... I'm sorry, I.... don't know anything about love, or romance. Even when I tried to read to understand more of it.... I'd thought that it would be hard - to distinguish feelings like that.
[soo-won doesn't know anything about love, or being in love.
. . . but.]
.... I think even now, I'm not very good at it. So I don't know if I can answer you with the same certainty - you're always far more sure of yourself than even I can compare to, Jeanne.
[ . . . but.
he moves to step forward then, and he reaches out - if only to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear, tilting his head as he looks down at her and wonders if even still, this is a trick. if this is something that he will certainly lose, and he should be afraid of it. if someone like him truly isn't meant to be gifted with the love of wonderful people like her.
there is something soft in his expression - almost guilty, but even so... he is touched. he knows that there is something that he wants too.
(even if it goes against fate, or preordained futures, or the gods themselves - )]
.... yet I know that I want every moment with you that this world, or any world, might have to spare. And I know that I wish we had all the time to simply know each other. Those words were never lies.
[soo-won may not know anything about love, but he knows longing and heartache like the back of his hand. only now does it begin to make sense, the way that he felt when he looked at her, when he thought that he might lose her.]
Maybe... that is love as I know it.
Is that enough to give, if it is something you could receive?
That is more than she expected. It is more than she'd thought he'd give, knowing what she knows of his life, knowing of what he has left to do in the little time he has left.
(She doesn't know that he'd ask for a wish.)
She's stunned that he would even try. She's aware that he's given very little to no room for any sort of romantic love. She has, too, but the difference is that she had the chance for it once before she threw it away.
Even though she tried to shut those feelings away, they still escaped.
She meant to throw it away here, too, but he said, I'm not sure why you'd go so far for me.
And that is something she couldn't not answer. ]
Yes.
[ She's breathless, and something bright and beautiful blooms in her chest. Even if he is uncertain, even if he doesn't know, even if won't ever know, Jeanne is fine with it.
All she can be is true to herself and accept what comes her way. Even if these feelings aren't right and even if they are wrong, there is no denying what she feels anymore ]
It's more than enough. I am happy enough with that.
[ And she truly is. She looks up at him with her heart in her eyes. For all the times her eyes were bright with tears in the Realm, they never fell.
They do now, and she brings her hands to her face to brush them away. ]
[he startles again, when tears begin to fall - he'd been surprised enough when she was close to tears before, at their reunion, and now she's... crying?
even now, he foolishly wonders if he'd said the wrong thing, even when she looks so happy. because it is an odd thing for him to think - that there is someone who wants to be with him so much, even after everything that he's done.
even more so that this someone is jeanne - who he respects, admires, cares for, and would similarly want to follow, if he were to ever choose someone who fascinated him so much that his legs would move before he couldn't even think.
similarly to now, when his hands move before his mind can think better of it - reaching out to try to help with her tears, even awkward as he is. he's careful to brush them away, even as his head ducks more towards hers, their foreheads nearly touching
until he hesitates - the last failsafe of his attempt at distance faltering - before he presses a soft kiss to her cheek.
as always, his voice is soft and gentle - ]
... don't cry... I don't... know what lengths I'll go to, to get you to stop.
[what he'd do, if it meant jeanne never had to cry again]
[ The kiss startles her enough that her tears stop. ]
I'm - sorry. I really am not one to cry much.
[ It just seems as if Soo-won can evoke that much more emotion from her, past all the different walls and different barriers she puts up to be the person she needs to be, to be the person others expect her to be.
It's also why she's slow to bring her arms up to link her fingers behind Soo-won's neck. She's never been scared of hearing his response; whatever reply he would've given, she would've accepted easily. For his life as a king or for his very short lifespan, she would have easily expected him to say he couldn't think to accept her feelings.
She would have understood instantly, but it wouldn't change how much she'd want to be there for him at his side after everything was said and done.
She laughs softly. ]
You don't have to do much. Letting me be with you for as much time as you can is all I need.
I don't need you to know or be good at romance. It's not as if I know much about it either.
[ It's not like she ever allowed herself to, and it has always been scarier for her to acknowledge it for herself, scarier for her to hold these feelings than for any other person to not have feelings for her. ]
I doubt I'll have more reason to cry from hereon.
