but, he shifts to do much the same, which means his shame cushion doesn't work so well anymore...
That isn't quote what he'd thought. But he does blush for her tender gesture. "Of course, I would be your friend always, you must never doubt such a thing. Particularly in a time of need." Even if he may disappear for a while shortly.
She does so appreciate the statuesque angles of his face. Paloma keeps her fist pressed against herself to stay the need to explore him, now that they lie quietly outside of a hot frenzy.
"Then here is to the night, and to our friendship."
Truly he might very much like to do the same. But that has to be put out of mind. How can he be so terrible as to even think it. Especially when she speaks of friendship! Something he's already trampled on in doing this.
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"You are so generous." Were her eyes so hypnotically luminous before? They're dizzying. "He cannot be touched as a farmer never puts hands on a king. But I greatly love to see a future without."
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"There would be less damage done sooner than later." It's only to point out to her, not to insist at all. Something to keep in mind. Realising where his hands are, he drops them, into his lap, on the shame cushion.
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Is there harm in indulging a fantasy?
Paloma curls onto her side, head pillowed by an outstretched arm. "Perhaps he is ran off. Would you appear?"
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He also debates turning back onto the bed properly - it's rude not to look at someone you're speaking to. But - no, there's no but, he shifts to do much the same, which means his shame cushion doesn't work so well anymore...
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"As my friend. In this dream where he leaves and I am alive."
Her fingers curl. She takes them from his hair.
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"Then here is to the night, and to our friendship."
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He smiles. "Secrets and freedom."