A part of her twists, wondering if this is what he had wanted all along. Gilgamesh had always wanted to see more of her, to see something different inside of her, more than just the girl turned woman she had slowly become. He wants venom from her and she had given it to him, pushed to the edge with all the pent up emotions that she hadn't dared express; she had been so afraid, so hurt and wounded, and she shifts, uncomfortable, the weight of her regret sinking into her.
This wasn't her, was it? She wasn't the kind of person to be so mean... Except when she snapped. She had hit Malfoy, she had hexed Marietta Edgecombe (though she had deserved it, the traitor), she had trapped Rita in a jar... She swallows, pushing her own thoughts down into the back of her mind and she ignores it, her breathing soft.
She steps up as soon as Dorian is pushed close to her, her arms slipping around him easily. Her eyes are narrowed at Gilgamesh for a moment before she squeezes him, tilting her head to kiss his cheek, to draw him closer, her hand lifting to stroke through his hand, thumb brushing over his jaw. She's careful with him, the love deep inside of her brimming up to the surface as Gilgamesh speaks.
"You make me happy too," she whispers to him, quiet and careful. "I know I tell you that all the time but I never stop meaning it. You're one of the best people I've ever met in my entire life - you're amazing, Dorian, and I'm glad that you're my friend." She leans against him, turning her eyes to Gilgamesh, her lips pressed tight together before she shifts, tucking herself against Dorian a little more - as if to protect him from the cruelty she can see in this golden king, as if her body would be enough to defend him when Dorian kisses him, holds him, longs for him.
Gilgamesh doesn't love Dorian, but Hermione does. She would do anything for him, even tolerate the strange discomfort and uncertainty she feels in Gilgamesh's company.
"But you don't understand, Gilgamesh. That's your undoing. There are so many things in this world, so many amazing things, but nothing is as powerful as love and friendship. That's what makes a patronus, that's what makes magic so pure and amazing accessible to us. You don't know anything about me, Gilgamesh. You don't know anything about who I am or what I want - and what I want is for Dorian to be himself." She breathes out. "I don't want him to change. I want him to be happy, whatever that means to him."
Her head turns and she tucks herself against Dorian a little more before she moves back, giving him the room to step back if he wants.
"I love him. And that is more important to me than anything else." She hesitates before she swallows. "And I could have loved you, too, if you had been honest with me from the very beginning. That was your mistake, not mine, and I would have done what I could to make you happy as well. You failed and you not caring? That's something you'll have to work on, live with. Because you could be happy here."
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A part of her twists, wondering if this is what he had wanted all along. Gilgamesh had always wanted to see more of her, to see something different inside of her, more than just the girl turned woman she had slowly become. He wants venom from her and she had given it to him, pushed to the edge with all the pent up emotions that she hadn't dared express; she had been so afraid, so hurt and wounded, and she shifts, uncomfortable, the weight of her regret sinking into her.
This wasn't her, was it? She wasn't the kind of person to be so mean... Except when she snapped. She had hit Malfoy, she had hexed Marietta Edgecombe (though she had deserved it, the traitor), she had trapped Rita in a jar... She swallows, pushing her own thoughts down into the back of her mind and she ignores it, her breathing soft.
She steps up as soon as Dorian is pushed close to her, her arms slipping around him easily. Her eyes are narrowed at Gilgamesh for a moment before she squeezes him, tilting her head to kiss his cheek, to draw him closer, her hand lifting to stroke through his hand, thumb brushing over his jaw. She's careful with him, the love deep inside of her brimming up to the surface as Gilgamesh speaks.
"You make me happy too," she whispers to him, quiet and careful. "I know I tell you that all the time but I never stop meaning it. You're one of the best people I've ever met in my entire life - you're amazing, Dorian, and I'm glad that you're my friend." She leans against him, turning her eyes to Gilgamesh, her lips pressed tight together before she shifts, tucking herself against Dorian a little more - as if to protect him from the cruelty she can see in this golden king, as if her body would be enough to defend him when Dorian kisses him, holds him, longs for him.
Gilgamesh doesn't love Dorian, but Hermione does. She would do anything for him, even tolerate the strange discomfort and uncertainty she feels in Gilgamesh's company.
"But you don't understand, Gilgamesh. That's your undoing. There are so many things in this world, so many amazing things, but nothing is as powerful as love and friendship. That's what makes a patronus, that's what makes magic so pure and amazing accessible to us. You don't know anything about me, Gilgamesh. You don't know anything about who I am or what I want - and what I want is for Dorian to be himself." She breathes out. "I don't want him to change. I want him to be happy, whatever that means to him."
Her head turns and she tucks herself against Dorian a little more before she moves back, giving him the room to step back if he wants.
"I love him. And that is more important to me than anything else." She hesitates before she swallows. "And I could have loved you, too, if you had been honest with me from the very beginning. That was your mistake, not mine, and I would have done what I could to make you happy as well. You failed and you not caring? That's something you'll have to work on, live with. Because you could be happy here."