[ It feels like the air has been sucked out of her lungs.
She doesn't know what to say, not for a very long time. The idea is such a strange one, even after almost two years here in the Drabworld. She'd had conversations with others about love, of course, even talked about the debate of love in this world versus the reality of loving someone at home, having to give up on them, but she hadn't been entirely prepared for it.
It's not like she had walked into this with the expectation that this might happen. She had, at first, thought that Gilgamesh was a pig-headed, arrogant fool, and maybe he was, still, at times, a little beyond himself, but history had always said that was a bit of a fault of kings, one of their major falling points. Getting to see the softer side of him had been a bit of a relief, to think that her choice to trust him with a compass, to be at his side as a lion, wasn't so foolish. Her lessons with her, the magic they had shared, had only reinforced that.
But this? Courting, a sort of... Proposal, a definite proposal, was the last thing she had expected. She hadn't had any idea that Gilgamesh felt anything like that, as kind as he had been with her, and she had told him that she wasn't really going to just throw herself at people, that she was waiting for love, that's why she's not married... All the thoughts scream around in her mind as she stares at him for a long time, gaping like a fish, before her mouth snaps shut and she manages to find her breathing all of a sudden. ]
But - I --
[ Of course, the idea that she is being used doesn't really occur to her. She has no reason to distrust him yet, no one has warned her otherwise and all the servants seem to adore him. She doesn't understand any of this and her hands move away from him, her eyes searching him as if his eyes and his face would reveal all the answers. ]
Why? I didn't think you or I were - that we felt anything like that.
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She doesn't know what to say, not for a very long time. The idea is such a strange one, even after almost two years here in the Drabworld. She'd had conversations with others about love, of course, even talked about the debate of love in this world versus the reality of loving someone at home, having to give up on them, but she hadn't been entirely prepared for it.
It's not like she had walked into this with the expectation that this might happen. She had, at first, thought that Gilgamesh was a pig-headed, arrogant fool, and maybe he was, still, at times, a little beyond himself, but history had always said that was a bit of a fault of kings, one of their major falling points. Getting to see the softer side of him had been a bit of a relief, to think that her choice to trust him with a compass, to be at his side as a lion, wasn't so foolish. Her lessons with her, the magic they had shared, had only reinforced that.
But this? Courting, a sort of... Proposal, a definite proposal, was the last thing she had expected. She hadn't had any idea that Gilgamesh felt anything like that, as kind as he had been with her, and she had told him that she wasn't really going to just throw herself at people, that she was waiting for love, that's why she's not married... All the thoughts scream around in her mind as she stares at him for a long time, gaping like a fish, before her mouth snaps shut and she manages to find her breathing all of a sudden. ]
But - I --
[ Of course, the idea that she is being used doesn't really occur to her. She has no reason to distrust him yet, no one has warned her otherwise and all the servants seem to adore him. She doesn't understand any of this and her hands move away from him, her eyes searching him as if his eyes and his face would reveal all the answers. ]
Why? I didn't think you or I were - that we felt anything like that.