[ Easy to him, maybe, but it's almost too much for her.
Was she reading too much into it? He had said as little or as much as he liked and courting wasn't the same as marriage, not really. It's a more Victorian ideal, she thinks, the possibility of something more and... Well, why not? Why couldn't she have something more? She didn't love him, no, but she liked him enough and he was handsome. He was soft to her even if she was unsure about how much of that was true and she was measured, balanced in her own regard for him. She couldn't walk that path right now, could she?
He's so composed. It's insufferable. ]
No, I remember. You're a Servant and there are different classes, you have power and you make bonds. You choose people that you respect and you're friends with them and your friendships with them can take a lot of forms, can't they?
[ She swallows, her fingers curling around the box, holding it gently in a soft grip. She does cherish it, what it means, because friendship is one of the most important things in her life. It's a weight, though, and slowly her eyes cast up and gaze over him. ]
I understand why you might pick me, but, Gilgamesh... These are lovely words, they are, but I want to know exactly what you want. No - no poetry or niceties, nothing about being moulded, because you are still a person. I'd like for you to tell me what you want from me. Do you really want me as a wife? Or do you want a magical partner, a friend to train with and share magic? We don't have to - to court or get married for that. I'd be your friend and help you with all the magic I could.
[ Slowly, her hand touches his again. ]
Can you tell me that? Just what you want, from me, in plain terms. I don't want to get all mixed up because I've been assuming things or thinking wrongly. Why not me, that's fine, but...
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Was she reading too much into it? He had said as little or as much as he liked and courting wasn't the same as marriage, not really. It's a more Victorian ideal, she thinks, the possibility of something more and... Well, why not? Why couldn't she have something more? She didn't love him, no, but she liked him enough and he was handsome. He was soft to her even if she was unsure about how much of that was true and she was measured, balanced in her own regard for him. She couldn't walk that path right now, could she?
He's so composed. It's insufferable. ]
No, I remember. You're a Servant and there are different classes, you have power and you make bonds. You choose people that you respect and you're friends with them and your friendships with them can take a lot of forms, can't they?
[ She swallows, her fingers curling around the box, holding it gently in a soft grip. She does cherish it, what it means, because friendship is one of the most important things in her life. It's a weight, though, and slowly her eyes cast up and gaze over him. ]
I understand why you might pick me, but, Gilgamesh... These are lovely words, they are, but I want to know exactly what you want. No - no poetry or niceties, nothing about being moulded, because you are still a person. I'd like for you to tell me what you want from me. Do you really want me as a wife? Or do you want a magical partner, a friend to train with and share magic? We don't have to - to court or get married for that. I'd be your friend and help you with all the magic I could.
[ Slowly, her hand touches his again. ]
Can you tell me that? Just what you want, from me, in plain terms. I don't want to get all mixed up because I've been assuming things or thinking wrongly. Why not me, that's fine, but...
[ She's at a loss. ]