[ The offer strikes her, for a moment, and she gives it due consideration. Her first instinct is to reach up and tug it off, to hand it back - does it mean anything now, the ring, the connection between the two of them? Does the ring have any meaning other than her own pain hanging around her neck as a reminder? It isn't just an echo of her pain... It's an echo of a time when she had been sure that she had been cared for and something had snapped under her. When she had thought there was something good in her hands and it had been ripped away from her, leaving her sad and uncertain.
Gilgamesh has seen so much of her, knows so much about her, and she doesn't know if she can just let go of that. A part of her wants to give up on all of that and shove it in his face, to throw the ring at him and dismiss all of this as the cruel joke she thought it was. To just... Abandon this, to give it all up. It's not that easy, though, to just let her fingers slip away from something that she had been clinging to for so long. The ring around her neck is not as deadly or as dangerous as the locket she had worn in her own world but it had the weight of darkness about it that reminded her of that time.
Her hand lifts, slowly, leaning back as she lets her fingers rest over his, to shake her head. This must be the wrong choice, she's sure of it, even if it is a further gift of protection. What would Dorian say, Remus say, John and Mako and Korra and all her friends that have no idea about half of this, about the mixture of confusion and prickling frustration that she feels when she thinks about him? ]
If I called for you would you still come?
[ It's something she had wondered about. Even wearing the ring, even with the knowledge that he might have meant it in earnest, she hadn't been certain he'd bother any more. ]
If I was in trouble and I asked for you to help would you help me, Gilgamesh? Not because I'm your Marchioness but because we could be friends, once we've learned how to do it. If you don't want that to be what this means then, please, break it. I just don't know what to do about it any more, what I should feel about it.
[ Because he doesn't love her; he wanted her power, her magic, the pulse of something that aches inside of her. ]
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Gilgamesh has seen so much of her, knows so much about her, and she doesn't know if she can just let go of that. A part of her wants to give up on all of that and shove it in his face, to throw the ring at him and dismiss all of this as the cruel joke she thought it was. To just... Abandon this, to give it all up. It's not that easy, though, to just let her fingers slip away from something that she had been clinging to for so long. The ring around her neck is not as deadly or as dangerous as the locket she had worn in her own world but it had the weight of darkness about it that reminded her of that time.
Her hand lifts, slowly, leaning back as she lets her fingers rest over his, to shake her head. This must be the wrong choice, she's sure of it, even if it is a further gift of protection. What would Dorian say, Remus say, John and Mako and Korra and all her friends that have no idea about half of this, about the mixture of confusion and prickling frustration that she feels when she thinks about him? ]
If I called for you would you still come?
[ It's something she had wondered about. Even wearing the ring, even with the knowledge that he might have meant it in earnest, she hadn't been certain he'd bother any more. ]
If I was in trouble and I asked for you to help would you help me, Gilgamesh? Not because I'm your Marchioness but because we could be friends, once we've learned how to do it. If you don't want that to be what this means then, please, break it. I just don't know what to do about it any more, what I should feel about it.
[ Because he doesn't love her; he wanted her power, her magic, the pulse of something that aches inside of her. ]