[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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[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. ]