soo-won is not someone who subscribes to hope, faith - to anything unseen, that exists outside of his own hands. waiting for others to come has never done anything for him, because he is often the one that people are waiting for.
the one who will arrive with a plan and the certainty to execute it. the one who will come to the castle, to visit after a long time apart. the one who will save the country, because they can rely on no other.
as much as he loves other people - he does not wait on them, or put stock in words, or dare to hope.
but when jeanne asks this of him, he finds himself - hesitating.
wanting to reach out, just once.]
.... you may have to hurry.
[the only reference that perhaps - he has barely time left to spare, that if their moment is not now, then it may not come. and while he has no grudge, no anger about it, he cannot run from the reality.
yet.]
.... but I will always accept you, should you wish to come to me. There will always be space for you - with me.
[he refuses to admit that he will wait for her - that he will hope in her words, that she may one day arrive to him despite everything, no matter how certain she sounds.
but perhaps even the acknowledgement -
that is a sign of his hope that he will entrust in her, and only her.]
[ From her beginning to her end, what Jeanne has the most of is faith. Her path in history burned with it. For all that she did because she could not turn away from the suffering she heard, she has never walked with the purpose of going towards one person.
She has never walked for false hopes. For as much faith as she holds, she can't avert her eyes from reality,
Which is why when she shifts back a little, extracting herself from him by just a fraction, and moves to find one of his hands with both of hers, her grip is almost tight—a recognition of his words for what they are, a sign that she knows they have very little time here or anywhere.
She bows her head and brings his hand up to press against her forehead, a silent oath, a silent prayer. ]
That is all I need.
[ She is not someone who wishes for herself, but if she ever did, if she could, perhaps it could be that.
As much as she loves others, as much as she works with others— to go to someone and to have a space with someone is not something she knows.
Jeanne is not someone who can swear fealty to any one person, as she is now. She is a Servant without a Master for more reasons than one, for more reasons than she can remember at this time.
But maybe someday, she can be, once she exhausts herself and completes her duties.
And for all that Jeanne is or isn't, she is one who hopes and carries the hopes of others with her. For as little or as much as he is willing to give to her, she will walk with it until she can no longer.
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soo-won is not someone who subscribes to hope, faith - to anything unseen, that exists outside of his own hands. waiting for others to come has never done anything for him, because he is often the one that people are waiting for.
the one who will arrive with a plan and the certainty to execute it. the one who will come to the castle, to visit after a long time apart. the one who will save the country, because they can rely on no other.
as much as he loves other people - he does not wait on them, or put stock in words, or dare to hope.
but when jeanne asks this of him, he finds himself - hesitating.
wanting to reach out, just once.]
.... you may have to hurry.
[the only reference that perhaps - he has barely time left to spare, that if their moment is not now, then it may not come. and while he has no grudge, no anger about it, he cannot run from the reality.
yet.]
.... but I will always accept you, should you wish to come to me. There will always be space for you - with me.
[he refuses to admit that he will wait for her - that he will hope in her words, that she may one day arrive to him despite everything, no matter how certain she sounds.
but perhaps even the acknowledgement -
that is a sign of his hope that he will entrust in her, and only her.]
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She has never walked for false hopes. For as much faith as she holds, she can't avert her eyes from reality,
Which is why when she shifts back a little, extracting herself from him by just a fraction, and moves to find one of his hands with both of hers, her grip is almost tight—a recognition of his words for what they are, a sign that she knows they have very little time here or anywhere.
She bows her head and brings his hand up to press against her forehead, a silent oath, a silent prayer. ]
That is all I need.
[ She is not someone who wishes for herself, but if she ever did, if she could, perhaps it could be that.
As much as she loves others, as much as she works with others— to go to someone and to have a space with someone is not something she knows.
Jeanne is not someone who can swear fealty to any one person, as she is now. She is a Servant without a Master for more reasons than one, for more reasons than she can remember at this time.
But maybe someday, she can be, once she exhausts herself and completes her duties.
And for all that Jeanne is or isn't, she is one who hopes and carries the hopes of others with her. For as little or as much as he is willing to give to her, she will walk with it until she can no longer.
She lifts her head with a small smile. ]
Our horse ride gone a bit awry, hasn't it?