That's wonderful. [and she means it, squeezing his hands gently in emphasis.] And I have no doubt you are already worthy in his eyes, Dohalim. Have a care not to place him on a pedestal so high. Though I know that's easy to say, and less so to do, where love is concerned.
[ Her tone isn't particularly sappy, but there's a softness, a quiet happy warmth, that she doesn't entirely notice about herself - or, perhaps, she does, and that's part of the internal struggle. Sophia has never particularly considered herself a romantic before.
She does relax a little at the reassurances, however, a sidelong glance away hinting at how foolish she feels for such worries, but his grip on her hands is at least returned. ]
No, I am not, and I'm sure Law would have words for you if you tried such a thing. [the teasing tone is light, but brief.] ...I don't know, Dohalim. What if I'm reading too much into it? I don't even know how I'd tell him to begin with.
If he and I were ordinary men of no consequence, it would be different, but... there is a history between us that cannot be ignored. My people abused and enslaved his people. His murderer was my peer.
You, if you may pardon my saying so... are blessed enough to have a clean slate with this man. I won't say there's no risk, but there is also incredible reward. Telling him is as simple as telling him.
[Now it's his turn to squeeze her hand, and pull her closer so he may speak more softly as a group of healers pass.]
If you don't, some other bolder man or woman may approach him first. How would that make you feel?
I remember what you told me, about your position, and what your people did on Dahna. [Her expression turns somber.] I also knew that..Zephyr's journey had ended, though not how. And yet you've both overcome such a distance. That's no small thing, Dohalim.
[ A clean slate? Is that really the way to look at it? Sophia falls silent, considering, but Dohalim is almost making this sound far more simple than it actually is. ...isn't he?
She leans in when he pulls her closer. Then there's a faintest huff; not quite laughter.] Truthfully? I...don't know that I have much to fear on that front. Perhaps it is simply due to his age, but Kratos is, ah, hardly what many would consider the most sociable.
But.. [more softly:] What if I do ask, and, he says no?
I am-- was a Lord, and Zephyr was tortured and killed by a Lord. And so were many of his friends, family, and comrades.
[A moment, truly considering her question, because it was one he has asked himself. Over and over. Until it was nearly driving him insane.]
Then you will know you have tried, and you won't wake up every day for the rest of your life wondering 'what if'. Some say it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.
And here, you are two people, with a history. Who've found each other in spite of it.
[ She appreciates the ponderance, watching his face for a study in how is body language and countenance might company his words. She doesn't scoff at them, but there is a soft chuckle when he finally speaks. ]
We have a similar saying on my own world. Though from what I've been told, the loss can be impactful enough.. But you are right. The 'what if' could drive someone mad if they let it.
[softly, smiling] You see now why I was feeling foolish. [still does, in fact. but a little less - thanks to the company she's keeping.]
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[ Her tone isn't particularly sappy, but there's a softness, a quiet happy warmth, that she doesn't entirely notice about herself - or, perhaps, she does, and that's part of the internal struggle. Sophia has never particularly considered herself a romantic before.
She does relax a little at the reassurances, however, a sidelong glance away hinting at how foolish she feels for such worries, but his grip on her hands is at least returned. ]
No, I am not, and I'm sure Law would have words for you if you tried such a thing. [the teasing tone is light, but brief.] ...I don't know, Dohalim. What if I'm reading too much into it? I don't even know how I'd tell him to begin with.
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You, if you may pardon my saying so... are blessed enough to have a clean slate with this man. I won't say there's no risk, but there is also incredible reward. Telling him is as simple as telling him.
[Now it's his turn to squeeze her hand, and pull her closer so he may speak more softly as a group of healers pass.]
If you don't, some other bolder man or woman may approach him first. How would that make you feel?
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[ A clean slate? Is that really the way to look at it? Sophia falls silent, considering, but Dohalim is almost making this sound far more simple than it actually is. ...isn't he?
She leans in when he pulls her closer. Then there's a faintest huff; not quite laughter.] Truthfully? I...don't know that I have much to fear on that front. Perhaps it is simply due to his age, but Kratos is, ah, hardly what many would consider the most sociable.
But.. [more softly:] What if I do ask, and, he says no?
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[A moment, truly considering her question, because it was one he has asked himself. Over and over. Until it was nearly driving him insane.]
Then you will know you have tried, and you won't wake up every day for the rest of your life wondering 'what if'. Some say it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.
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[ She appreciates the ponderance, watching his face for a study in how is body language and countenance might company his words. She doesn't scoff at them, but there is a soft chuckle when he finally speaks. ]
We have a similar saying on my own world. Though from what I've been told, the loss can be impactful enough.. But you are right. The 'what if' could drive someone mad if they let it.
[softly, smiling] You see now why I was feeling foolish. [still does, in fact. but a little less - thanks to the company she's keeping.]