[ But her hand brushes over the ring she wears around her neck, as much of a claim as anything else she has, dogtags and potion vials and compasses all tangled up with the mix of soft ribbon and metal that keeps it in place. She had started wearing it because Dorian told her it would make sense, that it would be protection for her, but lately it's become more than that - a comfort blanket of sorts, something to hold on to when nervous fumbling threatens to overtake her even as she shoves it away.
At least she didn't say 'yet'. Hasn't said yes yet. She already feels ridiculous, frankly, asking for something as simple as a hug or a cuddle from someone she had admitted to being a king, but it makes her feel better to think that he might be there for her if she needed him, the way he had been when she had found out about Katsa, the way he had been after she had tasted human flesh. It burns inside of her and she pushes it all away - Gilgamesh, the man who had thought that she would poison him, now one of her most eager comforters.
It's enough to make her laugh and reminds her, foolishly, of how this place has twisted her up and spat her out and made her stronger for it.
But something makes her pause, makes her drop her hand away, deliberate. ]
Don't... [ Don't say 'love' when you don't love me. It almost slips out. But she shakes her head and makes a smile appear, tilting her eyes to look at the image again. ] I mean - don't worry. I'll come and visit soon and collect on that promise, alright? Sometimes you just need a good hug to feel better about things.
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[ But her hand brushes over the ring she wears around her neck, as much of a claim as anything else she has, dogtags and potion vials and compasses all tangled up with the mix of soft ribbon and metal that keeps it in place. She had started wearing it because Dorian told her it would make sense, that it would be protection for her, but lately it's become more than that - a comfort blanket of sorts, something to hold on to when nervous fumbling threatens to overtake her even as she shoves it away.
At least she didn't say 'yet'. Hasn't said yes yet. She already feels ridiculous, frankly, asking for something as simple as a hug or a cuddle from someone she had admitted to being a king, but it makes her feel better to think that he might be there for her if she needed him, the way he had been when she had found out about Katsa, the way he had been after she had tasted human flesh. It burns inside of her and she pushes it all away - Gilgamesh, the man who had thought that she would poison him, now one of her most eager comforters.
It's enough to make her laugh and reminds her, foolishly, of how this place has twisted her up and spat her out and made her stronger for it.
But something makes her pause, makes her drop her hand away, deliberate. ]
Don't... [ Don't say 'love' when you don't love me. It almost slips out. But she shakes her head and makes a smile appear, tilting her eyes to look at the image again. ] I mean - don't worry. I'll come and visit soon and collect on that promise, alright? Sometimes you just need a good hug to feel better about things.
[ Ah, yes. What a save, Hermione Granger. ]