[ Not once everything has been settled and not until his life leaves him for good. ]
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... I'm sorry, I.... don't know anything about love, or romance. Even when I tried to read to understand more of it.... I'd thought that it would be hard - to distinguish feelings like that.
[soo-won doesn't know anything about love, or being in love.
. . . but.]
.... I think even now, I'm not very good at it. So I don't know if I can answer you with the same certainty - you're always far more sure of yourself than even I can compare to, Jeanne.
[ . . . but.
he moves to step forward then, and he reaches out - if only to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear, tilting his head as he looks down at her and wonders if even still, this is a trick. if this is something that he will certainly lose, and he should be afraid of it. if someone like him truly isn't meant to be gifted with the love of wonderful people like her.
there is something soft in his expression - almost guilty, but even so... he is touched. he knows that there is something that he wants too.
(even if it goes against fate, or preordained futures, or the gods themselves - )]
.... yet I know that I want every moment with you that this world, or any world, might have to spare. And I know that I wish we had all the time to simply know each other. Those words were never lies.
[soo-won may not know anything about love, but he knows longing and heartache like the back of his hand. only now does it begin to make sense, the way that he felt when he looked at her, when he thought that he might lose her.]
Maybe... that is love as I know it.
Is that enough to give, if it is something you could receive?
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That is more than she expected. It is more than she'd thought he'd give, knowing what she knows of his life, knowing of what he has left to do in the little time he has left.
(She doesn't know that he'd ask for a wish.)
She's stunned that he would even try. She's aware that he's given very little to no room for any sort of romantic love. She has, too, but the difference is that she had the chance for it once before she threw it away.
Even though she tried to shut those feelings away, they still escaped.
She meant to throw it away here, too, but he said, I'm not sure why you'd go so far for me.
And that is something she couldn't not answer. ]
Yes.
[ She's breathless, and something bright and beautiful blooms in her chest. Even if he is uncertain, even if he doesn't know, even if won't ever know, Jeanne is fine with it.
All she can be is true to herself and accept what comes her way. Even if these feelings aren't right and even if they are wrong, there is no denying what she feels anymore ]
It's more than enough. I am happy enough with that.
[ And she truly is. She looks up at him with her heart in her eyes. For all the times her eyes were bright with tears in the Realm, they never fell.
They do now, and she brings her hands to her face to brush them away. ]
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[he startles again, when tears begin to fall - he'd been surprised enough when she was close to tears before, at their reunion, and now she's... crying?
even now, he foolishly wonders if he'd said the wrong thing, even when she looks so happy. because it is an odd thing for him to think - that there is someone who wants to be with him so much, even after everything that he's done.
even more so that this someone is jeanne - who he respects, admires, cares for, and would similarly want to follow, if he were to ever choose someone who fascinated him so much that his legs would move before he couldn't even think.
similarly to now, when his hands move before his mind can think better of it - reaching out to try to help with her tears, even awkward as he is. he's careful to brush them away, even as his head ducks more towards hers, their foreheads nearly touching
until he hesitates - the last failsafe of his attempt at distance faltering - before he presses a soft kiss to her cheek.
as always, his voice is soft and gentle - ]
... don't cry... I don't... know what lengths I'll go to, to get you to stop.
[what he'd do, if it meant jeanne never had to cry again]
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I'm - sorry. I really am not one to cry much.
[ It just seems as if Soo-won can evoke that much more emotion from her, past all the different walls and different barriers she puts up to be the person she needs to be, to be the person others expect her to be.
It's also why she's slow to bring her arms up to link her fingers behind Soo-won's neck. She's never been scared of hearing his response; whatever reply he would've given, she would've accepted easily. For his life as a king or for his very short lifespan, she would have easily expected him to say he couldn't think to accept her feelings.
She would have understood instantly, but it wouldn't change how much she'd want to be there for him at his side after everything was said and done.
She laughs softly. ]
You don't have to do much. Letting me be with you for as much time as you can is all I need.
I don't need you to know or be good at romance. It's not as if I know much about it either.
[ It's not like she ever allowed herself to, and it has always been scarier for her to acknowledge it for herself, scarier for her to hold these feelings than for any other person to not have feelings for her. ]
I doubt I'll have more reason to cry from hereon.
[ Not once everything has been settled and not until his life leaves him for good. ]